Page 23 of One for the Money

She nodded, absently twirling the end of her indigo and violet-colored hair around her finger. It was a bold combination of colors, but she wore it easily without pulling your attention from her features.

“There is always a chance you might find someone who’s disgruntled enough to help you. However, I should point out all these people are criminals. Many of them came to me begging for work, and I decided to give them a try, only to discover it wasn’t what they expected.” She waved her hand as if to brush aside that train of thought. “Never mind all that… what it comes down to is criminals are not known for being someone you can trust. They could offer to help you for a price, but do you have anything they’d want to offer?”

That had me frowning. Did I have anything to offer? I wasn’t willing to use my position as a doctor or veterinarian to get them drugs which I’m sure they’d welcome. While I made decent money, it certainly wasn’t enough to bribe someone to turn against someone like Von. I suppose it came down to deciding what I was willing to compromise of my own morals to save my life. What’s worse, I’d rather have to fight my way out of here than knowingly break the law. No one would doubt that I was defending myself and doing what was needed to get free. Yet if I ended up in court charged with stealing drugs from the clinic to pay off my captor, no one would see the good in that.

“Then it seems I’m left with using what time I have left to ensure you go down with me,” I determined.

Von leaned forward, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. “Okay, now you’re speaking my language. If you were to guess what kind of operation I run here, what would it be? You’d need to know that in order to hit where it’d hurt the most.”

“Why the fuck are you helping me plan this out?” I blurted, once more utterly confused by how this woman’s brain worked.

“Oh, I’m not,” she assured me, resting her chin on her hand. “I know I’ve covered all my bases, so I figured if you talked me through it, I could crush all hope of you trying your plan right out the gate.” Inching forward ever so slightly, she jerked her chin up in encouragement. “Come on, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“This is just a game to you, isn’t it?” I snapped. “We’re talking about my life here. I’m the one who is going to live or die at your whim, but all you see is a new toy to play with. Well, guess what? I’m done playing.”

Shoving to my feet, I went as far as I could to get away from her before sitting down with my back to her.

“Suit yourself, but since I’m already sitting down, I’d rather not have to get back up again on my own, and something tells me you’re not in the mood to help me out. Although you might if it means I leave the room, but if I leave the room, you go back to sitting in dark silence,” she rambled. “But, you were part of a special ops team that worked specifically in the pitch-black dark of the night. Oh, I’m sure you had night-vision goggles unless they turned you into a mutant…” she trailed off as if she hoped I’d say one way or another.

My brain was stuck on the fact she knew I’d been part of the Ghost Division. That information was highly classified and not something a person could gain access to without being a general. If she had the connections to get this type of information, then my assumption of her being just a drug dealer wasn’t correct. Not that she couldn’t be, but it seemed rather small-time for a person as clever as she was.

“Won’t mind if I just lay down, right?” I’d been so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t realized she’d still been talking. “Well, I suppose you’d have to speak to me if you want to tell me no, and I’m guessing that’s not gonna happen.”

The sound of her rustling around and soft grunts of discomfort as she laid down almost had me turning around. My need to help a patient I’d been looking after was hard to fight, but knowing I’d be playing into her hand kept me where I was.

“What time is it? I feel like my pain meds are wearing off, which means it’s probably been roughly four hours,” Von said. “Ugh, I don’t want to get up when I just laid down. There has to be something else I can do to get my mind off the way my side is fucking throbbing. Come to think of it, I remember someone telling me that an orgasm can help since it floods your body with endorphins, which would dull the pain.”

Unable to help myself, I snorted at that idea. Sure, getting off would definitely give your brain something else to focus on, but would she be able to do it without causing herself more pain by doing it? Nah, the idea was stupid. There’s no way she’d actually do it here in front of a prisoner. Just as that thought crossed my mind, I was hit in the back of the head by something soft. Looking down, I found Von’s black sweatpants laying there instead of being on her body.

Whipping my head around, I found her lying on my mattress, knees up and spread wide, showing off her bare pussy. The overhead light made the gem on her clit piercing glint, drawing my attention to the most intimate part of her body. Yanking my gaze away, I noticed her shirt was pulled up, exposing her breasts. Von’s head was tossed back, eyes closed, as she tugged on her nipples, getting them to stand at attention.

Holy fuck, this cannot be happening right now. Who the hell strips down in front of a stranger to masturbate?

My gaze followed her hand as it made its way down her body until it arrived at her intended target. Using one long, slender finger, she let it slip between the lips of her pussy and kept going until it curled into her opening. When the finger emerged, it glistened, showing how turned-on she was to be doing this in front of me. She slowly swirled her lubed finger around her clit, letting out a soft moan.

This cannot be happening to me right now. I have to be hallucinating. Yeah, that is what’s going on. I’ve been trapped in the dark for too long, and my brain is playing tricks on me. Only in a man’s fantasy would a woman as fucking sexy as Von show up to my room and start fingering herself.

As if she’d heard my train of thought, Von plunged two fingers into her pussy, letting them thrust lazily in and out of her. My breath caught in my throat as I heard the telltale sound of how wet she was as her fingers sped up.

“Fuck, I love the sound of a sloppy pussy,” Von announced, her voice laced with pleasure. “It’s so goddamn sexy to listen to, don’t you agree, Red?”

Hearing her question, I looked up to meet her gaze—the one thing I knew I shouldn’t have done. Now I was trapped by them which was exactly what Von hoped would happen. Everything in me told me to run, that she was dangerous, a predator, and I needed to flee if I wanted to survive.

Fingers soaked in her arousal caressed either side of her clit, pulling back the protection it was shrouded in to reveal the epicenter of her pleasure to me. “Red, I need your help. I can’t seem to get the angle I need without putting me in more pain. Would you let me borrow a finger or two?”

I licked my lips, imagining what it would taste like to feast on her pussy. It had been way too fucking long since I’d had sex, and living in a small town didn’t create a good environment for one-night stands. After the last time when I ran into one of them at the grocery store with their kid and mom, I decided it would be the last time I fucked around in town.

Before I realized what I was doing, I’d already turned around and started to crawl toward her.

Having come back to my senses, I stopped and sat back on my heels. “Why are you doing this to me, Von? What do you want from me?”

She didn’t answer right away, instead choosing to finger herself roughly for a few seconds before sucking her fingers clean. “Right now, all I want is for you to help me come, no strings, just helping a horny bitch out. You’re a doctor, right? Isn’t it your job to make sure your patient isn’t in any discomfort and her needs are met?”

My hands curled into fists so tight my nails bit into my palms. “No, what you’re thinking of are nurses. They’re the ones skilled at ensuring the patient is getting the care they need. We doctors are selfish assholes who treat your illness but don’t bother to worry about you as a person.”

Von pushed up on one arm, giving me a disapproving look. “If you’re gonna lie to me, try doing a better job. That was fucking awful. I might not know you in the traditional sense, but I know what you just said was a steaming pile of bullshit. If that were true, then you never would have helped me and been fine with letting me die.”

I wanted to reject her accusations, but I couldn’t. She was right. As a military medic, we didn’t have the same system for doctors and nurses as traditional hospitals. Most of the time on the front lines, it was a small group of us trying to keep men and women alive long enough to get evacuated to a real hospital. There was no time for doctors to be picky about what kind of care they performed.