Deceit: Volume II

By E. Symone

Chanel's whole world has been shaken up, but will Chanel's instinct for survival be enough? With her evolving into a young woman and trying to make the best of the cards presented to her, she gets a taste of hope. She has endured more than the average teenager whi

• Language: English
• Publisher: E. Symone
• Release date: Jan 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869149138

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Chapter 1

What’s Poppin?

Looking at the roaches scatter from corner to corner as I cut the light on in this grungy sewage-smelling bathroom makes my stomach churn. Even though I am at this motel inn, I sit back and still feel blessed to be here. With the little money that I do have, I managed not to spend much on my Uber and buy one night in this motel. To even get this motel room, I was praying that my ID would not get checked so I could at least have somewhere to stay to sort out my thoughts. Luckily the hotel manager was a weird ass, filthy-looking perv, and he was so occupied with checking me out that he wasn’t worried about my ID and just gave me my key and took the money. I did notice that he was trying to look down my shirt, which made me uncomfortable, but as usual, I was in survival mode. And what I mean by that is I didn’t curse his ass out, but he did tell me that he was ordering from a restaurant called Lee’s Soul Food on Crenshaw off of door dash. I’m assuming he was trying to start a conversation, and I actually acted nice and took him up on that offer. He said he would call my room phone and let me know when the food arrived. Remind me to double lock my door and put a chair up to that motherfucker when it is time to go to bed. I don’t need him trying to get his payment in ass when it’s time to go to sleep!

While I sat back and watched the show dateline on the 19-inch TV, I got a call from the front office. It’s Mr. Perverted ass letting me know the food has arrived. I proceed to tell him I will be right down (I sure the hell ain’t letting him drop the shit off in my room. His ass might try to come in). I walked outside the outdated motel and down the stairs tainted with filth down to the front office.

I was greeted by a receptionist on TikTok with his feet kicked up in front of a tarnished gray, supposed to be white window air condition unit.

Where yo boss at? I say in a strong tone. I need to show them I am about business and not one of these dumb-ass prostitutes that be lingering around motels like this.

The receptionist pointed toward the back office without looking up. I walked in the back, and as I walked in, the manager was also distracted by something on his phone. Looks good to me; I can just get my food and dip. As I reached the end of his desk, I was interrupted by him grabbing my hand in a fake, friendly way. Why don’t you stay down here and eat with me? We can get to know one another. He exclaimed with a grimaced smile. I’m good; I have some other shit to do, but thank you for the offer. Any smile or hint of hope he had in his body left in an instant. I grabbed the food and my drink and walked out with a little pep in my step. Before I got out the door, he shouted in a dry tone, Checkout is at 11! Bet nigga like I didn’t already know.

Let me just enjoy this one night that I have in this motel; I don’t know what I will do for the rest of this school year. Do I hit my mama back up? Or go to a homeless shelter? My life is all fucked up, and I don’t know what is next. I need to find me a rich nigga or crack down on this scamming shit because clearly, all I got is me. At this point fuck school and everything. I need a game plan on how to survive. Hell, there's only so much that I can do!

I lay down in the full-size red paisley-printed bed and scroll on Instagram, thinking about everything I need to do. Then I got a text from Lynn. Hey girl, how is everything going? We all haven’t been able to hang out lately.

I’m not in too much of a mood to respond to Lynn with some small talk. I will have to respond to her when my mind is in a clearer space. I shuffle through my duffle bag beside my bed to retrieve my pink rose vibrator.

This will get the job done and release some stress, I say in my head. I know I won’t get the D for a while since Devion won’t be around, and I refuse to give myself to anyone. I click my toy twice while easing myself back on my pillow and propping one of my legs on a pillow beside me to try to set the mood. Placing the vibrating rose toy on my clitoris; my body instantly clenches with pleasure as my head tilts further back while biting my lower lip. It doesn’t take me long when it comes to this toy. What feels like only a minute has passed, and my body starts to jerk with pleasure as my climax comes and goes. I get up, clean my toy, and use the restroom to finish this. Regardless of all of this bullshit tonight, I will have a good sleep, and I’ll just text Lynn in the morning.

Chapter 2

Caught a Lick

A year has passed since I moved in with Lynn, and when I tell you we have been having a time. This summer, going into my senior year of high school, will be one for the books. But back to us. Lawd! We have been having a great time! She came in at a time