He made me feel like a slut, then he said; "You didn't tell the cops anything, did you?" I nod negatively, still looking everywhere but his face. "Is this why you were looking at me like that earlier? You were aroused?" He asked, and I nodded again. "Want me to fuck your brains out?" He said it almost mischievously
She waited for her seventh guest of the night. Or was it still afternoon? Maybe it was morning already. Maybe it wasn't her seventh guest. It might as well be her ninth, or her thirteenth.
This is a short story to cover an unfinished item in Connard Wellingham's story 'The Girls' School.' At the end of that story a young man badly misbehaves and then betrays a trust, placing many at risk. Those most affected by his behaviour get special help to extract a revenge for his betrayal; this is the start of that story. NB: This is well outside my comfort zone, see end note. Codes cover main aspects.
Toni Matson was on the loose for the evening. Her brother deserted her after a baseball game so when a vanload of guys who said they were friends of his came by and asked if she wanted to hang out, she said yes. That was her FIRST mistake...