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.

to claim you. This should be

anything about that before," she argued, feeling

certainly did cunt." James said, a note of anger creeping into his voice. "I told

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

if that's what you thought, then I 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

whimpered, remembering that scene. She'd masterbated to that scene so many times it scared

wont have to fuck all three of us today." It scared her that his words reassured her, but they did all the same. He would toy with

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 number two and opened

second cock was shorter than the first one at maybe 5 inches, and uncircumsized. Could she at least remember that, she thought, reaching back 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 dramatically have increased her odds. Reluctantly she walked to door number 3 and opened it. The last cock was circumcised and bigger than the first two. At almost 7 inches it was thick, heavy, and almost certainly

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 he circumcised or uncircumcised? These were the questions that went through

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 door to the back room. James was the only one still wearing clothes, and he had zipped up his pants. The other two were stark naked, and she was incredibly saddened to see that