Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 7

"Go on slut," he said, letting his left hand wander down her body, across her tiny tits and dangerously near her

pussy. "Fight me. Expose me." The moment lingered and then just as suddenly as he had started, he let her go.

"Exactly. Fighting isn't really your thing, which is unfortunate because I love a good fight, but you're only capable

of struggling in private." Violet blushed hard, not just because of how right he was, but because of how wet his

actions had made her. Her panties were probably already visibly damp, and she was more afraid of people

finding out than of what he might do to her.

"You've made your fucking point," she spat at him, "You can do whatever you want towhenever you want to,

so just tellwhat you want already so | can go hand start my essay."

"My poor little Violet," James said, sardonically, "I've taken pity on you, and I've cto offer you a chance at

redemption. I've decided that if you want to, we can play a little game, and if you win I'll destroy my copy of the

tape and never talk to you again. Would you like that? To be a free woman instead of my own personal slut?"

Violet swallowed hard, looking for the trick. "A game, huh? And what do you get if | lose?"

"Why," he answered matter of factly, "then you have to go on a date with me. A consensual date of course.

Dinner and movie. The whole deal. You have to do it of your own volition and try to have a good time. Heads or

tails - you win either way, what do you say?"

"I say it sounds too good to be true," she answered suspiciously.

"Awww," he cried tically, mocking her, "What happened to the cute trusting Violet | used to know? It

seems like only a week ago you were so sweet and kind you'd let strangers bring you home. | miss her."

"If you liked her, then you shouldn't have ruined her," Violet countered, anger creeping into her voice. "I'm not

giving you an answer until you tellwhat the gis, so if you're going to be difficult, | can just go home."

"That's right. You can go home, and tomorrow, or the night after or maybe sometnext week I'll show up and

do whatever | want to you, and I'll claim your soul and your cunt one terrible orgasm at a tand we both know

there's nothing you can do to stop me..." James said, pausing for tic effect, "Or you can be polite and use

the magic fucking word."

The way that he could flip back and forth between kind and monstrous was something Violet had no idea how to

handle, but every the did it, it made her think he was a true sociopath. A person with actual feelings just

couldn't do that, could they? Violet opened her mouth ready to tell him off, and then closed it. If he was going to

offer any possible way out of his sick blackmail fantasies, it had to be worth a shot, right? Finally she answered.

"Please tellabout the gyou're proposing."

James smiled. "It's simple, slut, we're going to go to a business a friend of mine has, and we're going to play a

little game. If you can pick the dick that took your cherry, then you win, but if you pick either of the other two

guys, then you lose? Simple right? | mean, a first fuck is special in the life of any woman, even a fucked up slut

like you. Surely you can remember all the details of such an important night, right? There's no way that a woman

as respectable and smart as you would get blackout drunk before she spread her legs for the first time."

"I didn't get drunk and you know it," she spat back defensively. So that was his game. He never wanted to let her

go, he was just rubbing it in that she couldn't remember anything. Well the joke was on him. She had met

Thomas already this week, and she'd never forget that face as long as she lived. "I'll play your stupid game, but

if | win | want to make sure that neither you or that creep even so much as looks atever again."

"Fair enough," James said, holding out his hand and shaking on it before he started walking, "Now calong,

we've got to meet the other players in half an hour."

"What," Violet asked, hurrying to catch up with him. "Right now? You already arranged it? How did you even

know I'd say yes?"

James laughed, "Oh Violet, there's precious little about you | don't know."

She stewed on that as they walked, continuing on in sullen silence. They left the park heading away from

campus, and as they went the neighborhood got more run down, and the businesses seedier, and the graffiti

more plentiful. Finally, a couple miles from her dorm, James cto a stop in front of a rundown adult

bookstore.

"This? This is the place?" Violet protested as he opened the door and led her inside, flipping the sign from open

to closed as he went. Inside it was even worse. Cheap DVDs and cheaper sex toys stocked the shelves and the

old balding guy that was behind the counter leered at them as they walked in.

"Hey Dimitri," James said, "Tossthe keys and I'll lock up." He did, and all the while Violet's horror increased.

The strange stains on the floor... the weird booths in the back. She never wanted to end up in a place that was

half so sleazy, but here she was.

"I don't think this is a good idea," Violet said nervously, "Maybe we should call this off..."

"Good thing it doesn't really matter what you think Violet," James said smiling, "You can play the gor | can

just bend you over that counter and fuck you after | bruise your ass for being such a stupid little slut. Either way,

going hisn't an option."

"You don't own me," Violet started, "You can't just..."

"Don't fucking start withcunt. | know you've watched the copy | gave you. Probably dozens of times by now

because deep down with both know you're a natural born rape slut. | have enough on you to make sure that you

have to move AND change your name." James threatened, before softening as the tears started to well in her

eyes as his words once again found their mark, Look - you said you wanted to play, and we're going to play.

You've got a one in three chance, so maybe you'll even succeed, even though we both know you don't remember

anything about that night."