Just One Drink; 7

"Go on slut," he said, letting his left hand wander down her body, across her tiny tits and dangerously near her pussy. "Fight me. Expose me." The moment lingered and then just as suddenly as he had started, he let her go. "Exactly. Fighting isn't really your thing, which is unfortunate because I love a good fight, but you're only capable of struggling in private." Violet blushed hard, not just because of how right he was, but because of how wet his actions had made her. Her panties were probably already visibly damp, and she was more afraid of people finding out than of what he might do to her.

"You've made your fucking point," she spat at him, "You can do whatever you want to me whenever you want to, so just tell me what you want already so I can go home and start my essay."

"My poor little Violet," James said, sardonically, "I've taken pity on you, and I've come to offer you a chance at redemption. I've decided that if you want to, we can play a little game, and if you win I'll destroy my copy of the tape and never talk to you again. Would you like that? To be a free woman instead of my own personal slut?"

Violet swallowed hard, looking for the trick. "A game, huh? And what do you get if I lose?"

"Why," he answered matter of factly, "then you have to go on a date with me. A consensual date of course. Dinner and movie. The whole deal. You have to do it of your own volition and try to have a good time. Heads or tails - you win either way, what do you say?"

"I say it sounds too good to be true," she answered suspiciously.

her, "What happened to the cute trusting Violet I used to know? It seems like only a week ago you were so sweet and kind you'd let strangers bring you

her voice. "I'm not giving you an answer until you tell me what the game is, so if

maybe sometime next week I'll show up and do whatever I want to you, and I'll claim your soul and your cunt one terrible

kind and monstrous was something Violet had no idea how to handle, but every time he did it, it made her think he was a true sociopath. A person with actual feelings just couldn't do that, could they?

to go to a business a friend of mine has, and we're going to play a little game. If you can pick the dick that took your cherry, then you win, but if you pick either of the other two guys, then you lose? Simple right? I mean, a first fuck is special in the life of any woman, even a fucked up slut like you. Surely you can remember all the details of such an important night, right? There's no way that a woman as respectable

rubbing it in that she couldn't remember anything. Well the joke was on him. She had met Thomas already this week, and she'd never forget that face as long as she lived.

started walking, "Now come

Violet asked, hurrying to catch up with him. "Right now? You already arranged it? How did

Violet, there's precious little

on that as they walked, continuing on in sullen silence. They left the park heading away from campus, and as they went the neighborhood got more run down, and the businesses seedier, and the graffiti more plentiful. Finally, a couple miles from her dorm, James came to a stop in front of a rundown adult

closed as he went. Inside it was even

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