Room 24: Theirs to Humiliate, Theirs to Pleasure

“Just warming her up for you.”

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he takes me by the back of my head and shoves me down. Hard. Until his short pubes are rubbing against my nose and his dick is pressed against my cheek. I suck in what air I can, but it’s not enough, and I can’t pick my head up with him holding me down.

“Time to stop fucking around.” He lifts my head just enough to position himself against my mouth. “You want your money, slut? You’re going to earn it.”

He jams his way past my lips, plunging in all at once, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. My nose is buried in his pubes, and I can’t breathe. I’m going to suffocate here. I bat at his thighs with both hands, but all that gets me is a round of knowing nasty laughter.

This is what they want. What they all want.

I can’t do this. I don’t know them, I don’t trust them, and I need this to be over now.

The second he eases up, and I can take a breath, I turn my face away from his crotch. “Red!” I blurt out. “Red, red, red!”

“Ah, shit.” He lets go, and I yank off my blindfold with a shaking hand.

I guess that’s it. I just blew my only chance at a future.