Page 4 of Filth: An Erotic Daddy Dom Romance
I guess I wasn’t completely through with pride as I let myself believe, as it was that silent humiliation which kept me hidden in the shadows from letting someone as handsome as Mr. Midnight-the silly nickname I’d made up for him, as I‘d often see him cruise this area around the midnight hour- see me.
His routine never differed. He’d park at the same spot most work nights by the side of the road where a vehicle charging machine was. The smooth jazzy blues playing from inside his car would lower, the door would gently swing open, and I’d watch from my hidden position as Mr. Midnight would step out and stretch his legs a little while charging up his car, before sitting back inside with the door slightly ajar while checking his phone messages.
He secretly was every bit the male specimen my heart desired, as I took in every feature of his rich handsome looks behind my blushing eyes.
Hmm, I wonder if it’s his wife or girlfriend he’s always messaging…perhaps maybe both, I grinned to myself, stupidly feeling jealous over the unknown woman or women who got to indulge such a beautiful man.
Hidden behind the bushes still, I used my fingers to pry apart a few leaves blocking my view so I could better look at him ‘’eew, gross!’’ I hissed when a fugly black spider suddenly scampered its way across my hand.
‘’Hello? Is anyone there?’’
I froze.
Had he seen me?
With my body perfectly still, I peered my eyes again through the bush I was hidden behind to watch him, noticing his eyes looking a little curious as he too peered further out his car, curiously scanning the area around him to hear where the sound had come from.
I didn’t blame him. Even with this being the good part of Seattle, pickpockets and gangbangers still lurked under the cover of night. And with the way he was dressed and in the expensive-looking car he drove, it would certainly make him an attractive ATM target.
I peered down at the time on the cracked screen of my shitty cell phone -a Christmas come early surprise one night, when finding it sitting by the side of the road before anyone else had managed to snag it.
Shit…I had all of nine minutes to get my butt on over to the shelter before they closed their doors for the night, deciding it better to get there and enjoy a night in from out the cold, rather than crouched here with all the spiders bush-stalking a man I’ll never have. And so with my body quietly retreating from the bushes, I hurried my way out of the park making it just in time before the doors to the shelter closed, where I quickly grabbed myself something to eat from what was left of that day's food pot, before the kitchen too shut down for the night.
Alone, warm, and out from the cold, I lay comforted in the miss-patterned quilt the beds here came with, where I with a relaxed sigh gently loosened my hair from out its messy bun, and lay comfortably running my fingers through it with a dreamy smile thinking of my Mr. Midnight….
‘’You’re beautiful Taylor’’ his rich deep voice would say to me.
‘’Thank you’’ my blushing eyes would smile back shyly.
I felt silly concocting a fantasy POV of us together, but why deny any fantasy when in my minds reality it felt so good?
When the streets were quiet, and I was able to perfectly relax my mind and filter my thoughts without the threat of interruption, he secretly was all I could think about…from the silky smooth flow of his perfect swept-back hair, his tall manly physique with broad shoulders that made up his frame in the sexy way in which he carried a suit, to the intoxicating rich cologne that danced the midnight air whenever he cruised by. All of which built the fantasy in my mind of what I considered to be the perfect man.
That night was the closest I’d ever been to him, and while not that close to notice, I was left wondering as I always did what color his eyes were. I imagined blue just like mine, although his would be deepened like the farthest parts of the ocean, but with a soft warmth about them that further tingled my heart. I guess you could say I had a #strangercrush if that’s even a thing, lol. And while my current lifestyle, in reality, shouldn’t favor such fantasies, seeing him night after night was now something I immensely looked forward to, and in a way kind of kept me going.
It had been a while since I’d managed to score a night at the shelter, and with the luxury of pure privacy all mine that night, I willingly let myself get fully immersed in my Mr. Midnight fantasy, as I lightly trailed my fingers down my body, naughtily pushing them deep between the open parting of my thighs…
CHAPTER 3
The one thing you notice over time when living out on the streets is, the ability to accurately remember the faces of people who pass you by. Made sense right? As that pretty much was 90 percent of what our eyes ingested daily….faces, places, and rusted old beggars change.
I’d fine-tuned to memory so many things from that of my surroundings, that if the worst were to happen and the city ever got torn down, my memory alone could act as the blueprint in helping put it back together again. With that said, I knew the importance of staying sharp on the streets, especially as a female with no one and nothing but herself to have her back….and was the reason I now began quickly gathering up my things and stuffing them into my rucksack, when one of those ‘accurately remembered’ faces could be seen watching me from a side corner…
I knew who it was, and with the darkness of night fast approaching, and my having not made enough that day to secure myself another night at the shelter, I certainly didn’t want to find myself suddenly woken with a nasty surprise sometime in the dead of night, that could have been avoided now if I was agile enough and got going.
The face belonged to one of the friends of that Jeremy guy -who even with it being a few years back since my encounter with him- I distinctly remember the guy being one of three sat waiting that day inside his tent for me. I’d see them around every now and then, typically during daytime hours though, or on occasion in passing at the homeless shelter – which to my advantage had great onsite security.
That night however I didn’t like the look in his eyes, which I could still feel burning a hole through me as I hurriedly vacated my position by the Vintage Seattle Boutique, with the intention of snuggling in for the night by an enclosed alleyway just off of Charlotte Street. I remember it having a cozy doorway that stayed warm pretty much all night long, with continuous heat emanating out from the laundry air vent of the hotel beside it.
It unfortunately wasn’t somewhere I could rely on as my typical night base, due to the 24-hour staffing of the hotel. But on occasion I’d risk it, and the memory was always nice.
It was whatever I guess at having to leave early, instead of my usual hanging on a little longer to grace my adorning eyes on Mr. Midnight. I knew I’d see him again though, or at least I hoped I would, but right now safety of the street came first.
I knew a quick short-cut through to Charlotte Street that was only a three-block walk away from Madison Square, and so with one last look around me, I hurriedly made my way toward the elegant-looking park and pretty buildings, confident in my mind that if I hurried enough, I could also grab something yummy to eat from out the hotels after dinner waste dispenser, a little further down the alley of Charlotte Street.
As usual, my fascinated eyes couldn’t help but soak in the warm decor of pretty homes around me as I walked. It was as if they each bloomed their own flow of after-hour magic, as walking by them always tingled an excited feeling inside me. I knew I’d never get to step foot inside a home so beautiful, but in my world, just walking by them provided a warm feeling of belonging.
I promised myself never to get overly emotional whenever I was feeling particularly down, that emotion alone had a unique way of breaking even the strongest of souls, sometimes to the point of no return. It was easier said than done of course, but somehow I’d learned to live with it. And in doing so, had bettered myself at a lot of things I never thought I would, or even could…this won’t be forever Taylor. Sometime in the future with the dollar a day you’ve been secretly piggy-banking away for yourself, it will finally all accumulate to pay for the one month’s room rent plus deposit you’ve been saving for…I consoled myself, which secretly was what I’d been working towards when on the streets begging for change.
