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  I head to the locker room to change and run into Bentley and Cooper. I met them here at the gym. It’s actually Cooper’s dad who owns the gym but I guess they don’t really get along too well. Bentley and Cooper are both cool, though. They are both fighters and are training to be in the UFC like I am. They have invited me to chill several times but with everything I have going on I have found it best to keep people at arm’s length. They are always going out chasing females, and the truth is, I want nothing to do with women. Over the last few years I have been forced to fuck every kind of woman but a few things are always the same. They are users and cheaters, and they can’t be trusted. They want a man for his money and cock. I can’t even tell you how many married women I have fucked. And do they care that they have been fucking a teenager? Fuck no they don’t. I hate females and I am definitely not interested in chasing one.

  One day I will be in the UFC, I will be a fighter like I have dreamed of, and with my business and finance degree I will be able to manage my own money. There is no way I am busting my ass to have some untrustworthy, cheating woman use me for my money and then fuck me over. Fuck that!

  Now all I need to do is get through tonight and shit will be looking up from here on out. I say what’s up to the guys, shower, and get dressed. Maybe after tonight I will actually be able to chill with them.

  Norma Silverstein, the dean of admissions, is of course a married woman. She is married to a professor at the business college so we meet at a local hotel for our appointments since her home is off limits. When I pull up I send her a text letting her know I am here. She texts back the room number and I head up.

  I knock and she lets me in. She is dressed in nothing but the hotel robe and her hair is up in some messy bun shit women always wear. She smiles at me and holds the door open while I walk through to the main room to wait for her demands. I hear the door close behind me and then feel her hands come around me moving straight to my dick. What I want to do is take her hand and shove it away from me, tell her to never fucking touch me again, but I can’t. So instead I stand there and let the woman put her hands on my body.

  “You aren’t hard,” she pouts.

  Of course I’m not hard. Do women seriously think us guys just walk around hard twenty-four seven? Do they think paying someone for their services is going to make that person instantly attracted to them? Well, I can tell you from experience it doesn’t. What’s worse is these women know what kind of service my stepmom provides. They know she pimps out her barely old enough teenage stepson to service them at their demand but do they care? No, they don’t. They care about one thing, themselves. My job is to do as these women say. It doesn’t matter if I don’t want to or if I’m not in the mood. My job is to fake it.

  The first time I had sex with Norma I was almost eighteen. I was about to graduate high school and my stepmom said if I had sex with Norma she could ensure I would be accepted to the University. Not that I had a damn choice anyway. I had already been having sex with other women for a little over a year. At least having sex with Norma would mean I would get into college. Unfortunately once wasn’t enough and every time we are done she reminds me she is the only reason I am in college. I would say I should have just gone to a local state college but would it have mattered? I still would be forced to sleep with Norma. Gloria gets what she wants or my dad will end up in prison. I don’t want to see my father in prison… even if he technically deserves it.

  Norma stays standing behind me and rubs my cock hoping it will magically get hard. I close my eyes and will my dick to do something. I’m not sure if I should will it to get hard to get this shit over with or will it to stay soft so I won’t have to fuck this cheating whore at all. Of course, my dick has a mind of its own and after a few minutes of her rubbing on it, it gets hard. It’s science, really; it doesn’t matter how much I beg it to stay soft, it always gets hard. It’s as if it’s been trained to get hard on command, and I guess in a way it has been, by Gloria. Turning around, I decide to get this shit over with.

  “What would you like tonight?” I robotically ask because that’s my job, to ask what they want and then give it to them. They all want pretty much the same thing. They want to get off. They want orgasms that are almost impossible to give and receive. They think because they have read some porn shit in a romance book that means it’s really that easy.

  “I want it rough tonight,” she shyly responds. If I didn’t know better I would think she’s some sweet, innocent woman, but I do know better and she’s neither of those. I don’t know why she insists on acting shy every time she makes her demands. You are paying for sex while cheating on your husband… Do you really need to act shy? But because I don’t need to piss this woman off I go along with it.

  I take her by her hand and bring her to the room, straight to the bed. I push her onto the mattress roughly and begin removing my clothes. She gets excited and strips herself of her robe. Stroking my cock to keep it hard, I make my way on top of her and flip her over onto her stomach pulling her ass up in the air.

  “Spank me!” She screeches out and so I do. Kneeling behind her I smack her ass several times with one hand while I find her pussy through her opened thighs with my other hand. I push two fingers straight into her sex and begin pumping them in and out of her getting her wet. I add a third finger and attempt to find her G-spot. The sooner I give her what her husband apparently can’t give her the sooner I can get the fuck out of here.

  I know I have found the spot that will make her go off when her thighs begin to close shut. I give her ass another hard smack just like she likes.

  “Keep your fucking legs open.” Within a few seconds of my fingers hitting the spot she is coming. One down.

  “Ohhh… that feels so good. I want you to fuck me in the ass now,” Norma moans out coming down from her orgasm.

  I grab a condom from the nightstand she left there for tonight and roll in onto my dick. I stroke it a few more times to make sure it’s hard again. I drag her to the edge of the bed so she is leaning over the edge with her ass in the air.

  Taking the wetness from all over my fingers I stick them into her ass getting it ready for my cock. While I would love to go in dry and tear her shit up and really show her what rough is, I don’t want to piss her off. I am so close to being done. I just need to finish this and I will be able to walk away finally free.

  Once I know she is ready I guide my cock to her ass and push in slowly.

  “Oh my god!” She yells out. “Pull my hair!”

  And so I do. I grab ahold of her hair and fist it around my hand while pushing my dick all the way in.

  “Hard! I want it hard!” She wiggles her ass wanting more and once again I give her exactly what she wants.

  With her hair wrapped in my fist I pull her head back to the point that it’s got to be painful and begin fucking her ass with abandon. Harder and harder I pound into her. Does it feel good? I would be lying if I said it doesn’t. I am a man after all, fucking a woman in the ass. Of course it feels good. The problem is every time I come it is tainted knowing this isn’t my choice. I have never had sex by choice. Thinking about Gloria taking my virginity at fifteen years old pisses me off. I keep pounding this bitch remembering my stepmom threatening me, telling me if I didn’t fuck her she would destroy my dad, and then spending the next several years dreading every time my dad went away knowing she would be showing up to my room.

  Once I turned sixteen, she began forcing me to fuck other women. I thought maybe she would stop wanting me but she didn’t. She had no problem continuing to make me fuck her even though she knew all the women she was pimping me out to. The memories become too much and I try to shake the thoughts from my head. If I think too much my dick will go soft.

  “Caleb, make me come.” Norma’s words bring me back to the now remembering this shit is about her. It’s always about the woman. They don’t care if I get off. They are using me. That’s what women do. They use. I bring the hand that isn’t grabbing her
hair down to her clit and begin rubbing it in circles while I continue to fuck her ass.

  I can feel my body trying to release but I focus on something else to stop myself from coming. I can’t come before her. I need to end this shit on a good note. Thankfully her second orgasm hits and she is coming once again allowing me to come as well. I release into the condom and slow my thrusts to a standstill. I untangle my fingers from her hair and slowly pull my dick out of her ass.

  She turns around and smiles. “Thank you. That was so good.”

  I nod and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up, grabbing my clothes from the floor so I don’t have to walk out naked.

  My phone goes off in my pocket and I check it.

  Diego: Great opportunity for you has come up. Call me when you get this.

  I flush the condom, get dressed, and say goodbye to Norma for the last time. She, of course reminds me she will check on my grades and make sure everything is going ok, her way of reminding me she is in control. Once I am in the lobby I dial Diego.

  “Hey man where are you?” He asks.

  “Heading to your place now. What’s up?”

  “Cooper and the guys are here and want to talk to you. I’ll see you when you get here.”

  We hang up and I head straight to his place.

  I knock and let myself in like I have done a million times. I am so thankful he is giving me a place to stay. I had no idea there was a room in the back of his house. The guys are all sitting in the living room watching a basketball game drinking beer and eating what looks like take out from a local Chinese place. Eating healthy is a huge part of training but most fighters will give them self cheat days to stay sane. This must be theirs.

  Cooper is the first to stand to say hi. “What’s up, man?”

  “Nothing much.” I give him a handshake.

  I look around and see Kaden, who is Cooper’s trainer, and sitting next to him is Bentley.

  “What’s going on?” I ask anxiously.

  “You are out of college for the summer, right?” Diego asks.

  “Yeah, I am considering taking a couple classes over the summer but nothing major until August. Why?”

  “Could you transfer to a different college?” Bentley chimes in.

  “I guess I could if I had to…” I am not sure what all the questions are about my schooling but I am getting kind of nervous.

  “Diego told us you are in the transition of moving out. We are heading to Miami to do some promo shit and then moving to Las Vegas to train at my dad’s gym,” Cooper says.

  I nod my head but still not sure where he is going with this.

  “Kaden and I both decided to purchase a home over there, which leaves Bentley living on his own. He found a three-bedroom place and plans to use one room for an office but he’s looking for a roommate for the third bedroom, and when I mentioned it to Diego he thought you might be interested. What do you think about moving to Las Vegas and rooming with Bentley? You can also train at the gym there free of charge.”

  Are these guys fucking serious? It’s like they are handing me my dreams on a silver platter.

  “Umm… that sounds awesome but I only have a few grand to my name. I don’t know how much the rent is but I would need to get a job and even then with training and college, I don’t know how many hours I would be able to work…”

  Bentley raises his hand to stop me. “Bro, chill. I’m good with paying whatever. I just want a roommate since these two pussies have decided they need to grow up and buy a house and shit. Pay or don’t pay… I don’t care. Just keep your space clean, if you eat my food, let me know, and if you have a female over, try to keep her quiet.”

  This shit is too good to be true but I am not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I could tell him he won’t need to worry about me bringing any females over but I would imagine that would raise questions so instead I just say ok and thank him.

  Coopers adds, “We are leaving the day after tomorrow. A bunch of the guys from the gym are flying out as well. We will be in Miami for a few days and then we will head to Las Vegas. You are more than welcome to join us in Miami.”

  I look to Diego to make sure this is all legit and he’s ok with this. I trust him to steer me in the right direction. He nods his head and smiles, and I silently scream fuck yes! I am getting the fuck out of here.

  Chapter One

  Caleb

  Present day…

  It is December in Las Vegas and while many would think it would be hot because well… it’s Las Vegas and Las Vegas is in the desert; it’s actually not. It’s freezing cold outside. I jump into my blacked out Dodge Ram, turn the key into the ignition and put the heat on full blast. Fuck it’s cold!

  I go through the local coffee shop drive thru to pick up a couple of hot coffees before heading to the gym. The coffee serves two purposes: One, to warm me up, and two, to wake me up. I didn’t get in until almost four this morning from work and I am exhausted. I was only supposed to work until two but between the call outs and the private parties at the club, the owner, Matt, needed me to stay late. I am definitely not complaining about the hours because more hours means more money in my bank account, but when you have to get up at seven in the morning to head to the gym to train for a fight, the sleep I am lacking feels more important than the money.

  I know I should quit my job. My dream has finally come true and I have a contract with the UFC but what people don’t realize is, while a contract is definitely a step in the right direction, it doesn’t mean instant stardom or money. I am lucky my roommate Bentley barely let’s me pay a dime to live here. I had no idea how expensive it could be to live in Las Vegas. The problem is I know it won’t be long until he moves out and I will have to find my own place and pay real rent. Luckily, I have been busting my ass and saving for the last several years since we moved out here, and I actually have a very good amount of money saved up.

  Bentley and I have been roommates for the last seven years but a lot of shit has recently changed. First off, he and his girlfriend Kayla, who is one of my best friends, had a baby girl in July. Her name is Faith and she is the cutest baby in the world.

  I’m not going to lie; it took a little while to warm up to Kayla. I don’t trust women, but living with her allowed me to get to know a female who isn’t trying to use a man for his money or dick, and over time a friendship developed. She has also taught me women are human and make mistakes. Not every lie is vindictive and I need to remember that about my mom and sister. They didn’t lie to be vindictive, not like my stepmom did.

  Bentley and Kayla are planning to get married soon which means they will be moving out to get their own place, leaving me in this expensive ass three bedroom place by myself. Bentley has told me several times I can stay and he will keep paying the rent. Rich fucker! But we both know I can’t allow him to do that.

  I pull up to the gym and grab my coffee and the other coffee I picked up. I swing the door open and head straight to the office handing Liz the hot cup.

  “Ooohhh! For me? You are the best!” She says taking a long sip closing her eyes and moaning dramatically. “This is so good! I needed this coffee fix.”

  Liz is the office manager here at Cooper’s Fight Gym, and married to Cooper. She’s another female that I have gotten to know and adore. Those two women are definitely proof that not all women are gold digging, untrusting bitches. Once in a while I actually wonder what it would be like to meet a woman like Kayla or Liz. Then I remember my past. I can’t see myself ever trusting a woman enough to want to be intimate with her.

  A while back Cooper’s dad passed away and left the gyms he owns to his son. All this took place shortly after Cooper found out he had a baby with Liz he knew nothing about. Remember the mention of our trip to Miami? Yeah, well what happened in Miami didn’t stay in Miami. Without realizing it, Liz and her best friend Kayla wound up in Las Vegas as well, Liz pregnant with their daughter Bella, and a few years later they reconnected at a UFC fight, fell back in
love, got married, and recently had another baby. Their son’s name is Nathan and he is almost as cute as Faith.

  After Cooper’s dad died and left him the gyms he decided to take a step back from fighting to run the gyms and focus on his wife and kids. Bentley is doing the same thing… well, not running the gyms. He has decided to be a stay-at-home-dad. Kayla is a physical therapist at the gym so Bentley is still around a lot but he is no longer fighting competitively. Yep! A lot of shit happens in seven years.

  As for me, not much has changed since I moved here. I transferred to a local college and a few years ago graduated with my degree in business and finance. I haven’t heard from my dad or Gloria since I moved and I prefer to keep it that way. While I miss my dad, I know it’s for the best. I still find it hard to believe Gloria let me go so easily. For the first few years after I left, I held my breath waiting for her blackmailing to begin again, but it never did.

  In the last few years I have won several fights and received a UFC contract, which I am on cloud nine about. I work at the club at night, train during the day with Kaden –who took me and our friend Alex on, after Bentley and Cooper decided to take a break—and chill with my friends. Life is actually really good.

  After giving Liz her coffee I head to the locker room to change. As I am turning the corner I run straight into Hayley. My coffee slushes around inside the cup and some of it flies out of the small slit of the lid, not much but enough to stain her shirt.

  “Oh shit! I’m sorry!” I say looking around for something to help her wipe up the coffee on her shirt.

  She looks at me nervously biting down on her lower lip. It reminds me of her face after the first and only time we kissed, when she realized I couldn’t give her anything more. The truth is we never even should have kissed that night…

  “Let’s play a game!” Hayley shouts over the music. We are at the club I work at celebrating Kayla and Bentley going out for the first time after having Faith.