Trevor's place was over an hour's walk from Mr. Facelli's. At 3 in the morning the dark streets of Los Angeles are not a place one wants to be walking alone, especially an 18 year old girl dressed in a tight tank top, a short skirt, without even a pair of panties to protect her. I'm used to stares during the daytime, but at night they don't seem the same, more like predatory leers, claws ready to pounce and fangs ready to sink their teeth into me.
I had attempted to make myself look more composed before heading too far away from the beach, but Mr. Facelli hadn't even bothered to strip me of my shirt and skirt as he fucked me, and splotches of his cumstains still covered my clothing from neck to thigh. To me the smell was ever-present, as though his cock were still rubbing up against my cheek, just under my nose. I could only hope that nobody else could smell, and so I kept my distance from the few that I passed as I walked.
It had not even been 15 minutes before three guys made their intentions known, whistling at me as I passed, and fanning themselves out wide so that I couldn't. I attempted to slide to the other side of the street, but there was already one to block my path. I couldn't turn back without meeting the one who slid in behind me, and of course I couldn't move forward for that was the first route they blocked off. My only option away was to the right, where the wall of, what I assumed was their rundown apartment building, cut me off.
Some men could be reasoned with. Some men could be threatened. You could see it in their eyes the moment you met them. Every man wanted sex, that went without question, and with a fit, green eyed, 18 year old with long, straight blonde hair, well... not to sound arrogant myself, but I've been told many times by guys that I'm the most fuckable little thing they've ever seen. With some men you could convince them that they weren't the type of man that would take advantage of a girl, that what they were intending to do they didn't truly want to. With some men you could go so far as to tell them this would be the last act of their former life, those with wives, families, careers, those with far too much at stake to throw away on one single fuck, regardless of how hot, tight, and amazing it would be.
Some men, however, just didn't care. Some men were too high off their heads to consider the consequences. Some men were just too hard in their pants to think of anything else.
One could spot these types of men too upon the minute of their meeting... These men reminded me too much of Trevor.
"Evening there, sweet thing," one of the three spoke, approaching me and caging me in further against the wall.
"Damn, Dirk, she ain't even wearing any panties," another said excitedly, having already crept up to my side and slid down my thigh to sneak a peek up my skirt. I promptly shoved his head away with my hand, moving away from him as swiftly as I could, only to find myself wrapped in the arms of one of his friends.
"Bet she was hoping to get a bit of hard cock in her tonight, isn't that right, babe?" the third one laughed, holding me tighter in his arms as I tried to squirm away, reaching up to cup my breasts in his hands as the other two continued in closer.
My first reaction should have been to scream. It should have been to fight back, or something. Sadly, my first reaction was to protect my purse, to keep it sealed, and keep the envelope Mr. Facelli had given me secret. I fucking earned this, after all, and I'll be damned if I let these lowlifes know of it. Maybe I don't exactly have my priorities straight. Don't get me wrong, I'm not thrilled by the notion of letting them have my body, but the one thing I do know is they are not getting my fucking money.
I clutch my purse to my stomach as the one who holds me continues to fondle my chest. I go with them more willingly than I know I should into the dark alley beside the apartment building. Sometimes there are just no ideal solutions to situations. I know I'm going to be fucked one way or another. All I can do is protect what is most precious to me in the meantime.
The two guys in front of me undo their pants and pull out their cocks in the dark alley. The guy behind me I can feel do the same, and it slides up between my thighs from behind me, underneath my skirt. I'm lowered down onto my knees. I can feel myself being bent over onto my hands, and still I refuse to release my death grip over my purse. One cock slides up further between my legs, its head positioned at my wet opening, still seeping with all that Mr. Facelli left within me, while another slides out over my lips, a hand under my jaw coaxing me to open my mouth...
My lips had just begun to part, the head of one of their cocks sliding out over my tongue... when the sudden blare of a siren sounds and a police cruiser pulls to a stop right outside of the alley.
Their backs to the cop car, their cocks to me, all three of the guys tuck themselves back into their pants, cursing the fucking timing. Most girls would be relieved at the sight and the sound. I was... sort of... but I couldn't help but feel a bit of reserve nonetheless. I have always hated the police. It didn't help that I carried 1,500 dollars in my purse. The last thing I needed was for the cops to ask me where I had gotten ahold of such money.
"What is going on here fellows?" one of the two police officers asked as they stepped out of their squad car.
"Nothing, Officer, just helping someone with directions," one of the guys blurted out, thinking he had some quick wit or something, turning to face them only after his cock had been stowed away again.
I did what I was best at there on my knees in the dark alleyway. I acted, turning on the flood of tears. The more a girl cried, the less she had to speak. It worked wonders with men. I was hoping the cops would deal with these three pricks and maybe I could work my way out of the whole situation under the pretense of needing to get home.
Some days I just couldn't catch a break though it seemed.
One of the officers ushered me into the backseat of his cruiser. I wasn't the wrongdoer by any means, but it was hardly a comfortable place for me to be. After what I assumed was a warning the other officer let the three guys go, returning to his squad car to pull away, one of them in the front driver's seat, the other seated beside me in the back...
"So what is a girl like you doing out so late in the middle of the city?" the police officer next to me began his interrogation. I don't know why, but I suddenly became filled with an unnerving feeling that it was never those three men these two cops sought justice for. Reflexively, I held my purse tighter to my chest, covering some of the stains on my shirt.
His arm slid around my shoulder in some mock attempt to comfort me. He pulled me closer.
"What is your name, sweetie?" the officer beside me asked when I remained silent, placing a hand on my thigh. Still I said nothing, pretending I was too shaken up to even speak. I took his hand with my own and I attempted to move it from off my leg... sadly to no avail.
"Not often you find girls alone on the street this late at night," the cop who was driving then spoke. "Unless they're hookers," he made sure to add with a small laugh.
So this was their plan from the very beginning... the good cop, bad cop routine.
"Chuck, don't be so callous," the one beside me returned, sliding his hand around my thigh, up my leg until he suddenly stopped. Fuck! I could not help but think to myself.
His fingers not more than an inch from my uncovered pussy, the cop found his hand covered with slick cum which he massaged into my thigh softly, a smirk upon his face which was already assured of its victory. He swirled his fingers over my thigh, feeling my slick skin, and then lifted a finger to his own lips to suck it off, never taking his eyes off of me.
