1. The Darkness of Candy's Room


    Date: 1/13/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

    The rain pelted out an angry, broken rhythm against the roof of his car. It eerily echoed through the gloomy darkness that seemed to penetrate every dirty crack of the lifeless street. "Forte? Crescendo?" he asked himself, unable to remember which word accurately described the increase in loudness, of the eerie melody being pounded out on his car. "Who gives a fuck," he thought as he reclined the car seat, stretched his legs and exhaled the cigarette smoke from his lungs. He watched, unamused, as the smoke changed color, when the headlights from an approaching vehicle lit up the interior of his car. "Make her wait a bit longer," he thought to himself. She had been staring out her window, waiting for him to arrive, and watched as he pulled up on to her street. She gazed down at his car for a few minutes, anxiously waiting for him to get out and go to her. She pulled the curtains tight when he lit up the cigarette. The spark and flame from her lighter lit up the window through the thin curtains of her room. He pictured her, naked, sitting crossed legged on her unmade bed, as she sucked in the small pillows of smoke, rising from the crumpled aluminum foil through a stained, glass pipe. "This is the last time I use," she would desperately lie to him every time he visited her. "I don't care," he always painfully lied back to her. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked the butt out the window and made his way to her apartment. He pressed the familiar, well-worn button ...
    with faded numbers on it. "1208. Her birthday," he could never stop himself from thinking that, when his finger touched the button, no matter how hard he tried to. How fucking cruel life is. The tinny, crackle of the buzzer was followed by the metallic click of the front doors unlocking. He rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor in silent desperation. His cock twitched at the thought of her. She was barely twenty three years old, and wasting her life away as an exotic dancer at a rundown strip joint. **** He thought back to how out of place she looked, the first time he saw her on the stage. She was beautiful, vibrant, smart and full of life, as she danced in front of half broken strangers. He got up his nerve and asked her for a private dance. She smiled and led him by the hand to a small, dusky room at the back of the bar. "I'm Candy. You may touch me where ever you want to, while I dance for you," she smiled as she pushed him down on the well-worn couch and straddled on to his lap. He remained silent and lifted the laced bra over her small, perky breasts. She threw her head back and moved her hips to the music. Fittingly, she had picked, The Black Crowes, 'She Talks To Angels' for the dance. "It's my song," she smiled, her voice soft and somber. He was caught off guard by the sadness in her eyes. He had seen the same sadness in another girl's eyes, a life time ago. The sadness behind her smile tore open old wounds in him. She shivered when she saw how he was affected by ...
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