"No, I won't!" Evie said, as forcefully as she could, considering that she was trembling with fear. She knew that she was not going to be allowed to rise from the couch because I had shoved her back several times already.
"I don't care if you want to or not, just do it."
"No, it's dirty and disgusting too! I refuse to do anything nasty like that."
"Listen! I not only want it. I need it, so accept that and do it."
"I don't even know how to do it, and I don't want to know. The very idea of doing something like that just turns my stomach."
"What do you mean, you don't know how? You are twenty-three years old."
"I never got out much. I had to take care of mom, and, along with work, I never went on many dates."
"What about high school?"
"I had to study, go to work, and then I went home, helped around the house, and prepared my lessons. A couple of times my mom took me to a school function, like a dance, but then I went right home. That was my life."
"Well, babe, life has just changed for you."
"I don't think I like you anymore. I want to go home. Take me home now!"
"Forget about going home. You have a little task to perform, and the sooner you get on with it, the better it will be for you."
"You mean the better it will be for YOU, not me, you bastard!"
"Whatever you think, just do it."
"You're not going to take me home until I do?"
"That's right."
I watched the woman. Evie maintained her defiant demeanor, sitting at the far end of the couch. She had tried to get up a few times, but I just grabbed her and pulled her down again. There were a few red marks on her arms from my grip. I noticed her upper lip began to quiver, and tears welled up in her eyes. Slowly they dripped down her cheeks.
"Please, don't make me do it. Don't make me suck your penis."
"Do it and get it over with."
"You won't hurt me?"
"Of course not. This is supposed to be pleasant and pleasurable."
"It doesn't sound that way to me."
"Well, it is."
"If I do it, you'll take me home?"
Good, I thought, she is resigning herself to doing it. It sounded as if the long argument was about over.
"I said I would, if you still want to go tonight."
"Why would I want to stay?"
"Maybe you will get into this -- we'll see."
"Don't get your hopes up too much."
Evie sat there sniffing and wiping away the tears with the back of her hand. I handed her a box of tissues I had conveniently placed on the end table by my side of the couch. Turning her tear-stained face to me, she gave me a look imploring me to relent. I merely stared back at her. She knew that she could try to run out the door, but I would catch her, and we were a good mile away from the nearest other house. I watched Evie's head slowly hang down, and I knew she was resigning herself to the task ahead.
"Okay, I guess I have to do it. Tell me what to do."
"It would be nice if we undressed first."
I stood up and began to remove my clothing. Blushing deeply, the woman slowly began to loosen her dress, fiddling with buttons, but making little progress in actually removing the garment. I ignored her slow progress and continued to disrobe. I was soon completely naked. Seeing that her own stalling was having no effect on me, she undid a few more buttons and abruptly pulled the dress over her head. She had rather plain underclothing, nothing very sexy, but it served to give her an air of innocence.