Chapter 4: Climax
The neon lights of Charlie's blurred into a hazy smear as I stumbled out of the club, my heels clicking against the cracked pavement. The night air was cool and damp, a stark contrast to the sweaty, claustrophobic atmosphere inside. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head, but the stench of cheap perfume and stale smoke clung to my skin, a lingering reminder of where I'd been.
I fished my phone out of my bag, squinting at the screen as I scrolled through my contacts. I found David's name and hesitated, my thumb hovering over the call button.
I knew I shouldn't, that it would only make things worse, but I couldn't stop myself. I needed to hear his voice, needed to know if there was still a chance for us, despite everything that had happened.
The phone rang, and I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. On the third ring, he answered.
"Hello?" His voice was groggy, as if I'd woken him up. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing I'd disturbed him.
"David," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It's me, Aresa."
There was a pause, a long, heavy silence that stretched out between us. I could hear the rustle of sheets, the sound of him shifting in bed. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breath coming in shallow gasps.
"Aresa," he said finally, his voice laced with a mixture of relief and anger. "What the fuck are you doing calling me at... what time is it?"
I looked at my phone, the glowing numbers blurring into a smear. "It's almost three in the morning," I said, my voice thick with exhaustion and guilt.
"Fuck, Aresa.
Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?" David's voice was a low rumble, laced with frustration and sleep.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. "I'm sorry, David. I needed to hear your voice. I needed to know if... if there's still a chance for us."
There was another pause, and I could hear the sound of him rubbing his temple, as if he were trying to make sense of all this. "Aresa, I don't know what to say. I saw you, what you were doing. It fucking hurt, you know that?
Every word, every moment of silence, it cut like a knife. I could picture him there, rubbing his temples, trying to make sense of the girl he thought he knew, the girl who turned out to be a fucking stranger.
"It's not what it looks like, David," I pleaded, my voice cracking with emotion. "I needed the money. I'm drowning here, and I... I didn't know what else to do."
He sighed, a heavy, ragged sound that spoke volumes. "Aresa, I get it, okay? I get that you're struggling. This isn't the answer.
No matter how many times I repeat it, it falls on deaf ears. The line between desperation and degradation is paper-thin, and I've been dancing on that line for weeks now.
"You don't understand, David," I say, my voice trembling. "I'm drowning here. I need the money. I can't just... I can't just quit school and get a full-time job. I'm falling behind, and I'm not sure what to do."
There's a long pause on the other end of the line.
I can hear David's breathing, slow and steady, like he's trying to collect his thoughts. "I do understand, Aresa. But this... this isn't you. This isn't who you are."
I laugh, a bitter, hollow sound that echoes through the empty streets. "Who am I, David? Because I sure as hell don't know anymore. I thought I did, but... but I was wrong. I'm not this innocent college kid anymore. I'm not the girl you fell in love with, the one who had dreams and aspirations. I'm a fucking stripper, David.
That's who I am now. Or at least, that's what I do now. I dance for strangers, let them stick their sweaty bills to my sweaty skin. I grind and twerk and pole dance, all for the almighty dollar. Is that what you want to hear? Is that what you need to understand?
David sighs on the other end of the line, his voice heavy with emotion. "Aresa, I'm not judging you. I want you to see that there are other ways. Other paths you can take."
I scoff, my grip tightening on the phone. "Other paths? Like what, David?
Like I should go crawling back to my shitty part-time job, barely making enough to cover my rent? Or maybe I should just drop out of school, become a full-time barista, and drown in debt until I'm old and gray? Is that what you fucking want, David? Because I sure as hell don't see any other options here.
There's a long silence on the other end of the line, and I can feel the tension like a physical thing, stretching between us, thin and taut.
"Aresa... I just want you to be safe. To be happy. I don't want to see you...
I don't want to see you turn into something you're not. Something you'll regret later." David's voice was soft, but I could hear the emotion behind it. The concern, the fear, the love. It cut through me like a knife.
I closed my eyes, tears stinging the corners. I couldn't bear to hear the disappointment in his voice, the worry. Not from him. Not when I'd already let everyone else down.
"I'm already there, David," I whispered, the words choking me. "I'm already that girl. I just needed someone to... to see me. Fuck! “. I hung up on him in tears. I couldn’t bear to hear his voice any longer, not with the weight of his disappointment and my own self-loathing hanging heavy. I just wanted to feel something other than this awful, churning mix of shame and desperation.
I stumbled back to my apartment, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I couldn’t believe how far I’d fallen, how much I’d changed. I didn’t recognize the person I’d become, and I wasn’t sure I even liked her.
I stumbled into my apartment, the door slamming behind me as I kicked off my heels and let them skid across the cheap laminate flooring. I collapsed onto the couch, my head spinning with a mix of whiskey, exhaustion, and self-doubt.
I reached for the bottle of cheap vodka on the coffee table, taking a long swig straight from the bottle. The burn helped to numb the ache in my chest, but it did nothing to soothe the storm raging in my mind. I was drowning in debt, and the only lifeline I’d found was a job that felt like a noose tightening around my neck.
I hated it, but I needed it. I couldn’t see any other way out.
I looked at the crumpled pile of bills on my coffee table. The sight of them sent a wave of nausea crashing over me. My phone rang, jarring me from my miserable thoughts. I picked it up, hoping it was Emily, but the caller ID showed an unknown number. I hesitated, then reluctantly answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Aresa. It’s Charlie.”
I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Hey, Charlie. What’s up?”
“I got a guy coming in from out of town tonight. Big spender.
VIP all night. Three grand if you make him happy."
Three grand? My heart leapt into my throat. Three grand could cover the rest of my tuition for the semester. I could pay off my loans, catch up on my rent, and still have money left over for books and food. It was too good to be true.
"Charlie, I... I don't know. This sounds really shady." I tried to play it cool, but my voice betrayed me, tight with nerves and desperation.
Charlie chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "Shady, huh?
Baby, everything about this business is shady. But I know you can handle it. You've got what it takes." Charlie's voice was smooth, like honey, but I could hear the underlying threat. He wanted me to say yes, and he wasn't above using guilt or fear to get me there.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "Okay, Charlie. What do I need to do?"
He chuckled again, and I could practically see him rubbing his hands together with glee. "Just be yourself, Aresa. Be the girl I know you can be.
Now, get your ass over here. I'll introduce you."
I hesitated, the weight of Charlie's words settling over me like a shroud. Three grand was a lot, but what was I getting myself into? I pushed the thought aside, reminding myself that this was my only option. I had to do this.
I walked towards Charlie, my heels clicking against the polished floor. He led me to a secluded booth in the back of the VIP club area, the kind that was reserved for the high-rollers. A man sat alone, nursing a glass of expensive-looking scotch.
He looked to be in his 50s. Sophisticated. Thin.
This guy was in his 50s, with short graying hair and piercing blue eyes, like a shark sizing up its prey. He looked sophisticated, like he was used to getting what he wanted.
Charlie clapped him on the back, grinning like a hyena. "Mr. Thompson, this is Aresa. She's the girl I told you about."
Mr. Thompson stood and extended a hand, his grip cool and firm. "Nice to meet you, Aresa. Call me Robert."
I forced a smile, feeling like a piece of meat being passed around.
"Nice to meet you, Robert."
Charlie nodded at me, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and warning. "She's all yours, Robert. I'll leave you two to... get acquainted." He walked away, leaving me alone with this stranger.
Robert took his seat again, his eyes never leaving mine. He took a sip of his scotch, his gaze sweeping over me like a physical touch. I shivered, trying to maintain my composure.
"So, Aresa," he said, his voice low and smooth.
"Charlie tells me you're new here. How long have you been dancing?"
I forced a smile, my stomach churning with nerves and unease. "Not long," I admitted. "I'm still learning the ropes."
Robert leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's a shame," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Because you're absolutely captivating. I can see why Charlie wanted me to meet you."
I felt a flush of heat spread across my cheeks, and I looked away, trying to hide my discomfort. "Thank you," I murmured.
"Have you been to Charlie's before?"
Robert smiled, taking another sip of his scotch. "No, but I've heard it's the best in the city. Charlie doesn't disappoint."
I felt a prickle of unease, like I was being sized up for something more than just a dance. Robert's gaze was intense, almost predatory, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in way over my head.
"Turn around for me."
Robert's voice was a low command, and I found myself complying without thinking. I turned slowly, my body stiff and unyielding. I could feel his eyes on me, roaming over my body like a physical touch. I felt naked, exposed, and I wrapped my arms around myself in a vain attempt to create some barrier between us.
"Let me see you," he said, his voice soft but demanding. But I knew better than to refuse him. I knew the consequences all too well.
Slowly, I lifted my arms, dropping them to my sides.
I could feel the cool air of the VIP section on my exposed skin, the goosebumps rising on my flesh like a trail of tiny, eager footsteps. I kept my eyes downcast, avoiding the intense gaze that I knew was burning into me.
Robert didn't say anything for a moment, and the silence became unbearable. I could hear the soft clink of his glass as he set it down on the table, the low hum of conversation from the other patrons, and the distant, pounding beat of the music from the main stage. But all of that faded into the background, swallowed by the weight of his scrutiny.
Finally, he spoke.
"You're even more stunning than I imagined, Aresa." His voice was like velvet, smooth and inviting, but something about it set my teeth on edge. "Turn back around and let me see your face."
I forced a smile, turning slowly to face him. My mouth was dry, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but I could feel the anxiety radiating off me like heat.
Robert was still smiling, but his eyes had a hard, appraising look. Like he was sizing up a piece of meat at the butcher's shop. "You're nervous," he observed, his eyebrows rising slightly.
"Is this your first time doing something like this?"
I hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, it is."
Robert's smile widened, and he leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving mine. "Well, don't worry, dear. I'm an expert at making sure my girls feel... comfortable. Safe."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and not in a good way. There was something about the way he said 'safe' that made me feel anything but. I forced a smile, trying to hide my discomfort.
"That's good to know," I said, my voice tight.
Charlie came back over, "Well Robert, what is your verdict?" Robert pointed at me, "This one is exceptional. She's got the look, the moves, and the right attitude. She'll do fine."
Charlie nodded, "Great, I'll have her ready for you in about ten minutes."
I felt a lump forming in my throat. I didn't want to do this. This was too much. I started to say something, but Robert cut me off.
"Don't worry, dear," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Everything will be fine.
"Okay, your gonna do a few drinks and then go for a ride in Mr. Thompson's limo." Said Charlie.
We did a few shots and a vodka tonic. Then we got up and went outside.
He gave me a wink and a shove towards the limo parked outside. I stumbled out of the club, the cool night air hitting my skin like a shock. The limo was idling at the curb, black and sleek with tinted windows. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. This was my only way out, I reminded myself. This was how I was going to pay off my debt, save my scholarship, and get my life back on track.
I took another deep breath and walked towards the limo, my heels clicking against the pavement. The driver stepped out and opened the door for me, his face impassive. He looked like a professional, someone who’d seen it all. I wondered how many girls he’d seen get into this car, how many promises he’d heard, and how many he’d seen broken.
The inside of the limo was dark and luxurious, all leather and chrome. I sat down on the soft seat, the cold leather sticking to my bare skin. I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself, feeling naked and exposed despite the thin silk robe I was wearing.
The driver closed the door behind me, and suddenly, it was just the two of us. The engine purred to life, and we pulled away from the curb, the nighttime cityscape blurring past the tinted windows.
"Want a drink?" Robert offered, pouring a glass of champagne from a chilled bottle nestled in an ice bucket. I nodded, taking the glass from him, my hands trembling slightly. I took a sip, the cold bubbles tickling my throat, helping to steady my nerves.
"So, Aresa," Robert said, his voice low and smooth, like he was trying to put me at ease.
"Tell me about yourself."
I sipped my champagne, buying time to think. I didn't want to give him too much, but I also didn't want to seem uncooperative. "Not much to tell, really," I said, settling on a safe answer. "I'm a college student, studying business. Trying to make ends meet, you know?"
Robert nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I see. And how do you like it so far? The dancing, I mean."
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "It's a job, you know? It pays the bills.
What else can I say?" I tried to keep my voice light, but there was an edge to it that I couldn't quite hide.
Robert nodded again, his eyes roaming over me like he was trying to memorize every detail of my face. "I bet it does. You're a natural, Aresa. You should consider making a career out of it."
I forced a laugh, but it sounded hollow, even to my own ears. "Yeah, right. It's just a means to an end. I've got bigger dreams than this."
Robert's gaze intensified, as if he could see right through me.
"Bigger dreams, huh? Like what? Tell me, Aresa."
His voice held a hint of challenge, like a dare. I hesitated, unsure of how much to share. But something in his eyes made me want to prove myself to him, to show him that I was more than just a pretty face and a body.
"I want to finish my degree," I said, my voice steadying with resolve. "I want to start my own business, something that can make a real difference in people's lives.
"That's sexy" he said.
"Ambitious, too. I like that."
I felt a flush of warmth at the compliment, but I quickly reminded myself that this man was a stranger, and I was in a limo with him, heading who-knows-where. I needed to keep my wits about me.
"Thanks," I said, taking another sip of champagne. "So, what about you? What do you do, Robert?"
He smiled, his eyes reflecting the city lights outside the tinted windows. "I'm an investor," he said.
"I make things happen. I find people with vision, with drive, and I give them the tools they need to succeed."
He smiled at me, and for a moment, I believed him. I believed that he was some kind of benefactor, that he saw something in me worth investing in. But then I remembered where I was, what I was doing, and the fantasy shattered.
"That's... that's great," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I took another sip of champagne, trying to hide the tremor in my hand.
Robert reached out and took the glass from me, setting it down on the small table between us.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"I want to know where we're going."
Robert smiled, his eyes gleaming in the dim light of the limo. "Patience, dear. All will be revealed in due time. For now, just enjoy the ride." He poured more champagne into his glass and mine, handing it back to me. I took a hesitant sip, the bubbles fizzing on my tongue.
As we drove, the cityscape blurred past us, a whirl of neon lights and towering skyscrapers. The champagne started to work its magic, loosening my limbs and fuzzing the edges of my thoughts.
He opened up a pill box. "Here baby, do a molly."
Robert's voice cut through my haze, and I looked up to see him holding a small, blue pill between his thumb and forefinger.
I hesitated, my gaze flicking from the pill to his face. "What is it?"
He chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "Don't worry, it's just MDMA. It'll make you feel good. Loosen you up."
I took the pill from him, my fingers brushing against his. He was warm, his touch reassuring. I popped the pill into my mouth and chased it with a sip of champagne.
Robert watched me, his eyes never leaving mine.
"See, wasn't that easy?" he said, his voice like velvet. "Now, just relax and let the music take you away." He put on some music, a slow, sultry beat that made my heart pound in my chest. I felt the champagne and the pill working their way into my system, a warm, tingling sensation spreading through my body.
The limo was moving, but I couldn't tell where we were going. The city lights were blurring into a stream of colors, and the music was pulsing in my ears, in my veins. I felt like I was floating, detached from my body.
The music was all around me, inside me, vibrating through every cell. Robert was talking, but his voice was distant, echoing like he was shouting from the other end of a tunnel. I tried to focus on him, on what he was saying, but it was like trying to grab smoke.
"Aresa," he said, his hand on my leg, squeezing gently. "You're doing great. Just let go, okay? Let yourself feel it."
I nodded, or at least I thought I did. My limbs were heavy, my head swimmy. The lights outside the window were streaking, blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors.
We entered a parking garage and got out to a direct elevator that went to the 21st floor. There we entered his huge four bedroom condo.
Large fish tanks filled with exotic fish lined the walls. The walls were adorned with expensive artwork and there were state-of-the-art sound systems throughout the whole condo. I tried to take it all in, but the MDMA was clouding my perception. Robert led me to his bedroom, and I felt a jolt of panic. I wasn't ready for this. I didn't want this.
"Robert, I... I don't know if I can do this," I stammered, my words slurring together.
Robert turned to face me, his eyes burning into mine. "What do you mean, Aresa? You took the pill.
It's too late to back out now.
Robert's eyes narrowed, his voice a low growl. "You agreed to this, Aresa. You took the money. You took the pill."
He was right. I did this. I took the money, I took the pill, and now I had to see it through. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.
"I know," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, I just... I didn't realize how... intense this would be."
Robert's gaze softened, just a fraction. "It's alright, baby.
I won't hurt you." Robert's voice was like silk, but I knew the monster that lurked beneath. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen with fear.
Robert stepped closer, his hands on my hips, pulling me towards him. I could feel his breath on my face, hot and heavy with desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. I tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong.
"Please, don't..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. But Robert was relentless. He deepened the kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.
"Relax!" His voice was stern, a command more than a request. I sagged against him, my body limp with resignation. He was right; I'd made my bed, and now I had to lie in it.
Robert's lips were firm and insistent. He tasted like expensive scotch and cigars. I tried to close my eyes, to block out the room around me, the fish tanks and the expensive art. I tried to pretend it was someone else's mouth on mine, someone I cared about. Someone I... loved.
David.
His name echoed through my mind like a mantra.
I clung to it, letting it anchor me in the storm of sensation that was overwhelming my body. Robert’s hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of my skin, leaving a trail of fire and desire in their wake. I tried to focus on something—anything—other than the sheer intensity of the moment, but it was impossible. My thoughts swirled and tangled like the neon lights that streaked past the window of the limo, a blur of colors and shapes that meant nothing.
Robert’s hands moved to the clasp of my robe, his fingers deftly undoing the knot that held it together.
The silk fell away, pooling at my feet, leaving me standing before him in nothing but a flimsy thong. I felt a shiver of humiliation and fear, but the MDMA was doing its job, fuzzing the edges and softening the blows.
"You're fucking sexy, Aresa," Robert murmured, his voice low and husky as he ran his hands over my body, like he was testing the texture of fine silk. "God damn, you are fucking perfect."
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sight of him, the feel of his hands on my skin. I needed to find some escape, some place in my mind where this wasn't happening.
He unzipped his pants. His hard cock sprang free.
I could feel it, hot and insistent against my leg, and my stomach churned with revulsion. I willed myself to close my eyes, to block out the sight of him, but my body betrayed me, trembling with a mix of fear and humiliation.
Robert's hands were rough, his fingers digging into my flesh as he guided me to the bed. I stumbled, my legs like rubber, and he caught me, his grip like a vice. He pushed me down onto the mattress, and I lay there, looking up at the ceiling, my breath coming in shallow gasps.
"Please, Robert," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He gripped my head and shoved his cock at my mouth, "Suck it!" he ordered. I tried to resist, to turn my head away, but his grasp was unyielding.
"Please, Robert," I begged, tears stinging my eyes. "I can't... I can't do this."
My pleas fell on deaf ears. He forced my lips around his length, and I gagged as he thrust deeper. I tried to push him away, but he held me in place, his grip like iron.
"Swallow it, you little bitch. Take it all." His harsh words cut through me, and I felt a fresh wave of tears.
The acrid taste of him filled my mouth, and I struggled to breathe.
Panic gripped me as I fought for precious breaths between his aggressive thrusts. His grip was unyielding, each movement of his hips forcing me to take more of him. I gagged again, my body convulsing as I tried to escape. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. I was drowning, both literally and metaphorically.
"Please, Robert," I begged again, my voice muffled and choked. "Please, stop."
He didn't. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, using it to control my head as he continued to fuck my mouth.
"Bitch, I didn't pay good money to see you look pretty. You're gonna fuck and suck like a good little whore" he hissed, his grip tightening in my hair.
I tried to scream, but it came out as a muffled whimper, my nose pressed against his pelvis. I struggled, bucking and flailing, desperate to escape his grasp, but he was too strong. I clawed at his thighs, my nails digging into his flesh, drawing blood. He hissed in pain, but his grip never loosened. If anything, it tightened.
"You're just like all the others, aren't you?" he growled, his voice laced with venom. "Thinking you can get away with it.
Thinking you're better than this."
He pulled out, his cock glistening with my saliva. He slapped me across the face, hard. The pain was instant, a sharp sting that made my eyes water. I tasted blood in my mouth. I was sobbing now, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"You're nothing, Aresa. Just a fucking whore like all the rest. You think you're fuckin' special? You think you're different?" He spat in my face, the warm, sour liquid dripping down my cheek. "You little fuck pig" he sneered. I felt a surge of anger, mixed with fear and humiliation. I tried to fight back, tried to kick him, but he was too strong. He held me down, his weight crushing me. I could taste the salt of my own tears, mixed with the taste of his spit. I felt dirty, defiled.
His fingers plundered my vagina, his thumb rubbing my clit.
I tried to focus, to block him out, but the MDMA made my body respond against my will. My hips lifted off the bed to meet his hand, a betrayal of my own body. I hated myself for reacting to him, for giving him even an ounce of satisfaction.
Robert grinned, his eyes wild with lust and power. "See, Aresa? You can't deny what you want."
I turned my head away, tears streaming down my face. I hated him. I hated myself. I hated this whole fucking situation.
He moved his hand away, and I felt a moment of relief. But it was short-lived.
Robert moved to straddle me, his weight pinning me to the mattress. I could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against my thigh. I tensed, bracing myself for what was to come.
"Please, Robert," I begged again, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, don't do this. I can't..."
He didn't respond, just gripped my hips and pulled me closer. I could feel his cock against my entrance, and I tried to clench my muscles, to keep him out. But he was too strong, too determined.
"Shut up, you want it and you know it."
He pushed, and his cock slid inside me. "Oh, nice wet pussy. You do like me?" He said, with sarcasm.
"You're tight, Aresa. You like that?."
I tried to push him off, but he was too heavy, his weight crushing me. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, my body shaking with sobs. I wanted this to end, wanted him off me, but he was relentless, his hips moving in a brutal, punishing rhythm.
"Please stop," I whimpered, my voice hoarse from crying. But he just grunted, his grip on my hips tightening until it hurt.
I tried to block it out, to dissociate from the pain and the humiliation.
I focused on my breath, on the rhythm of his thrusts, counting them like a mantra. One, two, three... I didn't know how many times I'd been counting when I felt a sudden warmth spread through my body. My muscles tensed, my back arched, and a scream tore from my throat. I was cumming. I was fucking cumming while this monster was inside me. The betrayal of my own body cut deep, and I sobbed with shame and self-loathing.
Robert grunted, his pace quickening, and he came with a final, violent thrust.
I felt his hot release inside me, a violation that made my stomach turn. He collapsed on top of me, his weight crushing, his breath coming in heaving gasps. My body felt like a battlefield, bruised and battered, the enemy's flag planted firmly within me.
"Fuck," he panted, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're a goddamn saint, Aresa. The best yet."
I lay there, tears streaming down my face, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my unwanted orgasm. I wanted to scream, to kick him off me, but I had no strength left. I was spent, broken.
Robert rolled off me, and I curled into a fetal position, my body aching and my soul shattered. I could taste the salt of my tears, could feel the sticky warmth of him still inside me. I wanted to scream, to claw at him, to make him pay for what he'd done to me. But I was too exhausted, too defeated.
Robert lit a cigarette, the harsh smell of tobacco filling the room. I could hear him on the phone, his voice low and satisfied. "Yeah, she's a keeper. Send her my way again, will you? I'll make it worth your while."
Robert's voice was a low growl, and I felt a fresh wave of dread.
I knew what he was about to ask, what he wanted. And I knew that I couldn't refuse. Not after what he'd done to me. "Wh-what do you want?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Get over here and let me see that ass of yours."
Robert's voice was like a whip, cutting through the haze of my MDMA-induced stupor. My body shook with a combination of fear, humiliation, and a lingering ache from his earlier assault. I didn't want to move, to do what he asked, but my body was on autopilot, obeying his command.
I stood up, my knees wobbling, and turned to face him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his cock already hard and ready again.
"Next time I see you, I wanna fuck that ass of yours. So get a butt plug, some lube, and get it ready for me. Now suck my dick while I watch TV."
He pointed to the giant flat screen on the wall. It was playing some kind of porno, a woman on her knees, taking a guy's cock deep into her throat. "We're going to do this together."
I hesitated, my body trembling with revulsion and humiliation. I dropped to my knees on the plush carpet, the fibers digging into my skin. I leaned in, taking his cock into my mouth once more. He tasted bitter, like ashes and poison.
I gagged again, my body convulsing as I tried to force him out.
His cock was thick, and I could barely take more than a few inches before my gag reflex kicked in. I tried to relax, to breathe through my nose, but the smell of him was overpowering, a mix of sweat and sex that made me want to retch.
Robert noticed my struggle and chuckled. "Come on, you can do better than that," he said, gripping my hair tighter and forcing me to take more of him. "Open your goddamn throat and suck like a good little whore."
His words sent a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over me, but I tried to block it out, to focus on the task at hand.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come, and forced myself to relax my throat. I felt his cock slide deeper, the head of it bumping against the back of my throat. I gagged again, but this time I didn't push him away. Instead, I breathed through my nose and tried to swallow around him, relaxing my throat and allowing him to slip deeper still.
"That's it, you fucking little slut," Robert said, his voice thick with lust.
He laughed at something on the TV, while I sucked away.
The porn playing in the background was a raunchy gangbang scene, with a woman moaning and grunting as multiple men used her body.
“What do you think baby? That could be you. Bang bang girl.” Robert chuckled as he watched the porn, his eyes never leaving the TV. “Fuck, that’s hot, ain’t it, Aresa? You think you can handle something like that? You think you can take multiple cocks like her?”
My body felt numb, the MDMA making it hard to feel anything but the raw, mechanical act of what I was doing. I didn’t want to think about what he was saying, about what he was asking me.
All I wanted was for this to be over, for him to finish so I could get the fuck out of here. But I couldn’t stop the images from flashing through my mind – images of myself, surrounded by strangers, their hands and mouths all over me. The thought made me want to retch, but I had to keep sucking, had to keep my mouth busy so he wouldn’t notice my distress.
Robert was getting louder, more animated as the porn played out. He was breathing heavier, his grip on my hair tightening as he fucked my mouth with renewed vigor. I could feel his cock swelling, could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge.
I braced myself, knowing what was coming. But I couldn't prepare myself for the force of it.
Robert grunted, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing in my mouth. I tried to swallow, but some of it spilled out, dribbling down my chin and dripping onto my chest. He groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
"Fuck, yeah, that's it, you little slut," he said, his voice ragged with pleasure. "Take it all. Swallow every fucking drop."
He held my head in place, his cock buried deep in my throat, until he was spent.
I gagged again, my throat burning, and he finally released me, pulling out with a wet, sucking sound. I gasped for air, my body wracked with sobs as I tried to catch my breath.
"Fuck, that was amazing," Robert said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're a quick learner, aren't you?" He looked down at me, his eyes gleaming with lust and admiration. "You're going to make a lot of money, Aresa. With a mouth like that, you could be my top girl."
He stood up, his cock still semi-hard, and grabbed a towel from the bathroom to wipe himself off.
"Get cleaned up. I'll be back in a bit." He tossed the towel at me, and I caught it, my hands shaking.
“We’re gonna make this a regular thing.” He handed me an envelope with $500. “That’s an extra on top of what you already got. See, I’m not such a bad guy.” He winks at me like we’re fucking buddies or some shit. “Now, go clean yourself up. I want you to wear that fucking thong and be ready for me when I get back. We still have some unfinished business, you and I.”
He leaves me there, on my knees, his cum dripping off my chin, my throat raw and burning. I’m left alone in his massive, luxurious bedroom, my body aching and my mind reeling. I can’t believe what just happened. I can’t believe what I just did. I feel like a cheap whore, used and abused, and I hate him for it.
I cleaned up, put on the thong and came back out. The drug was still hitting me hard. My vision was blurry, my body tingling with a mix of MDMA-induced euphoria and lingering fear. I sat on the edge of his bed, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I felt cheap, used, and violated. But I also couldn't deny the perverse thrill that still coursed through my veins. The drug was playing tricks on my mind, making me crave things I knew I shouldn't.
I heard the click of the door, and I looked up to see Robert standing there. He was naked, his body still glistening with sweat from his previous exertions.
I could see the outline of his cock, already hard again, pressing against his thigh. He was holding a small, black leather bag, and he tossed it onto the bed beside me.
"What's that?"
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. "That, my dear, is where you'll find your new best friend." He leaned down, his voice low and dangerous. "You wanted to learn how to take a cock in the ass, didn't you? Well, today's your lucky day."
I swallowed hard, my body tensing at the thought.
He opened the bag and dumped out the contents. There were lube packets, a small bottle of some kind of numbing cream, and a black silicone butt plug. It was bigger than I expected, ribbed and tapered, with a flared base. I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
“We need to do some anal training” he said. I could see the smirk on his face.
Fuck.
"I didn’t agree to anal," I protested, my voice barely a whisper. The thought of that thing inside me made my stomach churn.
Robert's eyes darkened, and he took a step closer. "And I said, we still have some unfinished business. Now, shut the fuck up and get to work, whore."
I flinched at his harsh words, but I knew better than to argue. I picked up the lube, my hands trembling as I squeezed a generous amount onto my fingers.
"Use that numbing cream first," Robert instructed, his voice stern.
"It'll help relax your muscles and make things easier."
I hesitated, my stomach churning at the thought of what was to come. I picked up the small bottle, twisting off the lid and squeezing a generous amount onto my fingers. I applied it gently, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I could feel the cool tingle of the cream as it sank into my skin, numbing the sensitive tissue around my asshole.
I looked at Robert, my eyes pleading. I can't..."
His expression hardened, his jaw clenching.
"You'll do as I fucking say, you little bitch. Now put that cream in your ass and fucking relax. We're not leaving until you're ready for that plug."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I squirted some more lube onto my fingers and rubbed it around my asshole, working it in gently. After a few minutes, I felt the numbing cream start to take effect, and my muscles began to relax. I added more lube, slowly working one finger inside me. It felt strange, uncomfortable, but not unbearable. I took a deep breath and added another, opening myself up slowly.
Robert watched, his eyes gleaming with lust.
"That's it, baby. Push it in deeper. You're doing so fucking good."
I grimaced, the lube making my fingers slippery as I pushed them deeper inside me. The numbing cream was working, but it still felt like an invasion, a violation of my most intimate place. I gritted my teeth, determined to get this over with.
Robert started to stroke his cock, watching me with intense focus. "Fuck, that's hot. I can't wait to see that ass take my cock."
I tried to block out his words, to focus on what I was doing.
I added a third finger, a gasp escaping my lips as the unfamiliar sensation sent a jolt of pain through me. I winced, my body tensing, but Robert was relentless.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice thick with lust. "Push it in deeper. Stretch that fucking ass out for me."
I gritted my teeth, determined to get through this. I added a fourth finger, and I could feel my body stretching, the burn and the pain intense. I was panting, my body shaking with the effort.
"Fuck, look at you," Robert breathed, his voice hoarse with desire.
"You're a fucking natural. Now, put in the plug. Show me what you can do."
I hesitated, my heart hammering in my chest. The plug looked intimidating, and I was worried about fitting it inside me. But I knew better than to disobey. I squirted more lube onto the plug, coating the entire length, then positioned it at my entrance.
I took a deep breath and pushed, gritting my teeth against the initial resistance. My asshole was tight, and it burned as the plug stretched me wider than I'd ever been before. I let out a low groan, the pain raw and intense.
I felt like I was being split in half, the plug stretching me wider and wider as I forced it inside.
"That's it, baby," Robert encouraged, his voice thick with lust. "Push it all the way in. I want to see that ass take every fucking inch."
I gritted my teeth, my body shaking with the effort. I could feel the plug sliding deeper, the burning sensation giving way to a sense of fullness that was almost overwhelming. I pushed it in as far as it would go, the flared base resting against my skin.
I let out a shaky breath, my body trembling with relief. I'd done it.
The plug was in, and I wasn't sure whether to feel proud or terrified. The burning sensation had subsided, but the feeling of fullness was intense. I looked up at Robert, and his eyes were wild with lust. He stroked his cock, his gaze fixated on the plug protruding from my ass.
"Fuck, Aresa," he growled, "you're fucking hot. Now, turn around and let me see that pussy fucking take my cock."
I moved to the edge of the bed, positioning myself on all fours, my ass high in the air. I could feel the plug inside me, the weight of it shifting with my movement. Robert moved behind me, his hands gripping my hips, his cock rubbing against my entrance.
"Fuck, your pussy's even tighter than I remember," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. He rubbed the head of his cock against me, teasing me, and I felt a shiver of anticipation. I was still sore from earlier, still raw and tender, but the MDMA was making me feel things I didn't want to feel.
My body was on fire, my nerves tingling and my skin sensitive to every touch. When Robert pushed the head of his cock into me, I gasped, the sensation overwhelming.
"Fuck, you're tight," Robert grunted, his hands gripping my hips.
He pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch. The fullness of the butt plug made his invasion even more intense, a stretch and burn that made me whimper and squirm. Robert gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“You’re so fucking tight, Aresa. You feel so goddamn good.” His voice was a savage growl, his breath hot on the back of my neck. “You like it when I fill you up? Yeah, you do. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”
I couldn’t answer, couldn’t do anything but take it.
His cock was a thick, relentless invasion, pushing deeper and deeper into my already sore pussy. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against the wall of my vagina, and I could feel the plug in my ass shifting as he thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a stretch and burn that bordered on pain. I was panting, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps, my body shaking with the force of his thrusts.
"That's it, baby," Robert grunted, his fingers digging into my flesh.
Take every fucking inch of my cock." I could feel him sliding deeper, filling me completely, until his hips were flush with my ass.
He pulled out, then slid the plug out. My ass felt empty, but only for a second. Before I could catch my breath, he thrust back into me, this time even harder and faster, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.
"Fuck, your pussy is so tight, Aresa. It's like a fucking vice around my cock. God, I could fuck you all night." He groaned, his hands tightening on my hips.
I could feel every inch of him, the ridge of his shaft, the velvet smoothness of his head. He was fucking me like there was no tomorrow, his hips slamming into mine with brutal force.
He pulled out and aimed for my ass. I felt the thick head of his cock press against my already stretched hole. “Oh god, no, Robert,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Please, I can’t...”
He didn’t wait for my permission. He plunged into me, the stretch and burn so intense I screamed. Tears stung my eyes, and my body tensed, trying to escape the intrusion.
“Relax, baby,” he said, his voice like gravel. “You’re so tight, fuck.”
He pushed it in, until it popped inside me… My ass clenched around him, and I felt a searing pain, sharp and intense.
“Stop, please,” I begged, tears streaming down my face. “It hurts too much.”
“Just breathe, baby,” Robert panted. “You’re doing great.”
I tried to relax, to breathe through the pain, but every time he moved, I felt like I was being split in two.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice rough.
I turned my head to look at him, my cheeks wet with tears.
The sight of his cock buried deep in my ass made me want to retch.
"Please, Robert," I begged, my voice a ragged whisper. "Please, just... just pull out. It hurts too much."
Robert's eyes were wild, his breath coming in harsh gasps. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips like a vice. "Your ass is fucking perfect."
He started to move, his cock sliding in and out of me, the friction sending jolts of pain and pleasure through my body.
I screamed, but it came out as a hoarse, choked sob, my voice raw from earlier.
"Fuck, your ass is so tight," Robert groaned, his hips slamming against my ass with brutal force. "I can't believe how fucking good this feels."
I tried to push back against him, to meet his thrusts, but every movement sent sharp, agonizing pain shooting through me. I gritted my teeth, trying to block it out, but it was no use. The pain was overwhelming, consuming every part of me.
"Please stop," I begged, my voice barely a whisper.
He increased his pace, his hips slamming into mine with brutal force. Each thrust sent a searing jolt of pain through my body, but I was powerless to stop him.
He gripped my hair, pulling back hard as he fucked my ass with savage abandon. "You're a fucking whore," he snarled, his voice thick with lust and anger. "You think you can take my cock like this? You think you can handle it?"
Tears streamed down my face, my body trembling with the effort of holding back my screams. "Yes," I gasped, panting between each brutal thrust.
"I can take it. I can take your fucking cock."
Each word was a plea, a prayer, a desperate attempt to appease him, to make this end.
Robert's breath was hot on my neck, his fingers still tangled in my hair, his grip painfully tight. He was panting, grunting with each violent thrust. "Fuck, your ass is so tight. You're so fucking perfect, Aresa."
I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, a brutal, relentless invasion that left me feeling raw and violated. The stretching, burning sensation was overwhelming, a pain that bordered on pleasure.
I could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slid in and out of my ass, my body clenching around him in involuntary spasms. I was a slave to the sensation, a prisoner to the agony and ecstasy that coursed through my veins.
"Fuck, your ass is so goddamn tight," Robert groaned, his voice thick with lust. "I could fuck you like this all night."
Each thrust was a brutal invasion, a claim on my body that I couldn't deny. The MDMA was still coursing through my veins, amplifying every sensation, every touch, every thrust.
“So Fuckin’ sexy! Oh fuck yeah, bitch I’m gonna fucking cum in that ass!” Robert grunted, his cock pounding in and out of my ass with a violent, relentlessly savage rhythm. The pain was intense, each thrust a brutal invasion that left me feeling raw.
But despite the agony, my body began to respond. The MDMA still coursing through my system was turning the pain into pleasure, my body betraying me with each shuddering moan that escaped my lips.
Robert noticed my reaction, his thrusts growing more aggressive, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "That's it, baby," he growled. "Take that cock like a good little whore." The filthy words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and I felt my pussy clench in response.
"Fuck, yes!" Robert moaned, his cock pulsing inside me. "You like that, don't you?
You fucking like my cock in your ass, you little whore."
His words pushed me over the edge. A wave of humiliation and pleasure crashed over me, my body convulsing as an orgasm ripped through me. I screamed, my voice hoarse and raw, the sound echoing off the high ceilings of the room. My body trembled, my muscles clenching around him as the sensation washed over me.
Robert grunted, his hips slamming into me with brutal force. "Fuck, yeah, that's it," he growled. "Cum for me, you little slut.
Fucking cum," Robert snarled, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew I'd have bruises.
I was convulsing around him, my body writhing with the force of my orgasm. It was as if every nerve ending in my body was on fire, the sensation overwhelming and intense. I cried out, my voice hoarse and raw, as the pleasure tore through me.
Robert grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into my ass with savage force. "Fuck, yeah, that's it," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take my fucking cum, you little whore.
Cum in your ass, your tight little cunt," Robert snarled, his body tensing as he filled me. The sensation of his hot release inside me sent another wave of shudders through my body, and I cried out, the sound ragged and broken.
Robert pulled out from my ass slowly, his cock glistening with our combined juices. He flipped me onto my back, his gaze predatory as he stared at my body. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to him, his cock glistening with my ass juice.
“The driver will take you home now”
he said. He tossed a wad of cash at me. “That’s another thousand. Next time, we’ll work on your throat. You seem to have a problem with gagging.”
I didn’t respond. I just grabbed the cash and the clothes I had arrived in, and ran to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up as fast as I could, the dirt and humiliation of what had happened washing over me in waves.
I cleaned myself thoroughly, scrubbing every part of my body to get rid of the scent of him. I wanted to burn these clothes, to wash my hair with bleach, to purge every reminder of what I had just endured.
I moved quickly to the elevator and the awaiting car. As the chauffeur drove me home, I could still feel the raw burn of Robert's assault on my body. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but one thing dominated all else: shame. I felt used, violated, and overwhelmingly dirty. I wanted nothing more than to scrub my skin raw, to wash away the smell and the touch of him.
As I stepped into my small apartment, I was greeted by the familiar smell of old books and cheap candles. It was a comforting aroma, a stark contrast to the opulent, nauseating scent of Robert's home.