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 his backpack and waved it at her to show her, he'd put it away already. "What kind 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 answer to this last question, but her desire not to know was

set up my laptop in the other room, so we can find out any time you're done eating," James said, casually leaning back while he

that doubled as a living room

the stranger's voice said, "If she even remembers anything that happens tonight, it's not like

her glassy eyes towards them, and the camera. "Huh?

unasked question earlier for the

going? Come on. Let's double team this slut." he called out to the sound of retreating footsteps. "Fine. We'll just have

Violet said, this time without rising

one of his hands slide down to her ass and the hem of last night's 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 feeling for a little while, before murmuring, "that feels

to feel even better? I know just how to give you the

to her give in like this made her flush red with shame, powerless to stop any of it. This wasn't what happened, she was sure - there was

a little bit. "He said that you practically begged him to fuck you, and when he wasn't enough for you, he... Well, none of

I couldn't." She was on the verge of breaking down

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 ate. "Now you have all the

do you mean," Violet asked, confused, "Why wouldn't I just

this tape. And all those details are going to come out sooner or later. Then