Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 4

"So, what did you..." Violet started, before she was immediately interrupted.

"Don't worry about that just yet Violet. You've had a long day. Eat now and then we'll talk after."

She didn't have to be told twice and wolfed down two slices before she even started to slow down. She wasn't hungry - she was famished. It wasn't until halfway through the third slice as the urgency faded, she slowed down and started to look suspiciously at her guest. "So, what is it you think you know," she asked warily, "and why do you think I'd care, or that anyone would believe you?"

James regarded her for a second, his eyes unreadable, before he started speaking. "You probably don't remember this, but I helped you get home last night, me and my roommate, actually. You were pretty wasted, and well, let's just say that after we got you here safe, I left and went home alone."

"But your roommate stayed? And you let him do this to me?" tears started to well up in her eyes, "How could you? You had to know what would happen."

"Of course, I knew," he countered, "I told him to go home... You gave a more mixed message, and he decided to listen to you and stay a while. That's hardly my fault, is it?" "You're saying I..." Violet felt the sadness turning to rage inside her. "I would never..."

"Shh, calm down Violet. Calm down. I agree. You never would. Not sober anyway." her guest reassured her, "but you were wasted last night, so there's no telling what happened."

"I wouldn't," she whispered, pleadingly, less sure now that her righteousness faded.

"And I believe you, but that's not what I heard from him when he got back to the room this morning. Lucky for you, I was worried something like this might happen, so I left my gopro on your bookshelf to keep an eye on you."

of weirdo would... Why would you..." Each question she asked died in her throat, until "What does it show?" She didn't really want to know the

in the other room, so we can find out any time you're done eating," James said, casually leaning back

dorm room that doubled as a living room and bedroom, and after a quick adjustment of angle, she had a pretty good view of the whole space." "Listen," she could hear James's voice from the TV. "I know she said we could stay the night here if we wanted, but she's pretty wasted man. She might be into it tonight, but tomorrow she might be

that happens tonight, it's not like she'll remember who she did it with, Will

glassy eyes towards them, and

you don't mind if we stay a while and get to know you better, do you?" The stranger said, repeated the unasked question earlier for the poor drugged girl. "No," she said sleepily as she started to lay back down, "After all

"Aww, man - where are you going? Come on. Let's double team this slut." he called out to the sound of retreating footsteps. "Fine. We'll just have fun without you." he said as

said, this time

dress." Here it was. This was the moment when she expected to hear herself tell this creep no. To tell him that she didn't want this. That he needed to stop. Instead, after another minute in which he'd pulled her skirt up to grope her ass, all she did was sigh wistfully at the

feel even better? I know just how to give you

flush red with shame, powerless to stop any of it. This wasn't what happened, she was sure -

her. He put his hand on her shoulder, and to her credit she only flinched a little bit. "He said that you practically

on the verge of breaking down again, when James swept her up into

know, Violet, I know. It's going to be okay." James said, comforting her. Earlier she'd thought she let out all of her pain and shame, but she was surprised to find that bottomless reservoir of hurt had refilled while she

mean," Violet asked, confused, "Why wouldn't I just give this tape to

should, but there's some pretty terrible things on this tape. And all those details are going to come out sooner or later. Then everyone will know how much you enjoyed it. Everyone will