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.

feeling of the first cock to claim you. This should be a walk

anything about that before," she

cunt." James said, a note of anger

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 to this twisted game was

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

that scene so many times it scared her. "Don't do

I won't have to" he whispered in her ear, "If you play the game I promise you wont have to fuck all three of us today." It scared her that his

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?

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

easily. She noticed that James wasn't 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 he circumcised or uncircumcised? These were the questions that went through her mind. Violet's memories would be no help in this. It

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