CHAPTER 86 Coffee Haven
Ma
I was sitting alone at the counter of Coffee Haven Diner in Bismarck, trying to figure out how the hell I
was supposed to leave the ce. There were two of Pete’s goons standing by the door and one more
was seated at a table.
I yed with my milkshake while staring nkly at the big screen of the TV h ooked up on a wall. I
didn’t feel like eating or drinking. My stomach was in knots and I was feeling anxious and a bit scared.
Earlier, I had to switch cars beforeing here and now, I couldn’t leave.
At New Salem, before I left home earlier, I got an unexpected call.
“The boss wants you to dance for him. He’s willing to pay you two grand,” Ernest,
Pete’s bodyguards said.
one of
“But I can’t-”
you up on
“No buts, Ma. You know the boss. He doesn’t take no for an answer. We’ll pick you up Main Street.
By the way, make sure you shower, he said and hung up before I could say anything else.
I sighed angrily and began gathering the things that I might need, cing all items in my backpack. I
was angry at all the rich folks who thought
that poor people were their serv ants, always at their beck and call, ready to please them without
comint. If for any reason you could’t live up to their expectations, they would make nastyments
and spread rumors.
That’s how it’s been all my life.
I didn’t want to strip for the boss. I no longer needed to. But as Ernest said, the boss never took no for
an answer. I also didn’t want him showing at my doorstep at the middle of the night. He’s done that
before. When my mom reprimanded him for showing up at our doorstep at such an ungodly hour, he
pped her in the face and told her to suck on a bottle. I didn’t want that to happen again.
I’ll just have to tell the bosster that tonight was myst night. I’m hanging up the ska nky lingerie and
the tform heels.
This morning before Cynthia McDowell’s funeral, Dom paid my tuition in full and opened a bank
ount under my name. He deposited a sizable amount, so I didn’t have to worry 1/
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I needed to do was be a good student, finish my education and take care of my mom.
I decided to keep my job at the diner. It wasn’t hard work and I enjoyed waitressing. I didn’t want to be
overly dependent on Dom. He was such a nice guy, a good catch… and I felt if things went smoothly
between us, we could even get married and raise a family.
I stared at the white counter of the diner and made heart shapes with my fingers. I was debating
whether he loved me because after only a few days, I’ve fallen in love with him.
I sighed… Dominic Samuels…
He was tall, dark and handsome, rich, and educated. Most of the girls I went to school with were either
crushing on him or his brother, Bo Xavier. Honestly, when he stared at me with those honey colored
eyes of his, I felt myself melt… like ice cream on a hot summer’s day.
I don’t know what had gotten into me while I was up on stagepeting for Miss Honey Bee. When I
saw Dom looking up at me, I didn’t want to pass the chance to catch his attention. So, I began flirting
with him. When he started flirting back, it caught me off- guard, leaving me breathless with excitement.
I didn’t expect someone like him would notice little old me. The whole town knew he was into Miss
Nicole who had big boobs and a big butt and wore those itty bitty dresses. Then, of course, there’s
Miss Virtue, who Dom was close to. She was a heroine of mine. I wanted to be like her because she
had it all… looks, brains and money. All the men followed her with desire in their eyes, but they were all
afraid to even talk to her. I wanted that. I wanted that kind of respect.
Dom, I noticed, had that same desire in his eyes when he looked at Miss Virtue while I was up on
stage. But suddenly that all changed when I won. Since that fateful night, he has made me feel like I’m
the only girl in the world.
Yesterday, Dom took me to Bismarck to go shopping. He bought me a new phone, a designer bag and
new clothes. Then, to my surprise, he brought me to a car dealership and bought me a Jeep Cherokee.
I wanted to cry with happiness. This was how it felt to be taken care of. This was how it fe to have
some security.
he drove me home and came inside to meet my mother, I invited him into my room
and made him sit on my bed. Wearing one of the pretty dresses he bought me without any underwear
underneath, I sat on hisp and began kissing him. I ced his hand in between my 1
legs, hoping to pay him the only way I knew how… by the use of my body.
He gently stroked my folds as I kissed him. He smelled so good; his expensive cologne was2/
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crisp and clean. I hiked up my skirt and spread my legs, so his fingers could work their
magic.
I
He finally found the sensitive nub of my c lit and began to
b. I moaned in his mouth as his fingers moved faster and faster, stroking my cl it to the brink of ecstacy.
When I came, almost screamed out. It was one of the few times I have evere. None of my paying
customers never thought of pleasuring me when we had sex.
“I have to go, Ma,” Dom suddenly said, to my utter disappointment.
“But I’m wet. I want you to f uck me,” I murmured against his mouth. He inserted his finger in my puss y
and began to finger f uck me instead. I threw my head back. It felt so good.
“Ma, honey, your mother is outside and I don’t want her to think anything bad of me,” he whispered
against my ear as his fingers moved faster and faster until I
e all over his fingers. He lifted me up in his arms and ced me gently on my bed. “That’s all for now,
my sweet. Dream of me tonight, okay? Good night. He kissed me passionately, fixing my dress, and
walked out of my bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him. This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.
I hugged my pillow tightly, satisfied, but wanting more. If he could bring me to the edge just by using his
fingers, I could only imagine what his c ock could do.
After I had ced everything I needed in my backpack, I told my mother I needed to work a shift at the
diner and left the house.
It was weird. After I got into the car, I thought we would be going to Hignd Oaks. I usually danced
naked in Pete’s basement where he would eat me and finger f uck me while I sat spread eagle on the
top of his couch. He loved eating pu ssy, but when he was done, my juice was all over his face. He was
a sl oppy eater and it was gross.
He would f uck me after that, do ggy st yle, but his penis was so small I could never feel anything. I
would fake an o rgasm like I usually do with all my clients. I wanted it to be quickly, so I wouldn’t
experience any chafing.
Instead of Hignd Oaks, we drove out to Bismarck. I was seated in the back while two Pete’s men sat
in front. They kept looking behind me and were constantly tapping their fingers on their smartphones.
When we finally got to Bismarck, they made me exit the c the garage of a tall building where two other
men dragged me inside to an elevator that brought me to another level of the garage. There, a silver
Honda Civic was waiting for m thought that was it, but I wound up being dropped off at Coffee Haven
Diner where a chocte milkshake and a burger were waiting for me at the counter. I tried leaving, but
people in the diner wouldn’t let me out.
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I started feeling uneasy after they stopped me from exiting the diner. I suspected something
was up.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Maybe there was a window there I could climb out of.
Unfortunately, when I checked, I found there were no windows. I took out my smartphone and
messaged Dom, telling him I was in Bismarck at Coffee Haven Diner. I waited for him to text back, but
he didn’t.
I decided to check if there was a fire escape, but when I came out of the restroom, one of Pete’s goons
was waiting for me. He took my arm and shoved me back to the counter. I decided it was best if I
waited until I was asked to exit the diner before I made my move to
escape.
Suddenly a ck van appeared in front of the diner, its tires making a squeaking noise as it stopped.
Two men got out, one of them I recognized. They walked in and gestured at me to
move.
“Get in the van” Riley, one of Pete’s men, grabbed my arm and shoved me towards the ck. van.
Riley and I knew each other when he still used to go to school. Just like me, he and his grandma
needed money. To provide for his grandmother, he became Pete’s errand boy and dealt drugs on the
side. I even heard he smuggled drugs across state lines for an even bigger cut. I wanted to do that
before… smuggle drugs to other states for a bigger payday, but I had to fix our old truck before I could
start and that cost money. Money, my mama drank and smoked away.
Both Riley and I were the same, we had to do everything we could possibly do just to get food on the
table. Aside from working as a waitress at the diner, I worked as a stripper, dealt drugs to the h orny
college boys and sometimes did some h ooking on the side. It was either that or I would have to
scrounge for food in the dumpster.
“Hey, you don’t have to shove me, Riley,” I said, raising my hands above my head and j towards the
van. “I’ll get in.”
As I walked, I scanned the area, nning my escape. However, Riley, sensing I was go my do run,
shook his head and shed his gun. I sighed and walked slowly… slowly to my
From out of nowhere, several motorcycles came into the parking area of the diner.
“Ma,
hurry the f uck up!” Riley hissed at me, pulling my arm, so I would walk faster.
From a distance, I could hear the sirens of police cars rushing towards us. I closed my ey
and silently prayed to G od for the police to find me.
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