I couldn't have seen this coming. The thought raced through her head as hands groped blindly at Rachel's thighs, roughly ignoring her dying protests. The cold chill of the air brought her briefly back to reality as she was dropped on the dirty floor. Shivering, she tried collecting herself, adjusting to this new reality. Struggling to cleanse her mind of memories from only moments before and accept her fate.
No one who knew Rachel would have ever called her a whore; or thought even briefly that such an innocent and kind girl could be used only as an object for someone's sexual gratification.
She was quiet and reserved, though not lacking in kindness or compassion. Many knew her well, but cared more for their own image than the woman she had become. At 19, Rachel had blossomed into the beautiful girl next door, the daughter every nosy neighborhood man lusts after in the privacy of his own mind.
It would have been too easy to point to her 34 DD breasts as the objects of desire, though not altogether inaccurate. But their ample size was not obvious unless she went without a bra. Pushed against the fabric, Victoria could keep the secret of Rachel's real size. More stunning were her legs, long and toned from years of volleyball. She was easy on the eyes, though it was often harder on men to watch those legs without staring at her ass when she walked away
While it was rare the occasions in which she showed off with tops, she was a tease to every man in just her shorts. Under the guise of Christian modesty, she presented herself constantly to the men around as a sexy goddess.
Always bending and reaching, perpetually priming and picking her moments to illicit her favorite reactions. She certainly was a tease, but a subtle and unique unicorn, teasing herself from experiencing the sexual thrills she really craved.
Only one man had ever talked her into intercourse, though many others had tried. She had kept her chastity throughout her high school years, but she had learned to walk that fine line between self control and self abuse, even if occasionally skating near the edge of abuse. Sex was still so foreign, so new and so fun! Her mind constantly steered itself towards the subject.
On the outside she was the perfect southern college student, sweet with simple tastes and desires in her boyfriend. On the inside her mind played sexual gymnastics with her body, driving her towards darker and darker fantasies, more twisted and perverse desires.
She'd been tied up and spanked, but who hasn't? But she found herself thinking of her body as merely a tool for her boyfriend, independent of desire, useful only in pleasing a man. The thought often sent her juices spilling down her leg and on more than one occasion, she found herself allowing strangers to violently fuck her throat only to leave her longing to fill that void, aching and glistening for relief.
It was spontaneous, dirty, slutty and dangerous, but that was all part of the thrill in being a man's sex toy. But then she would clean off her tits (she only ever swallowed for her boyfriend), pull her shirt back on and resume her double life, aroused that no one knew what a whore she'd been.
But this isn't one of those stories. Her tastes for the evening were more reserved, though certainly condemned by her conservative mother and their equally conservative church in Texas.
She was going go see a musical with the theatre fag she had recently befriended. Of course he was the stereotypical gay friend: tall, dark, handsome and hung and such a dirty little cock tease!
Of course he would be the perfect gentleman for the evening. He would be dressed sharply in some kind of designer suit (when not in drag) giving her the full boyfriend experience without his usual charge. He had promised tickets her tickets to Phantom of the Opera for weeks and one of his clients had finally hooked him up, which is why the last minute cancellation text left her so frustrated.
Sorry dear, hard day at work haha. The tickets are the counter, take whoever, I have to take (more like be taken by!) this client. I will make it up to you. XOXO Ian.
He was cancelling their date for sex! Of course he was his job and the only reason he could afford to spoil her with nice evenings out, but still she felt jealous with her boyfriend back home. There was also the sneaking suspicion that since Ian hated Phantom, he had simply taken the hard way out of taking her.
She didn't really know anyone else in the city, but she had already done her make-up. Ian had already taken her out to buy her the sexiest dress. The dress hung down from her neck, leaving her shoulders bare and her back inviting. Even those averting their eyes couldn't help seeing the sides of her boobs in this flowing black gown, perhaps he had deliberately chosen it for that reason.
Regardless she looked absolutely gorgeous, if a little whorish. And with the money
Ian had thrown about to dress her in the finest fashion, she looked sultrier than even the highest paid call girl. Though she imagined at the theatre no one would ever suspect her finding satisfaction in parading her body around.
She noticed the looks on the streets from the creeps mostly when hailing a cab, then from the driver. She thought she might have been imagining things at first, but the cabbie adjusted his mirror more than once and didn't have the normal rush to finish the fare.
He talked awkwardly through crooked teeth and a horribly trimmed half goatee half moustache monstrosity. She figured he knew he didn't stand a chance and was harmless, and so ignored his efforts and focused instead on the evening.
