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As Yet Undefined	By : GabrielPierce Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Orgy Views: 2244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Orgy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warmth as his side presses against me.
“You ever been around here?” he asks quietly, looking up and directly into my eyes.
“Now how would I manage that?” I demand, a little too harshly. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I don’t belong here, this is his world. Money, fancythesthes and food. I shouldn’t be here, I should be getting back to the station, Karl’s probably in hysterics by now. Probably thinks I’m dead.
“You alright?” he asks softly.
“I should get back.” I explain quietly.
“Back? You want to go home?”
I nod.
“But not your home, I should be getting back to the station, Karl’s probably frantic.”
“Why cause you’re not there for him to whore and fuck?” he snaps.
I freeze. Blink at him, can’t believe he just said that.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” He sighs. “I don’t want you to go, I don’t like the idea of you down there. Paige I’m sorry.”
I’m still blinking at him.
“Why not?” I ask. “Why don’t you like me down there? I’m a whore Mir, it’s what I do.”
“But you don’t have to. You don’t have to do that, you don’t have to go back there, ever.”
“Don’t fuck with me Mir. I don’t belong here, I’m only here because you want me here, not for any other reason.”
He won’t look at me.
“I’m sorry. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, I won’t force you to stay.”
I don’t say anything. Refuse to look at him, speak to him. I don’t want to think about what he’s saying. I can’t stay with him. I can’t. I don’t belong here. And I’m only here until he tires of me, I’m just a toy, a new, shiny one for him to play with and get sick of later.

The stores huge. I can’t stop staring. Everything, and I can’t get over it, everything is amazing, expensive. I couldn’t afford a single thing in here and Mir’s thinking of buying clothes, lots from the sounds of it. Fuck just how much money does he have? I don’t want to think abou, ju, just want to get this over with and get out of here. Get home before I want something I most definitely can’t afford. Home. But where is home? If I’m not mistaken he was offering me his home. I must have heard him wrong. And I don’t want to think about it, think about staying in this world. Away from whoring and rapists and being beaten andrvinrving and cold. Warmth, Mir’s bed, curled around his soft warm body in heavy blue black velvet ( cause that’s what he said the blanket was), feeling safe and …jesus what’s he doing to me? Why’s he doing this? Why me? What’s he want from me? What do I want from him? I want to stay with him. I have to admit that to myself, he’s beautiful, gentle and he makes me feel like…I don’t want to think. I really don’t want to think, it’ll only make it harder to leave. And I have to leave I can’t stay here. I can’t. I should…I want to…
“Paige?” his soft hand on my arm. “Paige are you alright?”
Guess I was staring and my eyes hurt. I brush him away, try to ignore the pain that flares in his eyes.
“I should go.” I mumble, feeling shit for hurting him.
Slowly he nods, pain flooding his eyes.
“I understand, but will you stay with me today, just today?”
His eyes pleading and how can I say no to that? I nod.
“Alright, but just till tonight then I have to”
H”
He nods again. He looks so small, so small and hurt before I can think I’m reaching out to him, running my hand up his arm, around his shoulders, no words, just letting him know I’m his for today. He responds, leans into the embrace.
“Thank you.” He whispers.
“How could I say no to you?” I murmur into his hair.

We’re going through clothes stores and he’s trying everything on, asking me what I think, if it looks good, he’s even trying to get me to try some of them on. His body, naked one minute, clothed in expensive wool the next. My cocks trying to throb with want but I’m ruthlessly ignoring it, trying to ignore the feelings Mir’s invoking. That is till he takes off a soft wool sweater that he’s been trying on and hands it to me. I can’t control the shudder of pleasure that ripples through me as it slides over his nipples. His hard, begging to be sucked nipples. I moan softly.
“You alright?” he asks concerned.
“I’m fine.” I croak. “I think you should buy this one, it suits you.”
And the image of it sliding over you body is going to stick with me till the day I die. He only shrugs.
“I think It’ll look better on you.”
“So what, I’m not buying it am I?” I snap.
His eyes cloud slightly.
“I could buy it for you.” He offers.
I sigh, I don’t want to argue with him.
“But Mir why? What am I going to do with it? Someone will just steal it or want to fight me for it.”
“You could keep it at my place.”
“Wh “We “Well you can come back…”
I move forward, stroke his face.
“I don’t think that’d be a good idea.” I murmur.
He pulls back, won’t look at me.
“Will you just think about it?” he begs quietly.
I shake my head.
“I don’t belong here.” I stick to that, that one hard, true, irrefutable fact, the fact I have to hold onto.
He looks up finally. Looks like he’s about to argue then stops.
“It doesn’t have to be that way.” He murmurs. “Will you try it on anyway? For me?”
I nod.
“Alright, for you.”
Lean forward and kiss him softly. Right now I’d do almost anything for him, just for today. He kisses me hard, won’t let me go, holds me close to him. Fuck, christ I’m getting so hot. I pull away fast, hug him tight, kiss his ear.
“You’re such a tease.” I whisper. “You’re beautiful.”
The words slide so easily out of my mouth and I don’t even think about them.
“So are you Paige.” He clings to me. “I think you’re beautiful.”
I laugh, want to argue then find myself choking on a sudden sob. How has he done this to me? Why does he have to do this? What the fuck does he see in me? I’m not beautiful I’m just a whore, someone to be used, fucked, paid for my services. I’m so dirty and corrupted. Don’t let him go, just feel his hands stroking my back, soft, up under my sweater. But I have to let him go, I’ll corrupt him, he’s innocent, he doesn’t know the things I’ve done. I don’t want him to know either, don’t want him to lose the image he has of me. Finally I let him go, take the sweater from him, don’t let him see my face, just pull the sweater I’m wearing off and yank the one he gave me on. The warmth which must be from his body hits me, so soft, warm, caressing my body like it’s his hands. I shiver, eyes closing. When I open them he’s reaching for another sweater, pulling it on, sliding it over his sleek chest. I groan, step forward, pull him back into me, reach straight for his cock, find it hard and throbbing. He moans, head falling back onto me shoulder. I lick him, stroke him harder, fighting with the zip of his pants, rocking my hard cock into his arse. He rocks back, his back caressing my chest throuhe fhe fabric of two sweaters. The one he was just wearing rubbing right over my nipples. I bite softly on his ear. Fuck he feels so good. This is wrong, we shouldn’t be doing this, not here but I can’t stop, not now. Cover his aching moans with my hand. He’s free now and I’m jerking him off with sure, quick strokes. The idea that this is wrong only making me more turned on, more determined to make it quick and hot. My cocks tortured, caught in the confines of expensive, shop new pants. I can’t cum, not in these. I can’t buy them and explaining the cum could be interesting. So I’m rocking into his arse unable to stop only knowing I mustn’t cum. Mir’s getting close and I look around for something to stop it being messy. He whimpers behind my fingers, thrashing into my hand, fucking it roughly. I’m holding him tighter, pulling him harder against my cock. I want to I want to oh god I can’t…
Grab tissues from a conveniently placed box and moan loud, trying to contain my pleasure, right into his ear. He whimpers trying to be quiet as he loses control and cums. Jerking, spilling his seed into the soft tissues. I bite his shoulder hard, clamp down with ruthless determination on the urge to cum.
Breathing hard, letting Mir slump in my arms, holding him to me. After awhile he stirs from his stupor, turns, face burying in my neck. Suddenly his hand reaches down, grabs my cock. I groan try to stop him but he kneels down suddenly, frees me and then I’m cumming. His mouth sucking me off with strong hard strokes. My body bowed out into the pleasure. Oh fuck…
“Mir oh god Mir.” Softly panting.
He stands up, holds me loosely in his arms.
“Shhh.”
I can only whimper as he tucks me back into the pants.
Fuck…I try and make it hot for him and I’m the one who’s over heating with lust.
“You alright?” he asks softly.
I can only nod. Swear under my breath.

He picks out three new sweaters and two new pairs of pants by the time we’re done, then slowly he picks up the sweater I wore when we…heat rushes up from my groin just at the memory. The sweater and the pants. Then another sweater he really liked me in. I watch him quietly, waiting for him to say something. But to my surprise he doesn’t. just picks them up with the others and buys them all. I blink, move to protest.
“Don’t argue, please Paige.”
I sigh, let his arm go and nod.
“Thankyou.” I murmur. “But you do realize I can’t take them with me.”
He looks away but shrugs.
“At least I’ll have something left.” He murmurs quietly.
I almost break, change my mind, decide to stay, even if it is only for a little longer, despite the fact that it can’t work….but what can’t work? Us? Is there an us? I watch him. What is going on here? Is this fucking or is this more? I don’t know, I really don’t know. I like him. I don’t want to hurt him. Don’t’ want to leave him cause it will hurt him. But I can’t stay…I ca I d I don’t belong here, I repeat stubbornly. But it hurts. The idea of leaving him, of going back to whoring, leaving him all alone and at the mercy of Jay. Internal growl. I don’t want Jay to have him, don’t want anyone else to have him either. He’s mine. I freeze. Since when did I become possessive? The shop assistant’s looking at me weird, watching me closely. Don’t like how he’s looking at me, like I’m scum on his clean boots. Find myself sliding in closer to Mir, wrapping an arm around him from behind, bury my face in his shoulder. He tenses and I can feel the frown on his face in every muscle of his body. But his hand moves up and over mine, fingers softly caressing, soothing. I hold him tighter. Why am I leaving this? I have to. I have to leave. I can’t stay. I want to stay. Look up and see the assistant scowling at me. That’s why I have to leave. I don’t belong here and we all know it, Mir just wants to deny it. Look away, can’t keep looking at the disgust in the assistants eyes. Why can’t Mir see that?
Outside he stops, turns his frowning face on me. Reaches out and strokes my check.
“You alright?”
I glance back at the assistant who’s standing in the window watching us.
“I’m fine.” Look straight into Mir’s eyes, memorize them. “Can we go?”
He frowns again.
“What is it?”
“It doesn’t matter, come on Mir, where to next?”
He continues to frown but doesn’t ask again.
“You hungry?” he asks.
I shrug.
“Not really, you fed me so much this morning I could go all day.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” Smile. “Don’t usually eat more than once and not nearly as well.”
“So you like pancakes?”
“Mir I don’t care what you feed me, It’s all good.”
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