“Strip.”
I offered him a shy smile, but I didn’t resist.
I stepped back from him and reached down for the hem of my dress, dragging it up my body before pulling it free to reveal that I was completely naked underneath.
“Fuck.” I heard a choked cough from across the room, but I kept my eyes on the prize.
“You want my dick in your mouth, little whore?” Marty asked, a nasty edge to his tone now that he thought he had all the control.
What a poor, misguided little man.
Aside from the lovely GHB beginning to make itself known, thanks to his very own man, the special Viagra with a little extra something added to its chemical compound, swapped out with his regular prescription by my girl Lollie, would be starting to affect him too.
I swayed a little, wanting the goons to think the drugs were starting to work on me. It’s always nice when people don’t see me as a threat.
“I don’t, I don’t…” I held my hand to my head and tried to look confused for a second as Marty opened his belt and shoved his pants down far enough for his dick to spring free.
I wonder how long he’ll stay hard, but I guess we’ll find out.
“Oh, I’ll suck you, but first I gotta fuck you. I ache so bad.” I giggled again, the noise annoying to even my ears.
I straddled him before he could protest and rubbed my pussy over his cock.
“Do you have a condom? I’m really fertile right now.”
He growled, shoving his hand between his legs and lining us up before pushing inside me.
“Oh,” I gasped, fighting back a yawn.
He’s lucky we ran a full screening on him, or I’d be cutting it off and brushing his teeth with it right now.
The implant takes care of pregnancy, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“But I could get pregnant.” I gasped, grinding down on him.
“I’ll pull out.” He grunted, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts.
He turned and squeezed them, either checking to see if they were real or perhaps attempting to tune in a radio station because he sure as hell wasn’t looking to give me pleasure.
Lucky for him, I’m easy to please. By that, I mean I get off on power, and knowing that I’m about to flip the switch has my pussy spasming around him.
“You like my dick, little girl?”
I throw my head back and moan like a porn star. Damn, Lollie would be proud. Porn is, after all, how she made her fortune.
“Oh, you feel so big inside me. I…I didn’t know it could feel like this,” I gasp, keeping my eyes averted so he doesn’t see me roll them.
His hands tighten on my hips as I speed up my movements. I look down at him, his face turning a deep purple.
I see the second his panic sets in. When he realizes his racing heart and shortness of breath aren’t because of my tight pussy milking his medically hard cock dry. The irony isn’t lost on me that the more he struggles to breathe, the harder his dick gets.
I reach down and strum my fingers over my clit, moving faster. If I’m going to all this effort, you’d better believe I’m getting an orgasm out of it.
He grunts, trying to signal his men. But I throw my head back and scream, reaching forward and gripping his hair and pulling his head to my chest.
His body tenses and shudders as I come, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as I dip my head and brush my lips over his.
“Julie sends her regards, Marty. Thanks for the orgasm.” I lift off his still-hard dick, even though I’m curious to see if he’ll come before he croaks. Maybe next time when I don’t have an audience.
“John? John!” I scream, channeling every horror flick chick ever written.
“Oh my God, I think he’s having a heart attack.”
I throw myself off his lap as goons one and two storm over.
“I think I’m going to throw up.” Hand to mouth, I run to the far side of the room as they deal with their boss, who right now can just about manage to blink and make a fish expression with his mouth.
“What the fuck happened?” one of them yells at me, so I start crying big Oscar-winning sobs.
“He was just fucking me and then he grabbed his chest.”
“Shit. Call an ambulance. Get rid of her first.”
“Wait, I can just go up to my dad’s office and pretend I never met you all. He’ll kill me if he finds out and I don’t want to think about what he’d do to you. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”
“Your father?” Goon one looks at me and frowns.
“Marcus Dean. He owns this place.”
I swear I can see the color drain out of his face.
“Fuck off. His kid is like fourteen.”
I huff. “I’m fifteen, actually. Today’s my birthday.” It’s a lie. I’m twenty and my daddy is long dead.
And now goon two looks as pale as the first.
The room goes deadly silent for a moment as I wait to see which they will choose, fight or flight.
I sway a little again and grip the wall, reminding them of what they did to me or think they did to me.
Goon one seems to be the smarter of the two.
“I’m not getting fucked-up for this. Not for some sick fuck who’ll get off lightly by dying.”
“Jerry!” the other one calls out.
“No, fuck that, Denny. Let him die, and then we’ll call it in. People his age have heart attacks all the time.” He turns back to me.
“You get your slutty ass out of here and keep your mouth shut. If you ever mention this again, I don’t care who your father is, I’ll cut your head off.”
“I won’t say anything,” I slur and grip the wall harder.
“I’m just gonna go.” I use the wall to guide me, keeping my eye on them both as I make my way to the door.
“Hey,” Goon one bends and picks up my dress, rolls it up, and throws it at me.
“Get this on, then get the fuck out of here.”
I let it fall by my feet and wobble as I slip into it. Acting drunk is not as easy as you’d think.
I turn on a few more tears, just because I can, and lift my head, looking forlorn.
“You won’t tell my dad, will you?”
“You keep our secret, we’ll keep yours.”
I nod and shuffle out the door, keeping my head down even though the corridor is deserted.
There are no cameras back here, so I slip into the room at the far end, the red light above the door letting me know it’s in use.
“And the Oscar goes to…” I take a bow as Lollie snickers at me.