So if you're familiar with the Erotic Diary of Isabelle, then you might have some expectations in regards to what you could expect from this title and this particular character. What I can reveal is how dramatically different and dark this erotic thriller is. Dianne wrote this scene and I couldn't bring myself to put it in the book because of the violence tone of the sex scene. Did I make the correct call?
One bad decision can change your life forever.
Scarlett is a devout proud lesbian caught between living her life on her terms and conforming within her gay community. Scarlett thought she knew everything about herself. A life long lesbian who never had any interest in men. So why can’t she stop wondering what this one guy’s hands would feel like against her skin? Scarlett has been living the lavish life for the past five years, but everything changes when her vengeful ex-lover finishes her prison sentence, demanding answers. The untold story of organised crime, drugs, toxic relationships and sex. Will Scarlett be able to escape her controlling ex-girlfriend and the gang? Or will she be taken down right along with them?
Feb. 1, 2020
For the past nine days I’ve been hiding out. Planning and then not planning. I’m torn between leaving London behind for good and refusing to be chased from my home. This is stupid. It’s just a flat, it’s just a job, one that I can’t even say I love. It should be easy to pack up and leave. Get a new flat and start all over again in a city where no one knows me. Simple. And yet every time I plan to leave, I can’t bring myself to do it. I’ve literally packed up a bag and told myself today is the day, and I’m still here. I can’t figure out why I’m still here. Yes Issy is my friend and it would suck leaving her, but I’ll male new friends. She’s not the reason I can’t bring myself to walk out.
Everything in me is telling me to run and run fast. To get into my car and just drive until I run out of gas. And yet, there is something keeping me here. Some small pull on my heart that won’t let me open that door. I can’t understand it and the only thing I keep coming back to is Ryan. It makes no sense. No fucking sense. He was just a guy, a guy that I have been avoiding like the black plague. He should mean nothing to me and yet I can’t bring myself to leave. Before I met him, I wouldn’t have thought twice about leaving, I hadn’t thought twice about it. I dreamt about it all the time. Now he’s holding me back. My mind can’t stop thinking about him, about his touch, about the way he made me feel. About how safe I was in his arms all night. He didn’t roll over like Beth did after a few minutes. He held me all night as we slept and it was better than the sex. I miss him. Not seeing him since that night hurts more than I thought it would. It wasn’t even the sex, I miss talking with him. I didn’t feel like I have to hide parts of myself with him like I do with everyone else. He never looks at me like I’m stupid. He doesn’t treat me like an idiot that is only good enough to sit there and smile. He treats me like a real person. I can’t even remember the last time that happened with anyone.
I wish I knew what to do…
I was interrupted by a knock at my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone and no one ever shows up unannounced at my place. People knew where I lived, but most in the community didn’t know my exact address. I put my diary away and headed for the door. I should have looked through the peephole, that was my first mistake. The second was not slamming the door shut in their face. Because the second I opened the door, there stood Martha and Beth. Beth who was not supposed to be released for another couple of weeks. And yet here she stood, even more bulked up than the last time I saw her, but I guess five years with nothing to do but lift weights will do that to a girl.
“Nice place you got here Babydoll.” Beth said, pushing past me and into my home.
Martha just smirked and followed her in. No one had been in here, I made a point of keeping this place gang free.
“What are you doing here?” I asked. I wished my voice sounded more stern and demanding.
“I just got out of prison after five years, where else would I go Babydoll? I don’t see you for five years and this is the welcome I get?”
“You weren’t supposed to be out for a couple more weeks.”
I wasn’t ready for this. I was nowhere near ready for this.
“Overcrowding means I got to get out a little earlier. I thought it would be a nice surprise to come and see you. And check out our new place.”
Beth made her way over to me and I didn’t miss the part where she said our place. She thought she was staying here with me, but there was no way that could happen. She would only bring the gang here and my sanctuary from that life would be ruined.
“I haven’t seen you in five years, most people would take that as a hint.” I said with an edge. This wasn’t going to end well for me at all. Beth was not the type of person to take no. But I refused to be walked on, at least about this.
Without warning, Beth swung out at me, punching me right on my left cheek. The force was so strong and I was not ready for it, it threw me to my hands and knees. Beth’s hand was grabbing a chunk of my hair, pulling my head back.
“Make no mistake, you are my bitch and you always will be. You will do as you are told by me, when you are told to do it.”
Beth slammed my head into the floor before letting go. I could feel blood starting to drip down my forehead from the blow. I knew once the shock wore off, I would have a killer headache.
“Now, get the fuck up and make us a drink. We have some business we need to discuss.”
I looked up to see Beth walking away and Martha laughing at the sight of us. They went over to the couch and sat down on it, completely expecting me to obey them. Which I did. What choice did I have? I couldn’t leave now, they would find me. All I had to do was keep Beth happy and she would leave me alone. Eventually she would get bored of me and move on to someone else. I just had to wait until that happened. I quickly got up and headed into the kitchen to make the drinks. I knew they wanted whiskey and coke, they always did. After doing that I placed them down on the coffee table and Beth grabbed my arm and pulled me down so I was sitting between her and Martha.
“Now, you are going to tell me how you weren’t there when the arrest went down and how you can afford this place.” Beth started, before she pulled a small gun from behind her back and placed it down on the table. “And I would strongly suggest you don’t lie to me.”
It would appear prison had given her new tricks and an even more dangerous edge to her. But I couldn’t tell her the truth, if I did, she would kill me for sure. Thankfully I had practised this story so many times, I was able to tell it the same way each and every time.
“I couldn’t sleep so I went and sat in the bathroom on the side of the tub. I saw some lights flickering outside and I looked out the window and saw that it was the cops. I ran for the bedroom, but before I could get there the doors were being kicked open. So I ran back to the bathroom and climbed out the window and was able to sneak away while the cops were flooding the house. I didn’t know they were there for you. I thought they were after someone from the gang. And I had no idea you had that much drugs in the house. I thought you would be released in a couple of days. And I didn’t buy this place, after finding out that you were going away for a few years I didn’t know what to do or where to go. So I called my parents and they bought me this place with the promise of me straighten my life out and going back to law school.”
“But you didn’t.” Beth stated.
“No I didn’t go. I thought about it, but I don’t want to be a lawyer. Now I’m an underwear model and escort.”
Beth looked over at Martha and I saw her give a small nod. It was the same story I have always told people, if I was lying it should change. Thankfully they always forget how smart and creative I am.
“So you have no idea where half a million dollars went that was in my home?”
“No. You know that I didn’t know you had that much in your house. I only ever saw you with a hundred grand at most and the drugs. A dirty cop probably took it or someone else in the gang. Beth, I swear, I didn’t know you had that much. I barely had the time to get out of there, let alone go running around from stash to stash.”
Beth looked at me for a few minutes before she seemed to accept my answer.
“We have a lot of work to do. The gang is not happy about the money and drugs that were sieged. They are going to be demanding more work from us. So when you are not working making us money, you will be here helping with packaging the drugs for Martha and Amber to run. Do I make myself clear?”
“Ya, I got it.”
Beth took her drink and finished it in one go, Martha doing the same. I knew there was more coming. I could always tell when Beth had something else to say. I had a feeling this was going to be about Ryan. There was no way that Martha didn’t tell her about him and what they all believed had happened between us.
“What’s this shit I hear about you letting a man slide his dick into you?” Beth said in a deadly tone.
“I didn’t.” Before I could even finish, Beth snatched her hand out and gripped my chin, forcing my head to look at her.
“Don’t fucking lie to me Babydoll. There are plenty of other bitches out there that I can be with. Did you let him fuck you?”
“No. Nothing happened. He just gave me a ride home. I swear.”
“If I find out that some man has touched you, has fucked or licked that pussy, my pussy, you will live to regret it. Your body belongs to me and me alone. You will do what I tell you to do with it. Including getting parts pierced. Imagine how pissed I was to hear from Martha that you denied me my present after you left me in that cell to rot for five years. You owe me and you owe her for the way you talked to her.”
“I’m sorry.” I forced out. My jaw was killing me with how tight she was holding it. I couldn’t help but wonder if there would be bruising.
Beth released my chin and I was seriously debating how I was going to handle this until I could figure out a way to get out of here. I just had to play nice and wait for when I can make my move.
“You saying it means nothing to us. Showing it though will go a long way.” Martha said into my ear.
“I got a new toy that I have yet to play with. Now is the perfect time. Show us the bedroom.” Beth demanded.
I knew what she wanted. She wanted a threesome between us and this time around, there was no saying no. I’ll I could do was bare with it and wait until I could escape. I stood and they followed me into my bedroom, but I had a feeling it would be mine and Beth’s bedroom from now on. It pissed me off slightly knowing that when I left that Beth would be getting my dream flat, but there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn’t stay here. Once in the bedroom Beth placed her bag down and opened it as she spoke.
I looked over at Martha and she had the biggest grin on her face. She had been trying to get me to sleep with her since the day Beth was in prison and now she was finally getting to. I forced my mind to think of this as being with a client. I wasn’t getting paid for it, but same process when I had a client that I didn’t really want to sleep with.
“If we’re going to party, then let’s party. Do you got anything good baby?” I asked Beth. Getting high wouldn’t hurt right now.
“I picked up some drugs from the gang on the way over. I got some X and Blow. What do you prefer Babydoll?” Beth said with a warm smile, happy that I was going with the flow.
“Both please,” I said sweetly. Beth liked to be in charge and she liked knowing that she was.
Beth grabbed the two bags and she dished out the drugs and made the lines. I easily took the pill and did a couple of the lines, along with Martha and Beth. I knew the drugs would kick in shortly and it would help make all of this better. I removed my clothing and Beth and Martha did the same. I felt better knowing that I was not going to be the only one fully naked. Beth then turned to her back and pulled out a new strap on. This one was a twelve-inch long dildo that was four inches thick around. It was a big dildo and the pleasure that was all over Beth’s face told me she had been dreaming about this for a long time.
“Since you’ve been such a good friend Martha, why don’t you get her ready for me.”
Martha made her way over to me and pushed me as hard as she could back so I fell onto the bed. She then grabbed my ankles in a bruising grip and pulled me closer to the end of the bed before she pushed my legs apart as far as they could go.
“Hold em up and don’t move.” She ordered.
I grabbed my knees and held my legs where she wanted them. Her hands immediately went to my breasts and squeezed them hard, so hard that I gave a groan from the pain.
“I like it when it hurts. Don’t you Beth?” Martha said as she squeezed my nipples as hard as she could.
“Oh ya. I love when you scream out in pain. It makes me so hot. You love it don’t you Babydoll?”
I knew there was only one answer to that question. “Ya baby.”
Martha thankfully let my nipples go, but then she turned her attention to my pussy. She bent down and used her hands to spread me wide open so she could see inside of me. With Beth standing right there watching I felt the exact opposite of turned on. I wanted this to end and I wanted the X to finally kick in so everything would feel good no matter what they did to me.
“So pink and soft. Just how I like it.” Martha said.
She moved in and began to eat me out. Her tongue was rough and even though she was a full-blown lesbian, it seemed like she had no skills at all. I found myself not being able to get wet for her, even with the drugs in my system. It also meant she was getting annoyed and frustrated by it. So I did the only thing I could think of. I closed my eyes and pretend that her tongue was Ryan’s. I forced my mind to remember how amazing he made me feel. How his tongue slid right inside of me and knew how to lick every square inch of me. I could feel myself getting wet and that pleased Martha. I kept thinking about Ryan and how amazing his body felt against mine. How his kisses burned my skin. The more I thought about him, the more turned on I got and all too soon I was cumming. Martha moaned as I came on her tongue and she lapped it all up.
“My turn,” Beth said.
Martha moved away from me and Beth came over. She had the strap on ready to go.
“Turn over. I want your ass in the air and your face in her pussy.” Beth ordered.
I instantly moved, hoping to get this over and done with. Martha got onto the bed and spread her legs easily, while I opened mine like how Beth wanted it and bent down. I started to lick at Martha’s already wet pussy as Beth used all of her strength to spank my ass. I groaned at the pain that instantly shot through me, but it only encouraged her.
“Spank her harder. She’s been a bad girl remember?” Martha said, egging her on.
“Have you been a bad girl?” Beth asked me, as she spanked me once again.
“Yes baby.” I gave a fake moan, knowing that is what she wanted.
“You need to be punished for being a dirty slut,” Beth said, another hard spank and I knew my ass was going to be sore tomorrow.
“Yes, baby. Punish me for being a dirty slut. I’ve let other girls fuck me. I’m cum on their tongues. I need to be punished for being so naughty.”
“Fuck her hard and deep.” Martha moaned.
Beth didn’t waste any more time. She plunged into me in one thrust, tearing me open to make way for the hard dildo. I couldn’t keep in the small scream that escaped my lips from the burning pain that was shooting through me. Beth didn’t care though, she just pulled out and shoved it right back into me. Martha grabbed a chunk of my hair and forced my head back down to her pussy. She kept her grip tight in my hair and made sure to pull it when she wanted me to groan in pain. Beth was no better. Her thrusts were hard and deep, and I was quickly drying up, making it even more painful. So I did what I had just done, I thought about Ryan and how unbelievable he felt inside of me. How hot his dick was buried deep inside of me. How his cum flooded me with this heat. The feel of the skin of his dick was like nothing I had ever felt before and I knew at that moment it would never be the same. I focused on him and everything he made me feel.
It took longer but finally, I was cumming again, pushing Martha over the edge herself. Once she was done pulsing Beth was out of me and I was being flipped over. Beth came and sat down on my face and I instantly began to lick at her pussy. Martha moved as well and shoved three of her fingers inside of me. Her pace was just as brutal as Beth’s had been, but I ignored it and focused on getting Beth to cum so this would be over. With each lick, I brought her closer and when I snaked my hand up and started to rub her clit she was cumming seconds later. She moved once her pulses stopped and then Martha was pulling her fingers free from me and shoving them into my mouth.
“Lick em clean you slut.” She demanded.
I did as I was told and when they were finally pleased with my performance they both laid down onto the bed. This round was over, but I was afraid it wouldn’t be the only time.