"Not Pregnant" read the test result. Her eyes moved rapidly as she thought. Although it was possible Harry had impregnated her and it was too early for the test to detect, it wasn't safe to assume that she was carrying Harry's child last night. She turned bright red thinking about how countless men had inseminated her repeatedly the night before. She felt a flash of anger and repulsion; those gross strangers didn't have the right to get her pregnant.
At the same time, she felt the heat of arousal at the idea that she could become pregnant and either have no idea who the father was, or have it be one of the repulsive men who she had been sold to the night before.
Putting her arousal aside, Ella decided the thing to do was to get the morning after pill to prevent impregnation from one of the men who had paid to fuck her at the party. She would have to start over on her quest to make Harry a father. Thinking of Harry, she felt a flash of jealous rage. Who was that fucking bitch at the party? How dare she fuck Harry. Who was helping Harry more than herself?
Ella consciously breathed, attempting to calm herself down. She reminded herself that Harry had never specified what their relationship was. She realized, with a flash of fear that she was in love with him. Deeply, in love with him. But what could she do? She couldn't confront him when he hadn't promised her exclusivity. She couldn't risk losing him either by giving him an ultimatum. Ella decided that getting impregnated by him would be the best way to make sure she would have something over him that the other woman didn't have.
Ella also reminded herself that Harry had just made quite a bit of money by selling her to those men last night, she could use that as leverage to get into his favor. Most of Harry's bad moods seemed to stem from his job, and lack of money. With those problems solved, he would be relaxed, and warm towards her.
With a plan of action in place, Ella felt calmer. It was then that she realized she felt sick, almost fluish. She splashed water on her face, and hiding the pregnancy test back in her purse. She wobbled back to lay down on Mike's bed without showering. Almost as soon as she lay down, she drifted into an exhausted, feverish sleep.
Ella was sick with a fever for what seemed like endless hours. Her memories of Mike and Harry coming in and out of the room blurred together, along with throwing up and being made to drink water. Through her fevered sleep, she heard snippets of conversation.
"—do you think it's because...?"
"No, no..."
"Will she be okay?"
"It's just a fever. Her body took a pounding, one of them probably had something and she got it."
Ella woke. It was daylight and her fever had broken. Her mind was clear, though her hair was disheveled, and she smelled of vomit. She stumbled into Mike's bathroom and ran the shower water.
She stood in the shower a long time, letting the hot water pour over her. She squeezed out her long blonde hair, and rubbed her hands over her breasts. Becoming aroused, she took the shower head down, and clicking through the settings, she sprayed the jet on her clitoris as stroked it.
She moaned quietly as she started remembering the men who had paid to fuck her. She wondered how much money they had each given for their turn. She flushed with pleasure as she thought about how the men had continued to fuck her even when she had completely passed out. Men she wouldn't even recognize had been inside her. She started fantasizing that she had been impregnated by one of them. Her heart raced, and she stifled a moan as she orgasmed in spasms of pleasure.
Immediately after the pleasure of her orgasm subsided, Ella was filled with dread, not pleasure at the thought of having been impregnated by one of those men. She needed to get the morning after pill. What day was is anyways? Wrapping a towel around herself, she went back into the bedroom to check her phone. It was in her purse where she left it, but it was dead. Looking around, she saw the outfit she had worn to the party, and started quickly dressing, throwing her hair up in a messy bun,
Ella went out into the kitchen and saw Mike with a cup of coffee.
She blushed "It Harry here?" she asked timidly.
"Look who's finally up," Mike raised his eyebrows slowly smiling at her as he looked her up and down.
Ella didn't quite like something about that smile. It felt like he was a wolf looking at a sheep.
"Harry is at work," He said matter-of-factly, "By the way, do you work? Because you've been sick with a fever for three days. The party was on Saturday, it's Wednesday afternoon."
The color drained from Ella's face.
"I have to go," she said quickly gather up her purse and rushing out the back door.
Mike chuckled, and shaking his head went back to drinking his coffee.
On the bus back to her apartment, she kept wondering if she had done the right thing to let Harry and Mike sell her for money She also pondered the conversation with Mike, and the look on his face. It had made her feel uneasy. She had done this for Harry, not for Mike. Mike was getting free sex from her for the rent. Why did he deserve to take half the earnings from the party as well while she got nothing?
Even as she was slowly awakening to new feelings of anger against Mike, it also turned her on that Mike was taking the money she was earning from getting pimped. He probably felt he deserved it, just like he felt he deserved to fuck her whenever he wanted, and without condoms. His feelings of ownership over her never failed to arouse her, feeling angry almost made them more intense. And when this happened, she would invariably start to fantasize about having his cock inside her again.
The fantasies she had about Mike made her wonder if she was starting to feel something for him as well. She shook this idea out of her head. Harry was the one. He had always been the one.
On her way back to the apartment, she picked up the morning after pill. She felt relief, telling herself at least one disaster had been averted.
Returning to the apartment, Ella saw her roommate Christine perk up immediately upon seeing her.
"Oh my god, do you know how hard I've been trying to reach you?"
"Oh..." Ella stammered, "My phone was dead."
"Whatever, it's always dead. Anyways, I need to talk with you about the apartment. Like I told you when you moved in, my parents own the building. Well they need this apartment, and I decided to move into my boyfriend's place. So you're gonna need to find someplace else to stay."
Ella blinked in disbelief, "But that's such short notice!"
Christine huffed, "Don't you have a boyfriend you're practically living with right now anyways? Stay with him until you get a place."
With that, Christine left the room. Ella continued to stand there in shock for a few more moments. Suddenly, Ella remembered that she had missed work for three days now. She ran to her room and plugging her phone in the charger, repeatedly hitting the start-up button.
When her phone came on, she saw that she had repeated missed calls from the coffee shop she worked at as a barista. She quickly called her manager, her stomach in summersaults. As soon as her manager picked up the phone, she started blurting out that she had been sick, and was so sorry, and would work any hours.
Her manager, an older woman, sighed and interrupted her. "Listen Ella, I like you, but you're completely unreliable. If this was a one off thing, maybe I could deal with you being a no call, no show for three days. But you come in late every day, you call out constantly, you don't pick up shifts when we are short staffed, and you're never reachable. I've already given your hours this week to other teammates. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to terminate your employment. You can stop by tomorrow for your last paycheck and to drop off your apron."
