Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 8

Violet tried hard not to smile as he said the last bit, not wanting to reveal her trump card. "Fine," she agreed, not able to keep all of the petulance out of her voice. "Let's just get this over with." "Good girl," James said, handing her a lipstick.

"What's this for?" Violet said, examining it and discovering it was a shade of particularly whorish red.

"I don't want any confusion or take backs, so when you decide which guy is your Romeo, I want you to leave a bright red kiss on him so we can compare..." James explained.

"You want me to kiss my fucking rapist?" Violet interrupted.

"I want you to kiss the man you think is your rapist, but I doubt you will succeed, yes." James' tone brooked no argument, and after a second of staring at him in rage, she opened the lipstick and started applying it.

He smiled and let her back to the booths, opening up the first one. Each one was a stall with a monitor for watching porn, and there was a hole in the wall that a cock was sticking through. Violet's mouth went dry, "I thought you wanted me to pick him out of a line up," she stammered.

of the first cock to claim you. This should

that before," she argued,

James said, a note of anger creeping into his voice. "I

a figure of speech - that you were just being crude for dramatic effect," Violet backpedaled, her heart sank now that she knew that even though she knew exactly what her rapist looked like, it would do her no good at all. The only reason she'd agreed

guess you feel pretty fucking stupid for not asking more questions, slut," James responded, his eyes gleaming with malicious joy. "Because these guys came all this way to play, and if you don't want to now, then I'm going to have to give them a consolation prize, and we can see just how much you enjoy being a three hole slut like you were on my

that scene. She'd masterbated to that scene so

the game I promise you wont have to fuck all three of us today." It scared her that his words reassured her, but they did all the

average sized, and circumcised. There was nothing about it that made it memorable, but the idea that it could be her rapist's cock repulsed her. She would look at all three before she decided, but based on the height of her rapist, she was leaning towards no. These things were supposed to be proportional, right? Did that mean that short guys had small dicks? Didn't people watch midget porn because they were hung or something? She couldn't remember, but these increasingly bizarre tangents swirled in her head as she walked to door

to the dim recesses of her mind, trying to recall if the glans that had been forced into her mouth was shiny or dull... hooded or cut. But there was nothing. Nothing definitive anyway. It was sad, because if she could have just remembered that fact, it would

around now. Did that mean he was one of these dicks, or was he just filming her struggling to make this decision like the perv he was. It didn't matter. All that mattered is that she had a 50/50 shot of being free from his sick little games, and she was going to take it. Was he short or average? Was

up to the smallest of the three and with obvious disgust, left a bright red kiss on the dick's tip before stepping back. At an unseen signal, all three dicks withdrew from the holes, and a few seconds later, all three men started to walk out of a