Chapter One Hundred And TenThe phone rang incessantly, shattering the calm within Vincent's home. Startled, he picked up to find Anastasia's voice on the other end, a mixture of concern and frustration in her tone."Vincent, what the hell are you doing with your life? You had it all, and now you're just messing it up!" Anastasia's words cut through the air like a bitter wind.Vincent, feeling the weight of judgment, snapped back, "Anastasia, mind your damn business. I don't need a lecture from you."The line went silent for a moment, the tension palpable even through the phone. Anastasia, undeterred, responded with a determined edge in her voice, "You may not want to hear it, but I care about you. Whatever you're going through, it's affecting more than just you. You're spiraling, Vincent."His grip tightened on the phone as frustration and anger welled up within him. "I don't need your concern or anyone else's. I'm dealing with my own stuff, okay? Just stay out of it."Anastasia, how
Chapter One Hundred And Eleven Vincent's agonized cries echoed through the dimly lit arena as he clutched his broken legs, the aftermath of the most perilous boxing match of the year. The air buzzed with a mixture of tension and disbelief as onlookers watched the once-mighty fighter crumble before their eyes.His coach, a grizzled man with a weathered face and a heart heavy with regret, rushed to his side. "Vincent, we need to get you to a hospital. This is bad," he said, urgency in his voice.Vincent, tears streaming down his face, could only manage a pained nod. The arena, once filled with the cheers of eager spectators, now felt like a haunting echo of his shattered dreams. Conversations among the crowd hushed to whispers, a solemn acknowledgment of the brutal toll the match had taken.As paramedics hurriedly arrived, Vincent's mind drifted back to the decisions that led him to this harrowing moment. He couldn't escape the regret that gnawed at him, regret born from the choice to
Chapter One Hundred And Twelve Amidst the dim glow of neon lights, Vincent's world crumbled as the voice of The Quintillion system echoed, accusing him of squandering his shot at greatness. The weight of regret settled in his chest, a haunting reminder that money and fame had twisted his path.Across the room, a tense conversation unfolded, each word a dagger piercing Vincent's once steadfast determination. "You had it all, Vincent," the voice intoned, an embodiment of disappointment. "You let it slip through your fingers, blinded by the allure of success."Vincent's gaze, once fierce and focused, now held a glint of sorrow. The accusations resonated with a truth he couldn't escape. The journey that was meant to define him had instead left him adrift, drowning in the consequences of his choices.As the conversation deepened, memories of lost dreams intertwined with the regretful whispers of what could have been. The room pulsed with tension, an emotional storm brewing within Vincent's
Chapter One Hundred And Thirteen Vincent decided to go far away to think about his life and start afresh without knowing that his life is about to take a new turn. Fast forward a month or two. I pulled into the parking lot at the hotel. The place was in the middle of nowhere, and left much to be desired. It was desperately in need of a remodel, I thought as I walked inside. Soon, I was escorted to a wing of the building which essentially consisted of a hallway constructed in a large square, with guest rooms and restrooms on either side of the hall all the way around the square.It seemed like our group, whoever that was, had the wing to ourselves. All I can really recall, looking back, is that the whole wing, which was probably sixty rooms in total, seemed to have all the doors thrown open as if waiting for people to just choose one and step inside. I really don't know what the purpose was, but I could surely see that the rooms needed work. The bedspreads were hideous, the carpet was
Chapter One Hundred And FourteenGood. Only this time I imagine you'll be fantasizing about this later with your fingers buried deep in that pussy," she said, laughing. I thought it was a joke, but I hoped it wouldn't be.Satisfied for the moment that her friend agreed to stay, the blonde turner her attention back to me and raised her head and looked into my eyes. "So, you want your dick sucked, right?""Sure - no names and no condoms, right?" I asked as I began to erotically squeeze her exposed sides, jamming my thumbs into the flesh just above her hip bones. It drove her crazy, and me too."It's so fucking hot this way," she said. "The risk, the - feeling, the - it just," she sighed. "It fucking turns me on so much." She dove in for a kiss, and within seconds, our lips parted and our tongues met. Our mouths opened and she bit my lip gently and I massaged her tongue with mine."Yeah, it's really hot, sexy, just the way I want you," I said as our lips parted. As soon as she heard my w
Chapter One Hundred And Fifteen ""See, isn't it slutty and sexy? It really turns me on! Now tell me how much you like it - how much it turns you on - and you can go back to watching me suck him," replied the blonde."Well, I - I," the brunette began, before pausing. Her face shone red once again, embarrassed by the dirty talk in which her friend was forcing her to engage."Go on," said the blonde. "You what?" The brunette turned her head at the floor in shame as she sat on the edge of the tub. As she looked up, the blonde opened her mouth and teased her friend, and me as well, placing her lips just millimeters from my cock before pulling away, awaiting her friend's admission."I - I like to watch - to watch you suck his cock," said the brunette at last. She spoke softly, and I could hear the shame in her voice."And?" Said the blonde. The brunette cast her head down again, took a deep breath, and sighed. At last, she raised her head."And it really turns me on." This time, I could he
Chapter One Hundred And Sixteen No girl on girl action - you promise?" She asked. I nodded and gazed into her eyes."Mmmhmmm," the blonde agreed, her lips wrapped around my shaft. She didn't even take them off to respond to her friend - she only forced my dick deeper into her mouth.The brunette slowly moved her face closer to mine, leaning over her friend on the floor. I leaned over too, in her direction, as we locked eyes. In her eyes I could see a girl that put up a hard to get facade, but inside, was growing more aroused by the minute, and was no longer able to control herself, try as she might. Her flirty, fun side was breaking out of its shell.Our gaze continued until our lips met, and then her eyes closed as she opened her mouth just enough to slide her tongue through and taste my lips. The kiss was a short one, but she broke away slowly and deliberately, and remained less than an inch from my fave as she said the best thing I had heard all night: "I'm in."She made it obviou
Chapter One Hundred And Seventeen Now she moved in closer to me. The space between our bodies mostly evaporated as she put her arms around me again. Her stomach moved to meet my hands, and she took short, quick breaths each time I touched her or scraped my fingers across her body. It was arousing her, and knowing it was arousingvher just made me want her more. She pressed her stomach against mine, and I slid my hands up her sides, inside her shirt, all the way up to her shoulders and then over her head, taking the shirt along as she raised her arms, allowing me to remove her shirt.The brunette, having seemingly moved past the stomach foreplay, at least for the moment, started to move more quickly. Taking my right hand, she placed it over her left breast, and I cupped it and squeezed. It didn't take long for me to move my other hand to unhook her bra, with her breathing becoming short and more heavy as I did so. "Take it off," she whispered as we started kissing again. It fell from h