Bethany knocked twice on the door to the apartment in front of her. It was nearing midnight and the apartment block was mostly quiet, with the occasional elevator ding and TV noises coming from nearby apartments. She hugged her coat around herself more tightly; it was getting colder recently and she struggled to get herself up from underneath her warm blankets back at home when she received the call. It was Guido, he was wanting to use her and he sent her his address. In the split-second where she received his address, she considered handing him in to the police. But she'd told herself time and time again not to have any hope towards this situation, it would only make her disappointed and more depressed. There was no way around it -- she'd have to grit her teeth for a while and pray the end of this servitude comes soon.
The door swung open, Guido stood there in his 6-foot glory looking down at her. He smiled slightly and gestured for her to come in. In her hurry to get here, Bethany didn't imagine what he was going to do to her, and seeing him right in front of her, shivers went down her spine. Sometimes, at night, she thinks of all the people who watched her get violated next to the restaurant. Bethany comforted herself in the knowledge that Guido was nice to her last time they met (as nice as a gangster could be) and that this time, at least, she'll get fucked in private.
Guido put his hand on the small of her back and guided her to his bedroom, where the lights were dim and music was playing softly in the background. In any other context, Bethany would've found this quite romantic, but she was doubtful that he did any of this for her.
"Take your clothes off and get comfortable, I'll be back in a second." he said. Although his accent wasn't as thick as the other guys, she heard a hint of Italian in the way he played with his syllables. She shrugged her coat off and began to undress, taking in the small room with its orderly shelves and the window overlooking the streets of New York.
Bethany slipped her underwear off and got on the bed, her heart beating in anxiety. Or was it in excitement? Despite all that's been happening recently, Bethany's biggest worry has been the way her body reacts to getting violated and used. She was a respectable woman who, before this, rejected men's pleas for her phone number and never had any one night stands. And yet, at the thought of being held down and fucked like a sex doll, the heartbeat in her pussy pounded violently and she hated herself.