Chapter 195 Tragic

Chapter 195 Tragic
“Nngh, that’s more like it. You’re taking my cock so well in your mouth,” Caldwell’s gruff voice sounded in one of the rooms on the second floor in the pub where Naomi worked. Caldwell, as always, thought he had nothing better to do than to come to where she worked and request a room, then use the excuse of requesting a service to demand that she come to his room.
They had been at it for the past hour. He didn’t care if there was a job waiting downstairs she hadn’t been to. Naomi’s hair was pressed against her sweat-damp skin, her face flush as he took her from behind again and again.
“You feel so good around me. Look at you, my perfect dirty slut,” Naomi gritted her teeth. This man was vulgar to the core. She didn’t know how someone like him could have so much energy like this in him. She cursed her luck for having been caught by him. She should have just let Greg know back then, but then she thought he was easy to handle and that he could be useful to her before getting rid of him. But here she was, brought down to the position of a whore for a filthy man in a cramped room that smelled of sex, stale food, and cigars.
She let him do everything he wanted. Her mind kept glancing at the inner pocket of her blouse where she hid the packet of drugs. Driven to the point where she was almost losing her mind, she had reached out to one of the drug peddlers in the alley nearby. It was a guaranteed result. She had been unable to use it all this time. She didn't want to do it in her apartment. But now, it was the perfect time. All she had to do was play along.
For once, she was grateful for her coworker Peggy, who also sometimes slept with the customers and had Naomi cover for her. Sleeping with the customers gave extra money, especially since the monthly salary could barely cover rent, much less groceries.
Determined to exhaust him and give him one last show, Naomi got animated, her cold eyes glinting with something wicked as a deadly smile curved her lips.
“Go deeper, Cald, nngh, yes—just how I like it, you naughty dog.” She teased. Her words seemed to excite him, and he went harder, spanking her while he continued ramming into her from behind.
After what felt like a marathon sex, Caldwell rolled off Naomi, his breathing coming out haggard and exhausted.
“I need a drink,” he groaned, closing his eyes as he tried to gather his breath.
Naomi stood up without a word; she didn’t even bother to adjust her outfit. She walked out of the room, stepping briefly outside the door, and started laughing hysterically, but no sounds came out. After what felt like a long minute of crashing out like a psychotic, she slowly trailed her fingers through her hair to the back to make it look decent, then adjusted her skirt and blouse before taking the stairs one at a time.
“That one got you busy, eh,” Peggy, a thirty-two-year-old with crooked teeth that was now black from smoking. And a makeup so loud it was the first thing you saw when you looked at her face, before the crooked teeth and her huge boobs hanging out of her shirt.
“Tell me about it. I need a beer.” Naomi spoke, hanging over her the platform where Peggy stood. “Better still, make that two.”
She opened the bottles and took a swig from one before turning back up the stairs with two bottles in hand. When she got to the top floor, she brought out the packet of white powder and poured the contents into the second bottle and shook it before bottling it back. Then she slowly pushed open the door.
“What took you so long?” Caldwell looked up as she entered, his eyes narrowing. He was sitting up, his head resting against the headboard.
She pretended to open the bottle she had already opened and handed it over to him before taking another swig from hers. “You forget I’ve been gone for so long. Peggy’s been covering most of my shift. I had to help out a little. We’re entering the peak hour of business.”
Caldwell grunted, unimpressed, and took a large gulp of the beer in his hands. Naomi watched him slowly; her eyes followed the movement of the liquid, the way his throat worked as he consumed everything.
Caldwell dropped the empty bottle carelessly, then looked back at her. “Come over here,” he demanded.
Naomi shook her head, her voice sharp. “You should go. I can’t keep satisfying your sexual needs all the time. I have work to do, and I don’t intend to get fired from this job.”
Caldwell sneered. Ready to play the blackmail card, his eyes narrowed, and a flicker of discomfort crossed his face. He shifted slightly, then pressed a hand to his chest.
‘What—you—”
Naomi watched him with cold eyes. Her expression hardened as his discomfort grew. His breath was getting shallow, and his face was getting redder as he struggled to breathe.
Naomi’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Did you think you had the upper hand forever? Serves you right,” she spat, her voice trembling with fury. “This is for using me. For treating me like your whore, and reducing me to filth. I hate you.”
Caldwell’s eyes widened, his body convulsing as he struggled to reach Naomi, where she stood, before suddenly going limp.
Naomi stood there for minutes, as she watched his body lie there in that position. His red eyes stared at her. Then she released a deep breath and blinked. As though suddenly realizing where she was, she panicked. What if the police investigated? Peggy knew she was with him. She didn’t trust that shrew not to speak. Immediately, she grabbed his phone, then reached for his pants, searching for cash. She found a few dollar bills. It wasn’t up to a twenty. She looked at his body with disgust, then sprang out of the room, descending the stairs two at a time.
At the bar counter, Peggy looked up, startled.
“Cover for me,” Naomi gasped. “I need to grab something across the street.”
Peggy frowned, concern flickering in her eyes. “Naomi, what’s wrong—” But Naomi was already pushing through the door, the cool evening air hitting her like a slap.
She darted across the street, her mind racing. She didn’t even stop to check the streets. The next thing was the sound of a vehicle reversing after a loud thud sounded from impac,t leaving Naomlyingng on the cold streets with Caldwell’s phone a few distances from her fingertips and blood splaying out of her mouth as she wheezed.