baby you ain't nothing but a necessary evil ▽ violet

[Peter Dearborn]

maybe i love it, maybe i need it

MAYBE THERE AIN'T NO OTHER WAY TO TRY AND PLEASE ME.

I

n between his days of thievery and schemes, there was Violet. He told himself it wasn’t going to be a frequent thing, more like an award he would allow himself to have every time he scored big, but he found himself making excuses to show up at Roxie’s. Usually he would say it was late and he was bored of the casinos and the shows and the neon signs glittering down the main strip and Violet easily knew how to show him a good time. Then there were other times where business was slow or stressful and he barely made out of a dangerous situation that he felt like he needed her to take the edge off of the day. No matter what he said to himself, he was there and so was Violet and it was quickly becoming a ritual between them.

Forget about the hotel rooms and the drinks and the room service, It was Violet who was making a dent in his wallet. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t the fact that Peter was now coming around almost every day, sometimes twice in a day. There was one time he showed up four times that day, no doubt Violet was smug about it, forcing Peter to throw her on the bed and make her feel something else. Besides the sex, things were good. It was easy between them, not complications, no questions being asked, just nothing but the sheets and skin on skin. She never asked him what his job was, why he would come in some days ready to flash handful of bills and the other days he’d come in with his shoulders hunched and sporting a black eye. She never asked him again about his German accent or anything relating to that night. And in return, Peter never asked about the other men, the bruises on her knees and neck, where she was from, why she was here. They had a good exchange going on between them. She was very well worth the money and that was why Peter guessed he kept coming back.

Eventually, he started suggesting that she came back to his place every now and then. Violet’s bedroom was nice, but the sounds of the other men being pleasured through the walls was distracting if not nauseating to hear and the area around Roxie’s was seedy and not exactly somewhere he wanted to be seen. Not that Peter himself was some high born, but he played one often and he’d hate for someone to recognize him from Roxie’s if he were to see them elsewhere. Violet was hesitant. He understood, but kept offering. He knew that she had to keep her guard up and her wits about her, that there were men out there trying to lead girls away and do their worst to them. At least, that is what Peter assumed. Still, he kept offering, kept sweetening the deal, offering more money, debating why it was better there than at Roxie’s, including that her head mistress didn’t have to know about this and Violet could keep the profits to herself as long as they were discrete. Eventually, Violet agreed, he gave her a card with the room number and floor at the Aloha Hotel and Casino and set up a time.

It was now that day and Peter was lounging on the hotel bed, watching one of the limited television shows airing that day, sucking back a cigarette and nursing a drink in his hand. He checked his watch and sighed. Looked like he had wasted his time. He assumed she just decided not to show up, but there were other possibilities that she didn’t come. Maybe one of the girls overheard and told the head mistress of Violet’s plans, maybe she got caught up with work, maybe this and that—who knows. He wasn’t going to wait in his room anymore. There were other things he could do—other women if he wanted to.

And just as he stood up from the bed, a knocking came from the door. He put out his cigarette and settled his drink on the night stand and approached the door, looking out the peep hole to see Violet glancing down the hallway past one of her shoulders. He opened the door and leaned against the frame, giving her a once over.

“You’re late,” He grunted, tilting his chin up at her. Without another word, he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the room and nudging the door close with his foot. He turned to her and pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her waist as he looked down at her with a lewd look. His hands trailed down past her hips and down the hem of her dress, slowly gliding the fabric up as he leaned down and kissed her neck. "I thought maybe you changed your mind," He murmured, his smile pressed against her skin as his hands reached down and groped her, pressing himself against her. "I'm glad I thought wrong."

TAG:Violet Doe OUTFIT: pants + white tank top rn?? NOTES: BOW CHICKA BOW WOW

[Violet Doe]

i'll escape with him

I'LL show him all my skin

T

here were very few constants in Violet’s life. In Russia she’d spent her times in an orphanage or on the streets, never knowing when her next meal was going to be. When she came to America, it seemed that, while she knew if she was going to eat, she wasn’t sure what awful things would have to happen to get the money to eat. Her life had fallen into a sort of pattern, but it was a dynamic one. While her job was constant, the people that came to her weren’t. She had the occasional reoccurring client, but they usually grew bored and went back to their wives or they were caught and their shame took them away. But suddenly there was Peter. He was this enigma in Violet’s life, but he was constant. She knew that she should expect him, though it was never quite clear when. Sometimes he wouldn’t show up for a week and then sometimes he would show up multiple times in a day, always in a different state of mind. Lately, however, he’d been showing up nearly every single day, occasionally more than once. His hunger for sex—and, Violet suspected, his hunger for her—was insatiable.

This was all very good for Violet, of course. She loved having a steady income, and he paid her damn well. Not only that but he was a good partner. He wasn’t mean to her, his grip never hurt her, and they’d grown so accustomed to each other’s bodies that they knew how to please the other. By now they’d been having sex regularly for almost a month, and it was great. Violet’s pockets were full, and she’d been able to take a few more days off here and there without having to worry that she wasn’t going to be able to cover her rent or her laundry or her food. Peter was the perfect client.

The only problem was that Violet was growing attached. So far she’d been able to uphold her rules, but she’d begun to wonder what his lips tasted like. Suddenly she wanted to ask him how he was doing, why he had a black eye, how he knew German. These questions were dangerous, and Violet scolded herself every time they began to form on her tongue. It wasn’t her business, and she shouldn’t care. It only grew more difficult when Peter began to ask her to come to his place. At first she’d outright declined, but he’d coerced her by telling her that he lived in a hotel room. This, of course, only spiked her curiosity more, but she knew better than to ask. A hotel room was certainly better than his house, right? That was against one of her rules, but she wanted to. Violet was determined to keep the work in her own setting; she needed to be somewhere she knew, somewhere familiar to her. Hotel rooms weren’t familiar, and even if Peter seemed great now, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to turn on her.

It didn’t take that long for him to finally break her down. The best part of the deal was the money—or at least that’s what Violet was telling herself. This way, if they kept their meetings to themselves, Violet wouldn’t have to pay her landlady anything. This way she would be able to keep all the money she made. It could get her in trouble, she knew, but she was willing to do it. For the money, of course.

Violet had most of her day worked out. She’d taken the day off, and she decided to go out at the specific time and probably spend a few hours with Peter. Lucky for her, she didn’t have to worry about picking up all the men that hung around in the lobby now, and it was within their rights to outright refuse people if they wanted to. So Violet had done just that; she’d kept to herself in her room, locking the door to signify that she wasn’t working that day. Well, she hadn’t planned on it, but one of the girls had come to her door, desperate for her to cover a client that was coming in. At first she refused but, after more begging and the other woman promising to do her laundry for the next two weeks, Violet relented. She could make a few quick bucks on the side, couldn’t she?

He was mean. He was mean and rough, and he liked the look on Violet’s face whenever he pinched her skin between his fingers. He liked the way she jerked away from his hard hands, the way that she yelped whenever he squeezed too hard. Violet could feel the welts forming, and she knew that her skin would bruise in no time. Fighting had only made him pinch harder, so Violet lie there, taking his abuses and getting him off as quickly as she could. The only good thing was that it didn’t last too long; he was in and out within an hour. Her skin, however, would show signs of his abuse for a while. She took a long shower, desperately hoping that the hot water would ease the pain and the soreness.

She knew she was going to be late as soon as she left Roxie’s to head to Aloha Casino. Her shower had taken her longer than she expected, and she’d had to make herself up before she left. And, as a bonus, she’d stopped at her dealer’s to pick up a little something extra for the two of them. Violet figured she deserved it today. She tried not to look too paranoid as she made her way into the brightly lit building, riding the elevator up to his floor. As she made her way down the hallway, she took note of where the exits were. Violet didn’t think Peter was going to murder her or anything, but it was better to be safe than sorry, right?

Taking a deep breath, Violet rapped her knuckles on the door, glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone else was on the floor. Maybe she was being a little paranoid, but she’d survived that way, hadn’t she? Peter opened the door, looking casual and the slightest bit annoyed.

“You’re late.”

Violet opened her mouth to apologize, but she was instead pulled into the room, and Peter was on her within moments. She welcomed him eagerly, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers splaying in his hair. Her nails moved gently across his scalp, tugging on his hair. A shiver ran down her spine as he gathered her dress, slowly sliding it up her thighs and over her hips. Violet flinched back as one of his hands gripped at her bare torso, “Sorry.” She pulled further away, her lips twisting to a frown, “I’m just… a little bruised today.” Violet quickly smiled and pulled further away, reaching into her bra to produce a finely rolled blunt. “I got us a little something extra. What do you say?” She quirked an eyebrow, really hoping that he would be up for it. Violet certainly knew she could use something to dull the pain a little.

TAG:Violet Doe OUTFIT: a cute skimpy dress NOTES: slut for pelet