"Claire," I heard a voice call out. I groaned.
'Not now, Mallory,' I thought, more exasperated than irritated if I was being honest with myself.
She strolled into my room, where I sat at my desk, typing away at the computer. I didn't look up. Maybe if I didn't acknowledge her, she would simply go away and leave me to my work. I would... "serve" her later. However, after a quick glance out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but do a double take and look at her full-on.
She was standing in the doorway completely naked, hands on hips. I couldn't help but steal a glance down her willowy figure, couldn't help but admire how her pale, cream-colored skin was completely lacking in stigmas or defects. Her bright green eyes glared over at me like lasers from beneath a thick fringe of long black curls. She reached up a hand and crooked a finger at me menacingly.
"Mal, I can't, I have work-"
"You've got two more days, so don't give me any of that crap," she scoffed, coming over to me and grabbing me out of my seat.
She half-pulled, half-dragged me from my room and into the bathroom, ignoring my feeble protests.
"Mal, please! This paper is important-"
"Shut up, you whore!" she snapped, rolling her eyes and slamming the door shut behind us.
She turned and pushed me up against the wall, leaning in until her face was a hair away from my own. I could smell the natural perfume of her skin, and suddenly I could think of nothing else except how close her lips were to my own and how bare her perfect body was.
"Right now, you're all mine," she said, leaning in and biting the edge of my ear.
She reached down and yanked at the buttons of my blouse, nearly popping them right off in her haste. She all but ripped my pants from my form. Her arms reached right around me and slipped open the clasps of my bra, sliding it down my arms and onto the floor. She tore away my underpants and now I stood, naked and, if I was being honest, rather afraid.
She turned me around, took me by the shoulders and shoved me so roughly into the shower that I slipped on the sleek floor and fell. She reached for the shower head, flipped it outwards and twisted one of the knobs. Hot water sprayed in all directions, splashing against the walls of the small, tiled room, no larger than a broom closet. I was soaked almost instantly. She stepped in before me, shutting the glass door with a small snap. I was still sitting on the floor where I'd fallen, staring up at her. I was trembling with anxiety; I had no idea what to do.
She took a step towards me and bent down. Her large eyes stared into mine and, seeing my fear, she said, "Relax, I'm not doing anything... yet." She winked.
Reaching around me, she picked up the shampoo bottle, slid open the cap and squeezed a dollop of the thick, pastel-colored substance into her hand. She tilted my head downward and began to scrub it into my hair with gentle, precise movements.
"Have to keep my favorite little whore clean," she said, her voice teasing. I snorted.
" 'Favorite...' " I was trying to sound jocular, while at the same time wondering if she had actually been joking or not.
The soap was beginning to run down my face. I could taste its bitter edge in my mouth. I blinked rapidly as the all-too-familiar sting of suds spiked through my eyes. Instinctively, I reached up a hand to clear my vision. The touch of her fingertips suddenly left my head and I felt her pressing, almost crushing my wrists into the floor.
"Oh no, I can't let you do that," she said, that wicked, mischievous edge that I was all too familiar with coming into her voice. "Can't squander an opportunity like this. You, sitting here below me, unable to see what I'm going to do to you..."
I heard a squeaking sound as she rose to her feet. The water that had been pouring down on me suddenly vanished, and the sound of it hitting the floor changed, grew closer. I felt one of her hands slide along my inner thigh, higher and higher up. I gave a small gasp, thinking that I knew what would come next. Instead, she merely pressed it back, parting my legs open. I obeyed, spreading them wide for her. She patted my leg approvingly.
