"Christ June you must have been frightened to death."
"Not really, at least not at that time but then he ripped my blouse and when he threw me on the couch I realized I was in trouble. He got on top and he began kissing my naked breasts then it went to biting. Now I was scared and I actually began to fear for my life so in the end I just let him have his way with me. When he told me he was going to fuck my face, I meekly got on my knees, allowing him to use my mouth, and then he finished by cumming on my face and breasts. Next, he told me to get out, slamming the door behind me. I walked to the train in a daze, holding my ripped blouse together with my hand and his slime drying on my face."
"I hope you reported him to the police, you can't let that bastard get away with what he did."
"I can't do that, he's going to be one of the company's biggest clients, I'd get fired if I turned him in. Last night when I got home, I just lay down on my bed and cried myself to sleep not even bothering to wash him off my face. This morning when I got up, I decided I just wanted to forget about it but when I looked in the mirror and I saw how I looked I relived the nightmare all over again. I turned on the shower as hot as I could stand it and let it run over my face and breasts trying to get clean. Here look at this I just wish I could show you my breasts right now; they're covered in bruises, and bite marks."
She pulled back the neck of her blouse to show me her neck covered in hickies.
I asked her what I could do for her and she told me she was glad I was there just to listen, as there was no one else she could talk with. She then gathered up her things and left for work saying she couldn't be any later. I sat there for a while trying to digest all she had talked about and I realized I was turned on. I mean it's not something I wanted in real life but I had a fantasy of being forced and used for some handsome stranger's pleasure and then dismissed. I kept wishing it had been me instead of her. I went to the ladies room and in the privacy of a stall; I put my hand between my legs and pleasured myself while thinking about what June went through. Even a strong orgasm would not cure the itch I had, so I continued playing with myself until another shuddering climax calmed me down. I went to work wondering how I could get the name of the bar from June.