WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual activity and rough sex. If that offends you, please move on and read something else. There is something for everyone on Literotica.
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Dany's Demise
Flirtatious waitress finds herself on the menu.
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The attractive brunette sat on the edge of the double bed with her long slender legs pressed tightly together and her arms wrapped defensively over her lush breasts. Her brown eyes darted around the room taking everything and everyone in before she bowed her head once again, too embarrassed to actually make eye contact with anyone. Nothing in her twenty-three years had prepared her for the situation in which she currently found herself.
'Now I know how a cornered animal feels', she thought to herself. Even though the room was uncomfortably warm and damp, her body began to involuntarily tremble again. Her skin felt clammy with perspiration and the pungent smell of sweat and sex permeated the small room.
The sheer baby-doll she wore clung to her moist skin, revealing her rigid nipples and pert breasts as they swelled in and out. Her bottom half was equally exposed in an almost non-existent thong. She self-consciously kept her thighs clamped tightly together, trying to hide her neatly trimmed pussy.
The eyes of every man in the room were on her, devouring every inch of her shapely body. Her rich golden full-body tan had been sprayed on two days before and her moist skin glistened like a gold bar. Her skimpy clothing did little to hide the curves and contours of her stunning body.
She tried to control her breathing in a futile attempt to stop her body from shaking. How could this be happening to her, she asked herself as her body shuddered again. Her life had begun to spin out of control a few weeks earlier.
It had only taken one impulsive bad decision to send her life spiraling out of control. Since that fateful decision, her life had experienced one indignity after another with no end in sight.
New she found herself truly spiraling toward a point of no return. And she had resigned herself to the fact that she was powerless to stop it.
All the power was in the hands of the man standing against the wall, a few feet from the foot of the bed. She snuck a quick look at him out of the corner of her eye as she continued to submissively sit with her head bowed.
Was her head bowed in submission or in shame, the man wondered as he starred back at her, trying to read her mind. Is she ready now? Will she submit? He thought so, otherwise they wouldn't be here now.
Each time she sneaked a look at him, she hoped that he might finally take pity of her and call it all off. But in her heart, she knew that would not happen, and for his part, the thought never crossed his mind.
When she had been led into the dingy room, she was immediately struck by how perfectly it epitomized the stereotype of the cheap and sleazy cat house, the seedy bordello, that it was.
There was no mistaking the purpose of the room. The bed was there for one purpose and one purpose only, and it wasn't for sleeping. The only other furniture in the room were a dresser to the left of the bed, with a pitcher and wash basin on it, and a wooden chair and clothes horse on the right.
The room's walls were covered with a fading flowery wallpaper that was decades out of style and probably just as old. The only light was the mini-chandelier fixture at the center of the ceiling which emitted pale rose light from several small pink lightbulbs. She had thought it looked out of place in the dingy surroundings when she first entered the room. It was too nice for the dreary room.
Even more out of place, however, was the additional camera lighting equipment arrayed in a semi-circle at the foot of the bed, with their silver reflective umbrellas. There were also two digital video cameras strategically placed on tripods at either corner of the bed. Another camera sat on the dresser, presumedly to be handheld by a roving cameraman, once things got started.
The jittery young woman's eyes were constantly drawn to the camera on the dresser. As her mind raced, she conjured images of it being used for tight macro shots and closeups. She cringed at the thought of what it would be filming in such stark detail.
She shifted her position on the end of the bed and snuck another look at the group of men standing just behind the cameras and lighting equipment. Yet again, her eyes were drawn to the camera on the dresser and her growing fear of how it would be used. She shuddered once again, and her body began to shake even more violently as her moment of truth approached.
Avoiding eye contact, she peeked at the man sitting in what looked like a high director's chair with three monitors on a table in front of him. He was whispering in hushed tones with the three cameramen standing around him.
Each of them wore headsets with microphones in front of their mouths. From what little she could make out, the man in the chair was giving the cameramen last minute instructions.
The other six men were standing clumped together near the door that led into the hallway. They were also talking in hushed tones. But the anxiety ridden girl couldn't make out what they were saying. However, their voices sounded eager, she thought. It didn't take much imagination for her to figure out what they were excited about.
Summoning her courage, she looked directly at the man who had brought her here today. He was casually leaning against the door as he talked with the other men on either side of him. He was purposefully avoiding making eye contact with her, she thought.
When they arrived earlier, he had told her that the other men were friends and business associates that he had handpicked to be the first. He had also pointedly reminded her that the word 'no' was not to be a part of her vocabulary today.
He had bluntly informed her that he had told the men they could use her however they wanted. He had also told her that if she disappointed any of the men she would regret it.
She remembered seeing a couple of the men when they stopped by his office, where she had worked as his assistant. As she sat there looking at him, and as he and his friends loomed near her, she regretted ever having taken him up on his job offer.
Her anxiety continued to build as her imagination run rampant, conjuring up bizarre images of the fate that awaited her. As a defense mechanism, she receded into her own mind. The hushed conversations taking place around her were little more than background noise now.
The bright camera lights contributed to making the men nothing more than shadowy figures hovering at the periphery of her vision. She could feel her mind drifting backward in time to the day they first met.
She and he had struck up a conversation after he and his party had finished dinner in the restaurant where she worked as a waitress. She had taken his party's orders and served them dinner.
He and his guests were all men, dressed in expensive suits, wearing expensive watches, were exceptionally well groomed and had an aura of success about them. She sensed that if she played her cards right, they would be good for a big tip.
She and he had flirted with each other throughout dinner and as she hoped, he had left her a more than generous tip. When she returned to the table to thank him, that's when he had surprised her by offering her a job.
Suddenly she felt a chill course through her body and raising goosebumps on her skin as she had a revelation. With mental images of that evening at the restaurant running through her mind, she realized that the men in the room with her now were the same five men who had dined with him that evening.
They all looked so much different now as they stood there leering at her. Instead of the expensive business suits they had worn that evening, they were wearing identical black silk robes that hung down to just above their knees.
When she first saw them filing into the small bedroom earlier, she instinctively wondered if they were naked beneath the robes. One of the men was obviously more excited than the others and his erect penis poked out of his robe as he turned to talk to the man next to him. And with that, her question was answered. While the revelation may have answered her curiosity, it did nothing to relieve her anxiety.
When she saw the large bulbous head of his penis peeking out the front of the robe she shuddered at its girth, causing her body to shudder yet again. But this time all the deep breathing she did could not still her growing sense of trepidation.
She was at her fight or flight moment now, the point of no return. Flight probably wasn't a real option given her current circumstances and fighting would be futile, given the number of men.
He had made it very clear to her that if she didn't do exactly as he and the other men demanded, he would see to it that, among other things, she would go to jail for a very long time.
There was no doubt in her mind that he meant it and there was no doubt that it would happen. Her own stupid and impetuous actions had given him that given him that power and left him with that control over her. He had her over a barrel, and they both knew it.
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As she sat there sullenly waiting for the inevitable, her mind wandered back to when it all started, to the reckless and impulsive decision that had gotten her into this predicament in the first place.
Recalling the stunningly bad judgement that had brought her to where she was now, she tuned out everything around her as she slumped forward, closing her eyes, receding even deeper inside herself.
In an impetuous and rashly self-destructive moment, she had impulsively stolen a lot of money from her boss, the man currently watching her from across the room, the man who now controlled her life.
To make matters worse, he had caught everything on hidden security cameras in his office, where she had worked as his assistant. He had her dead to rights, and she knew it. But more importantly, he knew it, and now used it to control every aspect of her life.
It seemed so incredibly stupid to her as she looked back with twenty-twenty hindsight. She should have known she would get caught, or at the very least suspected.
That fateful day, he had left the door to his large safe ajar in the outer office where her desk was located. He had been distracted by an incoming phone call to his private line coming from inside his office.
Leaving the safe door ajar, he walked inside his office to take the call. After he was done on the phone, he left for lunch using the side door to his office, apparently forgetting about the open safe.
Once he had left, she had gone to the safe to close it, but her curiosity got the best of her. She had never seen what was inside the safe, so she opened the door to have a look.
She was astounded to find the large safe piled high with bundles of hundred-dollar bills. Even now, she didn't know what had possessed her, but being alone, with no one to see, she had impetuously grabbed an empty Office Depot bag from out of the trash can next to her desk and loaded as many bundles as she could fit into it and tied it shut.
After wiping her fingerprints from the safe she closed it just as she had found it, leaving the door still slightly ajar as he had left it.
The safe was so full of hundred-dollar bundles she had convinced herself that they wouldn't be missed for some time, if at all. She persuaded herself that she could stash the bag of money in the trunk of her car down in the garage and later hide it in her storage unit on the way home from work that night.
