Authors note: It is recommended to read the previous chapter for context.
Sophie expected Matty to let go of her head after she had given him the answer he wanted to hear. Instead he had just laughed again, Matty's laugh did something to her, it was a dominant and confident laugh that made her feel small. It was a laugh that implied he really didn't care about how it would make her feel for him to be openly laughing in her face. She hated to admit it, be she loved how it made her feel, she had always been submissive toward men and Matty's laugh really served to bring that side of her to the forefront.
He continued to hold her head down in his lap for what felt to her like an incredibly long time but must have been only a minute or so. "Isn't he going to let me go?" She thought to herself. After another moment she felt him shift and sighed in relief that he was finally relenting, only he wasn't, he had just reached for his drink! She couldn't believe the audacity! Here she was, her head being forced and held against the crotch of a man she'd never met in an incredibly embarrassing situation, and he's casually finishing his beer!
She decided she had to say something, even as much as she was scared to speak up to this dangerous man, and if she was honest with herself there was a small submissive part of her that found a sick pleasure in the degradation, but she couldn't just stay quiet or she might be here all night for all she knew.
"Can I get up now please?" She mumbled into his lap trying to be polite so as not to make him angry.
"What was that?" Matty said through a grin. "I couldn't hear you with my bollocks pressed against your mouth." He said far too loudly in the crowded bar for her comfort.
"I'd like to get up now." She tried again.
"I can't hear what you're saying love but I'm assuming it's along the lines of. Can you let me up please Matty? I'm too much of a weak little slut to do it myself." He said doing an impression of her. "And the answer is no, I've got a meeting with one more runner before we leave."
She wasn't entirely sure what a runner was but based on the context of what she'd seen earlier that night she was guessing it was someone who distributed drugs to the gangs dealers. Surely he wasn't planning on keeping her in this position while the runner was there too? That would be so humiliating, thank god he'd taken his hand off her arse at least. Even if it was just to reach his beer.
She didn't have to wait long to find out as in less time than it took Matty to have another swig of his drink someone sat down across the table from them, all she could see was their shoes under the table. Which were a large size of men's trainers.
"Alright Matty? Got yourself a new misses there have you?" The newcomer said sarcastically.
Matty laughed. "Never mind the slut, I can't remember her name or else I'd introduce you. She's just someone I found to fuck tonight, as you can see she can barely keep her hands off me." they both laughed in unison.
"Straight to business then, where am I taking these drops tonight?" The conversation carried on for a few minutes discussing the evenings business and the whole time Sophie was too scared and too shocked to say anything. She tried to just zone out hoping the time would pass quicker or the earth would swallow her whole, but when she did her mind wandered to thoughts of Adam. Her fiance, who was probably missing her right now on his weekend trip to see family. He was missing her while she had her face pressed against the genitals of a violent criminal gang member in a rough part of town through her own stupid decisions.
She was snapped out of this train of thought when Matty suddenly put his hand back on her arse and firmly squeezed her cheek.
"You've been staring open mouthed at this sluts arse since you started talking." He said to his friend across the table. "Is that because it's the only part of her sticking above the table or because you like the look of it? If you finish your fucking job on time tonight for a change she might still be at the safe house when you get back, maybe I'll let you have a go. " He laughed again.
"I just hope she's better than that last bitch we used to keep at the gang house. She was used up and almost insane after less than two weeks." That last sentence sent alarm bells ringing in Sophies head. The language used terrified her, 'we used to keep' and not 'used to stay at' or something similar, or 'let you have a go' implying he was going to let this random gang member have sex with her, that scared her especially so, and she begin to buck against the strong hands holding her in place.
Matty squeezed the back of her neck hard, hard enough to really hurt but probably not leave marks.
"Let me be clear slut." He barked authoritatively. "I have no problem giving you a back hander if you start playing up alright? I've been handling bitches like you a long time, and sometimes I've had to get rough."
She'd suspected from the start that he'd have no problem hurting her, and now she knew she was right. She wanted nothing more than this to be over and for her to be in one piece at the end of it, she decided the best way to accomplish that for now was to just go along with it for a while.
"So, are you going to be a problem?" He asked. Sophie shook her head. "Good, are we going to have a nice night together?" He asked again. She nodded, inadvertently rubbing Mattys cock across her face. "Good." He said with finality.
"Because I need to show my mate here how fucking wet you are." He said stifling a laugh. At the same time he finished his sentence he pulled up the bottom of Sophies dress exposing her panties to the entire bar. Sophie gasped and felt herself blush, but she didn't say anything or try to move for fear of Matty hurting her again, and some other feeling in the back of her mind she couldn't pin down. Then, to her horror, she felt Mattys fingers curl under the elastic of the wasteband. Before she could react he pulled down her panties in one swift motion exposing her fresh shaved and soaking wet pussy to the entire bar! Sophie felt cold ice spread through her chest as her feelings of embarrassment and shame became almost overwhelming. There was also that other feeling that had been there for a while now that she was unsure about. She could hear Matty and his friend laughing but nobody else thankfully, because of the tables position in the corner, not a lot of people would be able to see even if they were looking in this direction. But there were a handful of people who could definitely see if they looked, and it was while she was thinking about these complete strangers in this seedy bar seeing her pussy and thinking she was just some cheap gang whore that she realised what the other feeling was. It was arousal, this horrible situation she was in, these strangers looking at her as nothing but a cheap slut, it was making her hornier than she could ever remember being before. She didn't recognise it at first because she would never have thought in a million years that that's what it could be.
