As Rob’s and Duke’s hands continued to fondle me, one hand on each thigh, I realized that I had to get out of there.
It felt so good to finally come to my senses. I looked around the table at the other girls. They weren’t bad people. They were doing the best with their lives that they could, but I knew in my heart I didn’t want to be one of them. These rich boyfriends of theirs, if that’s even what you could call them, didn’t love them. They abused them.
I had to get out of there, but it wasn’t going to be easy. I didn’t have my phone. I couldn’t call for help. I was in a public place, but it was only semi-public. Obviously, Rob pulled some weight there. We’d gotten in without standing in line, we were in the VIP section, there were security guards everywhere. Could I trust the people there to let me leave if I wanted to? Even if I could walk out, I didn’t even have money to use a payphone, or pay for a cab. I’d have to walk through the city until I could find someone to help me.
Instinctively, I knew I had to be careful. I could get myself out of this situation, but I would have to play it smart.
I would have to play it bold too.
Rob had started kissing my neck, his tongue ravishing me. I threw my head back and pretended to enjoy it. Spurred on by my enthusiasm, he moved down lower, kissing the part of my cleavage that was revealed by my low-cut dress. He put a hand on my neck in a faintly threatening, dominant way, and I shut my eyes.
It was weird. The night before, when I’d gone back to his apartment, this was what I’d wanted. I’d wanted him to be passionate, to be dominant, to want me. I’d gone willingly, and I’d have allowed him to pleasure himself in whatever way he desired.
Now, all I wanted was to get out of there. My feelings for him had turned from openness and willingness, to fear, and even disgust. It was strange how quickly things could turn around. If he’d only been willing to accept me for the person I’d been yesterday, if he’d only been willing to respect me, and act compassionately and with care for my feelings, things would have been completely different.
I reached down to my legs, where Rob and Duke’s hands were slowly inching higher and higher up my dress, and I took them both in my hands. Still pretending I was enjoying Rob’s kisses on my neck, I moved their hands up under my dress until they reached my panties.
They thought they’d won me over. They thought they were going to have a threesome with me. They thought I was going to let them both use me and fuck me like a whore.
I’m not judgmental. I’ll be honest. I’ve had fantasies about being fucked by two men at once. In fact, being in a club like that, dressed like that, with two rich, attractive men like that, was pretty much one of my biggest sexual fantasies. But this was all wrong. Every last detail of it was wrong. Fantasies are about pleasure, and naughtiness, and wild, secret desires. They are not about being manipulated, about being treated like an object, about being pressured into doing something you don’t want to do.
This wasn’t a fantasy. This was a nightmare.
Chapter 17
Grant
I DO A LOT OF JOBS that I don’t have to do. I do them for the pleasure of it. It’s fun taking all that money from large corporations who don’t even know what to do with it. Think about it? There’s a lot of theft that goes on in this country that is totally legal.
What goes through your mind every time you pay your cell phone bill? Do you even know what the average cell phone bill is in this country now? Seventy-one dollars. That’s seventy-one dollars that every man, woman and child in this country is sending to big corporations at the end of every month.
How much is your cable bill? Let me guess. Close to a hundred a month? That’s another hundred every household is sending to the men in the corporate offices.
Car insurance is another hundred a month. Don’t get me started on health insurance. Then there’s gas. Home heating. Home insurance. Home internet. Electricity. Subscription services. Credit cards. Bank fees. The list goes on and on.
I’m not even talking about taxes, mind you. Uncle Sam pays for a lot of things we need. Sure, tax money gets wasted, but that’s a debate for another day. What I’m talking about is the money that we all are pretty much forced to hand over to the country’s largest corporations, every single month, whether we want to or not. Petroleum, insurance, utilities, communications, banking, entertainment, call it what you want, but everyone has to pay it. There’s no choice. Try telling your kids you’re not going to have electricity, or heat, or internet, or cell phones. Try telling your boss you’re not opening a bank account, or having a credit card. It’s just not an option. You need those things to live in the modern world.
You have to pay those bills.