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CHAPTER FOUR

"Fuck me, daddy!" She squeals in her soft voice. "Fuck me, fuck meee..." Her voice trembles as she begins to orgasm.

"Mmm, you fuckin' like that you little whore?" The man hisses aggressively into her ear. "Aargh... Fuckin' take it!" He groans as he tightens the grip on the back of her neck. The sound of his balls slapping up and down, crashing against her flesh, and the sound of the bed creaking from his intense thrusting fill the room. "Who's your daddy?" His breathy voice manages to utter as he groans and pants.

"You are... You are, daddy..." Emmy moans softly, her voice shaking from the sensation moving through her petite teenage body. The man below her is Brian Howard, the father of her best friend Kelly. His arms wrap around her supple body as he pumps into her hard and fast. She buries her face into his chest as he kisses her roughly on her forehead while gripping the back of her neck. She moans louder.

"Shh, baby." His voice whispers into her ear. "Uhhh..." He groans out in pleasure as he thrusts furiously up into her tight bald pussy. Emmy moans softly under her breath as they both breathe harder. "Aahhh... Aahhh!" He groans louder, feeling the cum begin to shoot up his throbbing cock. He holds her down firmly onto his chest, one arm going down to grab her ass and press it against his erupting cock. "Oh, baby... Oh, baby..." His eyes roll back as he slowly pumps into the best friend of his daughter. His cock continues shooting a huge load inside of her.

"Oh, daddy..." She purrs on his chest, the pleasure having overtaken her mind and body. She plants several gentle kisses on his chest, and he kisses her on the forehead while slowly stroking her soft hair. His wet cock flops out of her tight pussy as she gets off him and lays by his side, gazing up at him lovingly as he holds her close. "That was so good." She smiles gleefully.

"Yeah, it was..." Brian reciprocates her satisfied smile. "You're so hot, baby. I've been wanting to do that for so long."

"Me too." Emmy smiles further before nuzzling her face against his chest.

His arm squeezes her firmly before letting go. "We should clean up and get going." He says down to her before planting another kiss on her pretty head.

A few minutes later they are both dressed and about to leave. "Listen, if there's anything you didn't like about it you should tell me... I'm sorry if I got a little rough." He says while turning around to face her in front of the door.

"No, it was fine. I loved it." Emmy smiles up at him, having greatly enjoyed being pounded by her best friend's middle-aged father.

"Okay, cool... Just want to make sure." He feels a sense of relief. "No one can ever know we did this, I hope you understand why."

"I know." She nods up at him. "It's our secret."

"Awesome." He grins. "Come here, baby." He wraps his arms around her and hugs her sensually. "You're so amazing." Brian smirks down to her.

"I loved pleasing you..." Emmy replies softly as she gazes back.

They leave the hotel room like nothing happened. Brian is paranoid about being caught with her or raising any suspicion so he insisted they go to a hotel across town for an afternoon. Since she surprised him that night over a week ago with a blowjob he's been losing his mind with anxiety and excitement over it. Emmy ditched class this afternoon and he took off work just to have sex with her for the first time.



Since their heart-to-heart discussion a few weeks ago Emmy and her father Ray have kept in touch and have been slowly mending their fragmented and turbulent relationship. Emmy's resentment toward her father for abandoning her has lessened and she has begun to rediscover the affection she once had for him as a little girl; although she will perhaps always remain apprehensive about letting him back into her life completely. Tonight, however, she and her younger brother Danny are spending the evening with their recently returned father for old times' sake.

"Remember that time at the beach I freaked out about that jellyfish on my foot and fell over?" Ray asks nostalgically to his two children as they sit at Ray's kitchen table, playing a board game shortly after dinner.

"Yeah, that was funny." Danny laughs. Ray smiles as he makes a move on the board.

"God... I'm surprised you even remember that." Emmy responds. "You were only like five."

"I remember things from when I was five." Her little brother says.

"You collected a lot of sea shells that day for your collection, right Em?" Ray asks as he looks up to face his daughter.

"Umm... Yeah." Emmy replies nonchalantly as she texts her friend.

"Do you still do that?" Ray inquires while making another move in the game.

"No." Emmy answers as she looks up from her phone to make a move on the board.

"Oh... You had a pretty good collection." Ray says while noticing how glued she is to her phone. "You're addicted to that thing, Em. Give it a rest." He says with slight contempt.

Emmy sighs, "fine," as she puts it on the table.

"People really are obsessed with their phones these days, huh?" Ray says casually. "Guess I missed out on that."

Emmy sits with her knees bent. "You missed out on a lot of things." She says somewhat despondently as she rests her chin on her forearm which is on the top of her knees.

A moment of silence passes. "Yeah... I suppose you're right." Ray looks down, a fleeting thought of guilt overcoming him. "Crap... It's almost nine. I hate to cut this short but I better drive you back home."

"Aww..." Danny protests.

"I know, I know... But your mother wants you back by nine. Sorry big guy." Ray says.

"Can you drop me off at a friend's house? It's not far from mom's." Emmy inquires, having received an invitation through text to a house party.

Ray gets up. "Sure, sweetie. Let's go."

"Just give me a minute or two." Emmy says as she gets up and begins the walk to her father's bathroom with her purse. She dolls herself up.

In Ray's car they arrive at Danny's destination. "See ya, dad." He says while leaving the car.

"See ya later, buddy." Rays says as his son leaves. "So, uhh, what do ya think of my new place?" He asks Emmy as she touches up her face in the overhead mirror. Ray catches a side glance of her as he drives, remarking in his mind about how much of a woman she looks like now. And a very attractive one at that.

"It's... Nice." Emmy replies in a disinterested tone as she focuses on the mirror.

"It's only temporary until I find a better one." Ray retorts, knowing his new place isn't much. "I was lucky to find a two bedroom on such short notice. So I have a spare room in case, you know, if you or Danny ever want to stay the night or something. Would you do that, stay the night?" He asks somewhat apprehensively, not wanting to push it with her.

"Umm... Maybe." Emmy answers while closing the mirror and staring outside the window.

"Well, you're always welcome." He takes a right turn down another street. "I got my old job back."

"Mhm." Emmy mumbles.

"Just saying that if you ever need any money or anything..." Ray continues. "So, uhh, how are things at Chris's place?" He inquires, feeling uncomfortable about asking as he resents that she seems to like his former brother-in-law more.

"It's... All right." Emmy answers, hating the tension she feels whenever either one of them comes up in conversation when speaking with the other.

"You can't stay there forever is all. It's nice of him to let you stay there for a little while but soon you'll have to go home to your mother." Ray stops before adding himself to that ultimatum.

"Dad..." Emmy starts in an agitated tone.

"I know, I know... Sorry." Ray cuts her off, not wanting to have an uncomfortable conversation. "This it?" He asks as he drives slowly down the residential street.

"Yep, that's it." Emmy looks out the window.

"Listen, be careful and don't get into any trouble or anything, all right?" Ray requests, wanting to tell her to not drink and fool around with guys.

Emmy sighs and rolls her eyes a little as she collects her purse. "Mhm." She responds insincerely.

"Wait, here's some money in case you need it." Ray blurts out as he takes out his wallet. He hands her some cash.

"Dad... It's fine, keep it." She looks back to him.

"No, take it. Please just take it, in case you need it for anything or if you guys go out." Ray insists.

"Thanks." Emmy smiles slightly to him. "Bye." She opens the door and gets out.

"Bye, sweetie." Ray says loudly as she slams the passenger door. He watches her walk to the house, feeling a bit anxious, and hoping she doesn't hang out with a bad crowd or put herself in risky situations. He drives off, sighing in exasperation. He hates that she's as attractive as she is, that she's the object of desire for every straight guy out there. Ray missed out on that adjustment period between a father and daughter. His little girl went straight from an innocent angel to a sexy troubled teen. On the drive home he wonders how long she'll shut him out for.



Emmy stands there among the other teens, chatting and drinking alcohol while loud music plays. In the corner of her eye she notices the new arrival, bringing the total number of teens in the house to just over a dozen. She does a double take and her heart sinks when she realizes who it is. It's Tyler. She wishes she had never messed around with him. Emmy turns her back to him, hoping he doesn't notice her. She hears his arrogant voice through the music and decides to leave the room. "I'm going out for some fresh air." She says to her friend Kelly. Having downed the rest of her liquor, she hastily makes it out to the patio and folds her arms.

"Hey slut." A familiar voice is heard from Emmy's behind, soon followed by a hard slap on her ass. She flinches and gasps, startled. "I'd recognize that ass anywhere." She quickly turns to her right to see Tyler, the jock who has been using her for a few months and who she's been unable to resist.

"Ugh! Fuck off, asshole." Emmy exclaims angrily before punching him in the arm.

"Mmm... I like it when you fight back." He retorts menacingly as he strokes her hair a little, moving it behind her shoulder. "You look as sexy as ever." He grins while looking her up-and-down. Emmy is in one of her most standard outfits, tight leather jacket, tight jeans, and boots. "I love the way you dress, baby..." He says in a breathy tone as his hand goes down her lower back. Her black leather jacket is very form-fitting. It's fairly thin, studded around the lapel, collar, and shoulder, a shiny zipper zipped up to her mid-chest, similar shiny silver zippers on the pockets and cuffs, along with a jacket belt tied tightly around her thin waist. Her firm, perky, round C-cup breasts can be seen nicely through the leather. Her long thin legs are covered tightly by low-rising faded blue jeans with a white designer pattern on the back pockets. A black belt with studs squeezes her thin waist, making her petite bubble butt pop. A light pink lace thong rises just above the belt on her backside, partially covering her tramp stamp tattoo. Black leather boots cover her feet and calves, fitting tightly with three inch heels and a thin zipper running up the sides. "And I love your pretty head even more..." He says softly while gripping the back of her neck and tugging a little on her soft, voluminous dark brunette hair with a subtle dark red tint; it's done up in a layered style with side swept bangs and flows down her back. He leers into her deep brown eyes lustfully. She wears the usual black eyeliner and black eye shadow, and the usual faint pink lip gloss. "Come on, baby, don't be mad." He grins as he places his right index finger and thumb on her chin, feeling her smooth alabaster skin. He tilts her head up and leans in to kiss her, but she jerks her head away. He chuckles.

"Fuck you..." Emmy says softly while looking away, arms folded under her bosom. "You're a piece of shit."

"Come on." Tyler indignantly objects. "That was just a prank, we were fuckin' around."

"No!" She snaps as she turns to face him. "You've fucked with me for the last time. Go away and never speak to me again." Emmy angrily turns away from him.

"Emmy... I'm sorry." Tyler begins sincerely. "I know I've been an asshole with you. But you know why I keep coming back to you. It's because I love you." He steps closer to her as her backside faces him. He places his hands on her shoulders, the leather shines in the moonlight. "I broke up with her. I couldn't stop thinking about you..." Tyler speaks softly into her ear as she pouts. "I'm so sorry for treating you like shit. I'll admit it, I did use you. But I feel really bad about it and I want to start treating you right."

Emmy turns around. "What you did to me was really fucked up." She says softly up to him, remembering all that he's done to her and how he's toyed with her emotions. "You really hurt me." Her lip quivers.

"Baby... I'm so sorry." Tyler pleads as sincerely as he can. "I promise you things will be different." His hands go up to her face, cupping it up to him. "My heart breaks when I think about how I've treated you. I never realized until now that I had such an amazing girl in front of me this whole time."

Emmy is surprised at how sincere and emotional he's being. "Promise?" She asks innocently up into his eyes, thinking maybe he really has changed.

"Promise." He assures, smiling down at her. Tyler leans down to kiss her softly on the lips, their eyes closed. "Emmy... I know I fucked up and did some bad things. I hope you'll let me try again... Because I love you." He stares into her eyes, his hands on each side of her neck.

"Do you really mean it?" Emmy softly asks, her eyes welling up a little, her heart thumping.

"I love you, Emmy." Tyler says once again into her eyes.

"I love you too." Emmy reciprocates, smiling widely as he smiles back. He puts his arms around her and holds her lovingly. She moans softly into his chest.

"Come on, let's get out of here." Tyler says as he grabs her wrist gently. He leads her to his car.

"Where are we going?" Emmy asks curiously, smiling as she happily lets him lead her by her wrist.

"Where we can be alone." He says as he turns to face her in front of his nice car. They passionately make out for a moment before entering.



The car drives slowly up a dirt road and approaches a lakeside home. "This is my folks' summer house." Tyler says as he parks the car. "But it's ours tonight." He smiles as he turns to face Emmy. "Come on." He says as he takes her hand after she exits the passenger side. He leads her to the opposite side of the home, facing the still lake. They stand on the small dock.

"It's beautiful." Emmy says softly as she gazes at the reflection of the full moon on the water.

"Not as beautiful as you." Tyler says quietly as he holds her from behind and kisses her neck. She tilts her head into his and gently sighs. For a few moments they stay there in silence, he slowly moves her side-to-side as he holds her closely. "Come on, let's get inside before the downpour." He suggests as he feels a few rain drops on his hand.

They walk inside the house and he guides her to the main room. "Sup, bro." A young man says just after raising his head from the table, a snorting sound coming out of him. "This her?"

Emmy looks across the room as she stands there, observing the two young guys sitting around a table. "I thought you said we were going to be alone?" She asks softly up to Tyler with fretful eyes.

Tyler walks past her, ignoring her question. He grins at his two friends. "This is the one." A devious smile forms on his cocky face. He turns around to face Emmy. She looks at him with a concerned expression on her pretty face. "This is the dumb slut that I have wrapped around my finger." He chuckles sadistically, the other two imitate his laughter.

"You fucking asshole..." Emmy's voice cracks a little.

"That's why you love me, baby." He grins as he approaches her.

"Stay the fuck away from me." She speaks lowly, her heart breaking.

"Aw, what's a matter baby?" Tyler puts on a mocking voice. "You didn't think I really loved you, did you?" He chuckles. "You stupid whore." The snide cackles from the other two on the couch can be heard. Emmy backs away further, beginning to exit the door frame. "We just want to have some fun. Come have some fun with us, baby." Tyler encroaches further, his devilish smile widening. Emmy shakes her head, a frightened expression on her face as she looks up at him. Tyler lunges at her. She shrieks as he grabs her arm with one hand and then whips her into his body, grabbing the back of her hair with his other hand. He forces her back into the room, dragging her as she squirms and yelps helplessly. He presses her against a wall. "You know you can't resist me, baby." He says in a hushed tone into her ear as she squirms. "We're not going to hurt you." He strokes her head as his much larger body surrounds her. His hand goes down to pinch her cheeks. "I own this pussy." He says between his teeth as he leers into her eyes. "Don't I?" She nods slightly through his grip, her helpless and scared eyes looking back into his lustful gaze. She whimpers. His other hand goes down to her crotch area, pressing against her pussy over her tight jeans. "Are you going to be a good girl for us?" He asks in a baby-like voice, going back to stroking her hair with the back of his right hand. Emmy nods submissively, her body betraying her once more as she feels her pussy tingle.

Something suddenly comes over her and she feels a surge of anger. "See? Told you I own this stupid slut." Tyler turns his head to say to the two guys on the couch. Booming thunder can be heard as it begins to downpour. Just as soon as the word slut comes out of his mouth, his crotch is soon met with Emmy's knee. He keels over in writhing pain. Her heart thumps faster and she makes a run for the door. The two guys on the couch laugh in excitement and surprise. "Fuckin' stupid bitch..." Tyler angrily says as he gets up off his knee. He grunts angrily as he watches her run. He pursues her in haste, feeling a strong desire to punish her. She screams as the sounds of her high heel boots fill the hardwood hall, knowing he's not far behind.

"Nooo!" Emmy shrieks loudly as she feels him get closer. She opens the door but it's quickly slammed back shut by Tyler.

"Fuckin' bitch!" He angrily growls as he grabs her from behind.

"Let me go!" She yelps in her high pitched voice. He picks her up from behind, his arms wrapped around her petite waist. He carries her down the hall as she kicks and screams, squirming in his firm clutches. She's brought back to the room. He lets her go but still holds onto her arm. The other two guys look on as she flails, trying to escape. Tyler manages to grab her wrists and keep her arms still. "You embarrass me in front of my friends, cunt?" He hisses aggressively down at her as he squeezes her wrists, causing her to wince in pain. He shoves her harshly into the wall. She whimpers loudly, her mind and heart racing.

"Please!" She yelps desperately, cowering against the wall as he raises his hand. She shields herself with her arms. Tyler aggresively grabs her hands and holds them down.

"Stupid whore." He says with clenched teeth before slapping her across the face. His friends watch the scene, grinning. She has flashbacks of Keith.

Emmy's face stings from his swift slap. "I'll tell everyone you raped me." She says meekly.

"What?" Tyler asks indignantly. "You sucked my dick the first night we met. You wanted it. You wanted everything, slut."

"You took videos of me. You can get in a lot of trouble for that." Her voice trembles as she shakes nervously.

Tyler smirks. "What videos? You mean the ones that we erased?" He chuckles arrogantly. "Not before showing them off, though." He snickers back to his two friends. They laugh, having seen the videos of Tyler and Derek using her like a fuck toy. Tyler stares at her for a moment and feels a flash of rage. He belts her in the face again with the back of his right hand. She yelps back into the wall. Before she can recover, his hands wrap around her throat, gripping her thin neck. "Do you know who I am, bitch?" Tyler hisses angrily. "Huh?" He applies more pressure to her throat as she struggles to breathe. "Do you know how powerful my family is?" He leers into her eyes intensely. "Nobody threatens me. Ever!" He begins to lift her up off her feet, wringing her neck against the wall. She kicks and squirms frantically.

"Come on, man. Stop. That's enough." One of the other guys gets up and quickly rushes over to them. Tyler lets go, his face red. Emmy drops to her knees, coughing and catching her breath. Tyler's friend looks relieved, worried that it was being taken too far.

Tyler takes a deep breath before picking Emmy up back to her feet. "You better say thank you to Kyle, because he just saved you." Tyler says as he leads her to the couch. "How do you want her to thank you, Kyle?" Tyler asks.

"She can come sit on my lap." Kyle says as he sits back down on the couch. He gazes up at Emmy, loving how she looks.

"Well get to it, bitch." Tyler orders Emmy. She stumbles to the couch and sits on his lap.

"That's my cousin Kyle." Tyler says as he sits down with them. Kyle happily holds Emmy by her leg, feeling her arm around him. Kyle is a year older than his cousin Tyler. He's a frat boy at the same college Tyler plans to attend after graduation. He's tall and slightly chubby. "And that's his friend Jerrell." Tyler says before taking a swig out of one of the many bottles of liquor on the table. "Say hi, bitch." He leers over to Emmy as Kyle lustfully stares at her tight petite body.

"Hi..." Emmy says meekly.

"Sup." Jerrell responds, snickering a little after what he just witnessed. He's a black football player at the same college, of average height and athletic build.

"Here," Tyler passes Emmy a bottle, "drink up." She hesitates. "I didn't ask." He sternly reiterates. She does as she's told and takes a mouthful. Her neck aches and part of her face has a subtle red tint from the slapping.

"Yeah." Kyle nods approvingly as she drinks. "Let's finally get this party started. I think she's learned her lesson." He grins up at her, biting his lip a little as he feels his cock move in his pants from her tight ass sitting on it.

"Right on. You really fucked her up, T." Jerrell chuckles to himself before drinking.

"Told you I own this bitch." Tyler says confidently as he leans into the table and lowers his head. He does a bump of cocaine. "Ah..." He sighs as he raises his head back up. "That's good shit." Kyle continues to be fixated on Emmy. "Feel free to touch her anywhere, bro." Tyler tells him. Kyle's hands move all around Emmy's tight, supple teen body. She smiles at him nervously, feeling his large hands grope her body. Tyler looks on approvingly. Jerrell does a line of coke.

"Pass that bitch on down here, yo." Jerrell says. Kyle pushes her off and Tyler grabs her legs, passing her down to the other side of the couch. Jerrell bites his lip as she gets situated on his lap. "Sexy ass bitch." He says under his breath as he rubs her leg. Emmy half-heartedly smiles, thinking in her mind that she has no choice and hoping that they won't be too rough.

"First, you're gonna suck us all off. Then later on we're going to gangbang you." Tyler says as he passes her one of the bottles. She reluctantly drinks, her hand shaking a little. "Relax... We got just the cure." He chuckles and begins to put a tiny bit of cocaine on a switchblade, then snorts it up his nose. "Want some?" He asks politely as he faces her. She shakes her head as Jerrell continues rubbing her leg. "Come on." Tyler pleads. Emmy shakes her head again. He puts a little bit on the switchblade again and holds it up to her face. "Do it." He demands sternly. She hesitates but then does it, snorting it through one nostril. "Now the other." He says after putting a little bit more on. She does the other nostril. Kyle and Jerrell smile while watching her, both of them getting more erect and turned on. "That's my girl." Tyler smiles before downing some more alcohol. Emmy feels the sensation. "Good, huh?" He smirks.

"Yeah..." She says quietly, a slight burning sensation filling her throat.

"You can do more if you want." Tyler says. She gets off Jerrell's lap and sits between he and Tyler, thinking she might as well. Maybe it will help. Tyler grins widely as he leans into the table and cuts up two short, thin lines for her. Emmy leans in, her heart thumping. Jerrell looks down her backside, turned on by her slutty tramp stamp. She does the lines.

"Woo!" Kyle happily exclaims.

"Gonna turn you into a slutty coke whore." Tyler cackles as he strokes the back of her head, down to her neck. Emmy really feels the sensation this time. She coughs and the guys laugh. "Like it?"

"Yeah." Emmy smiles. "Can I do more?"

"Not yet." Tyler replies. "First you're gonna suck our cocks." He says as he relaxes into the couch and begins unbuckling his jeans. Emmy gets down on her knees in front of him. The submissive, hypersexual part of her can't help but be turned on. She follows his orders. "Good girl." He grins at her as she takes off his jeans.

"Hell yeah." Kyle grins as he begins to take off his pants.

"Dirty bitch..." Jerrell says under his breath. He, too, takes off his jeans.

Emmy lowers her head and begins taking Tyler's semi-erect penis in her welcoming mouth. Like so many cocks before, she expertly pleases him with her slutty mouth. Tyler lets out a hard sigh as he watches her work his stiffening cock. Emmy moans softly as her eyes gaze up at him submissively. Her pretty lips wrap firmly around his cock, slowing moving up and down along the shaft. She can't help but be turned on as she bobs her head up and down. Her soft left hand gently grips the base, her right hand rests on his thigh. No teeth, perfect suction, rhythmic pace, eye contact, her mouth salivating over his cock. The effects of the cocaine making her more enthusiastic and uninhibited. She moans softly as she feels his hard cock fill her mouth, pressing against her tongue. Emmy goes down further, taking more of his cock. Tyler groans under his breath as he feels the tip of his now throbbing cock poke the back of her throat. "Yeah... Take it." Tyler aggressively says as he stares at her pretty head bobbing up and down. "Take it." His hand begins to guide her up and down, gripping her hair a little.

"Bitch gives good head." Jerrell says as he slowly strokes his dick. Kyle watches quietly, transfixed on the action as he also strokes.

"Suck off Jerrell now." Tyler demands as he lets go of her hair.

Emmy rises up, panting a little as his cock pops out of her mouth. She crawls to her right. "Ahh..." Jerrell shuts his eyes as he feels Emmy put her mouth on his half-hard cock. It doesn't take long before his cock is fully erect. She eagerly glides up and down his shaft with her wet mouth, moaning softly in the process. She whimpers on the jock's cock as she feels it fill her mouth and throat. Her hand jerks his cock in unison with her mouth. "Yeah take that dick, bitch." Jerrell says as he watches his black cock disappear in her mouth. It's a bit bigger than Tyler's slightly-above-average piece. All three guys are glued to the action. The slurping noises get louder as Emmy eagerly worships his cock. Her submissive eyes look up at him as she sucks him off. Jerrell's large hand pushes her down on his cock and he begins to thrust up into her throat, pumping her face slowly. "Mmm... You like that, slut?" He groans. She whimpers helplessly as his cock plunges her mouth and throat.

"Don't forget about Kyle. He stopped me from choking you out after all." Tyler chuckles as he watches Emmy take Jerrell's black dick. Jerrell lets go of her. Pre-cum drips from Emmy's lip as his wet black cock glistens from her saliva and his pre-cum.

Kyle sits up in anticipation, his cock rock hard. He watches Emmy crawl over to him. His heart beats with excitement. "Aahhh..." He exhales slowly as his eyes roll back for a moment after he feels his cock enter Emmy's mouth. Her eyes look up at him as she makes eager slurping noises. His cock is just about average, but decently thick. She takes him in her mouth faster and faster. Her pussy is now wet, so turned on by all of this. She moans softly over his cock. Her soft right hand goes down to cup his balls and slowly rub them as she begins to deep throat his cock. Her hair bounces around as she quickly bobs her head up and down. Kyle breathes harder, feeling like he might cum.

"Stop." Tyler interrupts as his head rises from the table, having done another line of coke. "I have an idea." He stands up as Emmy takes her mouth off Kyle's throbbing wet cock. "You want more coke, slut?" Tyler says as he carefully organizes a small line of coke on top of his erect cock. "Come get it." She crawls over to him dutifully, kneeling before him as he stands dominantly over her. Her eyes gaze up at him, then go down to his cock. Her nose snorts up the line from his cock with the rolled up dollar bill and then she immediately begins to blow him again. "Let's surround this slut." Tyler says as he watches her worship his cock. Jerrell and Kyle stand up and form a circle with Tyler. Emmy slurps on Tyler's throbbing cock, staring up at him as he smirks down at her. Kyle gropes her from behind, feeling her tits. He nearly drools. Emmy whimpers and moans softly as she eagerly takes Tyler's cock down her throat while feeling her firm, perky tits get ravaged.

"Come here, bitch." Jerrell demands aggressively as he leers down at her, sticking his cock in her view. Tyler steps back a bit. Emmy rotates on her knees and immediately starts sucking off Jerrell. Kyle moves her hair back and pushes her head down on Jerrell's throbbing black cock, making her gag. "Yeah..." Jerrell smiles. "Suck these balls, bitch." Jerrell takes his cock from her mouth and jacks it upwards over her. Her mouth goes down to eagerly suck his large black balls. Her eyes gaze up at him as she tugs each testicle with her pink wet lips. She makes love to his sack. "Good bitch." Jerrell says as he enjoys the feeling. Then he slaps his wet cock on Emmy's pretty face.

"My turn." Kyle interjects, standing beside Jerrell. Emmy rotates once more and begins taking Kyle in her wet mouth, pre-cum dripping from her lips. Her head moves back and forth, slurping on his throbbing cock. She cups his balls as she works the head, gazing up at him as she moans softly. Then she deep throats, taking it all down her throat, her nose pressed against his pubis. Jerrell bends over to feel her tight ass and grope her tits from behind, admiring her tight petite body as he strokes slowly. Kyle breathes harder, groaning under his breath as Emmy services him. Tyler watches intently, so turned on by what they're doing to her.

"Got some more nose candy for you, slut." Jerrell chuckles a bit as he stands behind her. Kyle's cock pops out of her mouth, a trail of pre-cum falling to the floor. She turns around and is greeted by Jerrell's hard black dick with a small line of coke on top. She does the line, the white-on-black contrast disappearing. She takes his cock once more, sucking up the coke residue. Her mind is euphoric and the coke makes her feel even more hypersexual. Her head bobs on his stiff cock, looking up at him submissively as she moans softly.

"Here, slut." Tyler interrupts with a bottle of booze. "Let's get that mouth wetter." He hands it to her. Jerrell's cock exits her mouth. She downs some alcohol, panting a bit. Tyler takes Jerrell's place and grabs Emmy's head. "Time to fuck this pretty face." Tyler says aggressively before he plunges into her mouth with his throbbing cock. "Urgh... Take it, slut." He growls as he pumps quickly into her mouth and down her throat. Emmy kneels there helplessly, feeling his grip on her hair tighten as his cock penetrates her throat. His balls slap against her chin. Loud, wet suction noises fill the room as Jerrell and Kyle jerk off while watching. As tight as her jeans and jacket are, it's not as tight as the grip around Emmy's throat that Tyler soon applies when he bends his knees and his right hand reaches down to grip her throat. His left hand grips her hair on the top of her head, grabbing a handful to make sure her hair doesn't get in the way. His cock continues thrusting into her face as he grips her neck. Emmy's eyes well up as she looks up at him, his sadistic gaze back down at her making her wet. His throbbing cock slams in-and-out of her mouth and throat as he groans above her dominantly. The tip of his cock stabs the back of her throat over and over, her mouth and throat becoming increasingly sore. Tyler lets out a resounding exhale as he stops and pulls out of her mouth. "Dumb bitch." He pants. Emmy coughs and gasps for air. Tyler steps away.

Jerrell and Kyle step in front of her. Jerrell grabs her head and guides it toward his cock. "Suck this cock, baby." He says under his breath. She does as told and gets to work, eagerly slurping up and down his cock. Her free hand reaches to the side and jerks Kyle's cock. A moment later Tyler steps to Jerrell's side and grabs Emmy's hand and places it on his cock. Now she jerks off two cocks while sucking Jerrell. "Yeah..." Jerrell says in a breathy, horny tone. Emmy expertly jerks off Kyle and Tyler while maintaining rhythm with Jerrell. "This slut should be a porn star." Jerrell utters as he looks down at the great job she's doing. They chuckle a little.

Kyle steps closer, gripping his cock close to Emmy's face. She rotates and switches to his cock, looking up at him submissively. She doesn't skip a beat. She moans softly while slurping up and down on his cock. "Oh my fuck..." Kyle sighs as he bends his knees and strokes the back of her head as she sucks his throbbing cock. "I can't hold it anymore." His voice trembles a bit.

"Let's cover her whore face." Tyler suggests.

"I'll go after him." Jerrell says as he strokes his cock while watching the action.

Kyle grabs Emmy's head and tilts her face upwards. He strokes furiously over her face. "Aahhh..." The cum in his balls builds and builds. "Ugghhh..." He groans as his knees shake a bit. His cock begins to explode on her face, squirting ropes of hot cum across her face. "Fuck." He pants. Emmy sucks his cock slowly. "God damn." Kyle steps away.

Jerrell steps in immediately and jacks his cock over her face. "Lick them balls, bitch." He orders as he lifts his cock upward. She moves her mouth along his sack, sucking each testicle as he jacks over her face. "You want this nut, slut?" He asks aggressively as their eyes meet. She whimpers softly. "Urghhh... Take this nut, bitch." He grabs her head and tilts it up to him and points his cock over her face. "Aaahhh!" He groans loudly as his glistening black cock begins to shoot a huge load on her face. A thick, creamy load spurts out onto her face. "Oh fuck." He hangs his head in ecstasy. She gives his cock one last suck, before kissing the tip at the end while gazing up at him. "Aahh..." He moans as his sensitive cock gets sucked slowly one more time.

"Grand finale, slut." Tyler says as his cock enters Emmy's view. "You're always going to be my personal fuck toy, huh?" He asks in a hurried way as he jacks his cock over her cum-covered face. She whimpers submissively in agreement, looking up at him. He grins. "You're nothing but a worthless cum dumpster." He growls down at her before beginning to erupt on her face. She feels another huge load of warm cum land on her face. Tyler smiles down at her as he pants. "Good whore." He sighs. "We're not done with you yet. We're gonna fuck your brains out later, whether you like it or not. Gonna plug all of your little holes." He grins devilishly. Kyle and Jerrell grin as well. "Get upstairs and clean yourself up. We'll do some more coke when you get down. You're gonna need it for what we're going to do with you." Tyler says sadistically. Emmy gulps nervously as cum drips from her face. Her pussy throbs but her heart is filled with fear. She grabs her bag and heads upstairs to the bathroom.

Emmy stares into the mirror, wiping the jizz off her face with tissues. She's never felt so used. She's never felt dirtier. Even all those times with Keith, she's never been used quite like this. The shame begins to wash over her as she replays what happened in her mind. She can barely stand the sight of herself in the mirror as she laments on the promise she made to herself. Even if she was forced into doing what she did, she feels guilty. Combined with the intoxication and coke high, her mind whirls with emotion. Thinking about being gangbanged by them gives her a rush of anxiety. Emmy begins to frantically search for her phone in her bag, desperately wanting to be saved from this situation. In her list of contacts she stops at Chris, with 'Dad' right below. She hesitates for a moment, being indecisive on who to call. She bites her lip, staring at the door. Part of her wants to be a total slut and get used by them further. The right decision is made and she begins to call her uncle Chris, trusting him more than her dad.

"Emmy?" Chris answers.

"Hi. I hope I didn't wake you up or anything." Emmy responds calmly.

"Uh, no. No, it's fine. What's up?"

"I'm sorry." Emmy begins to tear up. "I'm so sorry." Her voice cracks a little as she tries to keep it together.

"Emmy, what's goin' on?" Chris asks in a concerned tone.

"I'm scared." She sniffs. "I need you, uncle Chris." Emmy she says helplessly in an innocent manner.

"What happened?" Chris inquires further as he looks very concerned, getting off his sofa. "Emmy, are you in danger?"

"I don't know." She replies. "I'm... At a friend's house and it's just me and three guys here and they're scaring me." Her mind races while trying to articulate the urgency of the situation without saying what happened so far.

"Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?" Chris asks sternly.

"Umm... No, no." Emmy answers. "But they said they want me to have sex with them..." She continues, not quite wanting Chris to know the whole story out of awkwardness and shame. It was hard enough telling him about Keith. "They said they're going to make me do it." She sniffs.

Chris' blood runs cold with adrenaline. "Where are you?" He asks while collecting his keys, wallet, badge, and gun.

"I don't know exactly. In a house by the lake. Like, twenty minutes from our neighborhood I think."

"I know that area. Is there any way you can find the exact address?" His mind races.

"Umm... I don't know." Emmy says as her finger tip is between her teeth.

"Uh, GPS. Do you have GPS on your phone?" Chris suggests.

"I'm not sure." Emmy says as she tries to remember ever downloading a GPS application onto her smartphone. "I think I do."

"Where are you now?"

"I'm in the upstairs bathroom." Emmy answers.

"What are they doing?" Chris asks, wanting to know everything about what's going on.

"They're downstairs drinking."

"Listen, I'm going to leave now. Are you OK until I get there? Tell me if anything else is wrong, Emmy. Tell me if they've hurt you or you think they're going to hurt you any time soon." His heart beats hard in his chest, feeling powerless because he can't be there for her right now.

"Yeah... I'll be OK. Nothing else is wrong. I can hold them off." Emmy lies, knowing she can't.

"Text me the address when you get it, OK?" Chris tells her. "As soon as you get it."

"I will."

"Emmy, it's going to be OK. I'll be there as quick as possible. Sit tight, stay in the bathroom if you can." Adrenaline pumps through him as he slips one arm into his jacket.

"OK... Thank you." Emmy says graciously.

"Everything is going to be OK, baby. I'm coming." Chris finishes putting on his jacket.

A loud tapping is heard on the door of the bathroom. "What's taking you so long?" Tyler asks loudly.

Emmy drops the call, putting her phone in her bag. "I'm still getting ready." She says, her voice shaking a little as she grabs her lip gloss with her shaking hand. Chris heard the knocking and the booming male voice shortly before Emmy hung up. He rushes out to his car, focused and determined.

The bathroom door opens. "Who were you talking to?" Tyler asks curiously, hearing her faint voice as he walked up the stairs.

"No one." Emmy says casually, trying not to shake or make him suspicious.

A moment of silence passes as Tyler watches her put on her lip gloss. "Hurry up." He demands. Just then a loud crack of thunder rains down from the sky, causing Emmy to jump and whimper. She's very anxious. "Wow, maybe we let you have too much coke." Tyler chuckles.

"I'll be down in a minute." Emmy faces up to him with a crooked smile.

He steps behind her and feels her perky, firm chest from behind while his lips get near her neck. "We're going to fuck you so good and hard, baby." He whispers into her ear before kissing her neck sensually and sniffing her hair.

"Mmm..." She lets out a forced moan, smiling into the mirror. "Can't wait."

Tyler grips her throat from behind with his left hand, his right hand going down to her pussy. "Such a good little slut." He whispers against her head as he roughly cups her tight denim-covered slit. Emmy whimpers up at him helplessly. He lets go of the hold around her throat, she gasps for air. "I love abusing you and seeing that scared look on your face." He grins deviously into the mirror while now holding her from behind just like he did when they had their fake sentimental moment by the lake not too long ago. He plants a kiss on the top of her head and then slaps her ass. He shuts the door and goes back downstairs.

Emmy faces the mirror, doing some deep breathing to calm herself down. She gets her phone back out and uses the GPS to track her location; then she quickly texts it to Chris. Taking a few more deep breaths, she finishes her makeup, mentally gathers herself, then heads back downstairs. She hopes she can stall them until Chris arrives.

Chris takes liberties with the speed limit as he focuses intently on the road, now knowing where Emmy is after receiving her text. The pouring rain rapidly falls down upon his car, the windshield wipers moving as quick as the thoughts in his mind. He grips the steering wheel with anger. He thinks about what he'll do to them if they've raped her.

"There she is." Tyler smiles as Emmy enters the room. "I almost didn't recognize you without my cum on your face." He snickers. The other two chuckle. Kyle licks his chops while staring at her. "Come here." He orders as he motions to his lap. Emmy sits on his lap, thinking about keeping it together until Chris arrives. And that can't be soon enough. Tyler hands her a glass of liquor. Emmy hesitates for a moment. He stares at her. She takes it and drinks it, hoping they didn't spike it with anything that would make her pass out. Tyler grins. Rap music plays in the background.

The next few minutes passes as Emmy bides her time, sitting on Tyler's lap on the chair across from the couch that the other two sit on. The two young jocks and the frat boy joke around and continue drinking. Emmy can only think of getting out of here, hoping Chris will show up any minute now. "What's wrong with you? Why are you so quiet?" Tyler asks in a suspicious tone as she stares off in the distance, his hand on her ass.

"She's thinking about tasting my dick again." Kyle grins in a joking manner. Jerrell chuckles slightly.

"Yeah, she did give good head, though. Shit." Jerrell says.

"Nothing." Emmy says quietly to Tyler, forcing a half-hearted smile.

"Maybe we need to get this bitch some more nose candy, bruh." Jerrell suggests.

"Not just yet." Tyler says as he continues to look into Emmy's eyes, wondering what's going on in her mind. He remembers hearing her voice in the bathroom. His suspicions grow stronger. "Come here. Follow me." Tyler says as he motions for Emmy to get off his lap.

"Dude, don't have her all to yourself. We gotta get this train running soon." Kyle smiles widely as he stares at Emmy.

"Hell yeah." Jerrell agrees, slapping Kyle's palm with his own, both of them excited to run a train on her.

Emmy follows Tyler into the hall, far enough away from the other two. He stops, then grabs her shoulders, pinning her against the wall. "Who were you talking to earlier?" He interrogates.

"No one, I was just talking to myself. I do that sometimes." Emmy says as casually as she can as she tilts her head up at him, trying not to show how nervous and anxious she is. Her heart thumps in her chest as Tyler leers into her eyes for a moment. Then his hand rises, her face flinches as she thinks he's going to hit her. It goes to the side of her head and he strokes her hair slowly.

"Relax." He smiles. Emmy forces a smile back at him. "I'm not going to hurt you." He says quietly as the back of his hand caresses her cheek. "You know that was all just a game in there, right? Just showing off for them, like when you were with me and Derek." Tyler begins, feeling a little worried about Emmy telling anyone about this night. "I didn't mean anything I did or said. You know how I get..." He says audaciously, knowing what he did to her not too long ago.

Emmy pouts up at him, not falling for his games this time, but willing to play along until Chris arrives. "You scared me. You really hurt me." Her sad eyes look up to him as she speaks softly.

"I'm sorry. I really am." Tyler tries to sound sincere. "Besides, I know you liked it." He smirks as he continues stroking her hair slowly, their faces and bodies inching closer. Emmy forces a slight smirk back. "That's my girl." Tyler says before going in to kiss her briefly. Emmy kisses back. "I just want what happened here tonight to stay between us." He says quietly into her ear before kissing her neck. Emmy places her hand on his chest and moans softly. His right hand rests on her hips and his left feels her perky chest. "I love you so much." His breathy voice whispers in-between kissing her neck.

"I love you too." Emmy moans softly back, though not meaning it. But neither does he. They begin to make out passionately, moaning into each other sensually. Tyler grips the back of her head slightly as they kiss.

"Let's go back in there." He says as he pulls away and grabs her wrist.

Emmy hesitates. "How about just me and you fuck?" She pleads desperately. "Please?" She cocks her head submissively, her helpless eyes gazing up at him.

"You don't want to fuck them?" Tyler responds as he turns to face her. He begins to feel a slight change of heart.

"No." Emmy shakes her head. "Just you. Please." She begs softly. Emmy hopes that if she has to have sex, then it's just with him.

Tyler thinks about it for a moment, really wanting to gangbang her but also not wanting to push it too far in case she squeals to anyone. "Come on." He says sternly, pulling her to him and pushing her along with him by her lower back. They return to the room.

"Tell them what you told me." Tyler says as he turns to Emmy.

"What?" She looks to him doe-eyed.

"Go on." He demands.

"Umm..." Emmy begins apprehensively. Jerrell and Kyle look up at her. "I told him that I only want to have sex with him." She blurts out.

Jerrell and Kyle chuckle. "Then how is my cousin getting into our frat?" Kyle says in the midst of chuckling. Emmy looks to Tyler, worried. He looks back sternly.

"If we don't run a train on you then he doesn't get in. It's called initiation." Kyle smugly informs her. "And I think the train has arrived." He says excitedly as he begins to get up, his eyes transfixed on her petite, tight body.

Tyler grabs her from behind harshly. "You're our fuckin' property." He says angrily into her ear as he holds her firmly.

"No!" Emmy screams as she kicks wildly in his clutches. Tyler takes her to the couch and slams her on it. Jerrell holds her shoulders, Kyle holds her boots, Tyler deflects her flailing hands and grips her wrists. She whimpers and squirms in desperation. "Nooo!" She screams as they grab at her.

"Let's get this bitch naked." Kyle says as he yanks at her boots.

"Shut the fuck up!" Tyler aggressively yells into her face as he covers her mouth. Her eyes bulge back at him, terrified. Just then a loud rapping is heard on the front door. They don't hear it but Emmy does as her eyes look to her side in the direction of the door. The three guys begin to get horned up as they grope her, undoing her belt buckle and zipping her boots and jacket down. Then another loud bang at the door. The three guys freeze and cease their groping. "Keep her quiet." Tyler orders as he goes to the door. Jerrell covers her mouth as she resists.

Tyler approaches the door curiously, looking through the side panel and seeing a distorted figure from the rain. He begins to turn the knob. He's forcefully pushed back as the door is kicked open. "Police! Don't move!" Chris shouts loudly as he draws his gun, not knowing who these guys are or if they've got weapons. He enters the house quickly. Tyler's back is against the wall, shocked and frightened. "Hands up!" Chris demands aggressively. Tyler begins to open his mouth as his hands go up. "Shut up! Where's Emmy?" He asks, his gun at half-mass. "Where's my niece?!" He reiterates louder, his booming voice echoing.

"Here." Tyler says meekly as his hands shake. He slowly walks toward the room where Emmy is in. Chris follows.

"Hands up! Now!" Chris demands as he points his gun at Jerrell and Kyle, who have been frozen in place since the commotion, having let go of Emmy. "On the ground with your hands behind your head. All of you." Chris orders them. "Now!" He shouts loudly as they hesitate. They do as they're told. Tyler shuts his eyes, knowing they're fucked.

Emmy is curled up on the couch, feeling ravaged after their attack. She's shaking. "Uncle Chris..." Her voice trembles as her eyes tear up.

"Baby... Come here." Chris says softly. "Get behind me." Emmy gathers herself and walks behind Chris, feeling a huge sense of relief. "Did they..." Chris begins as he turns to her.

"No." She quietly shakes her head.

"Just stay here as I take care of this." Chris says, leaving Emmy in the door frame. "Trying to rape my niece, huh?" He kicks Tyler in the ribs.

"Ahh!" Tyler bellows.

"We didn't do anything!" Kyle pleads.

"Doesn't look like it." Chris looks around the room, noticing the alcohol and cocaine on the table. He steps back to face Emmy. "What do you want done here? I can have all of them in jail." He says quietly to her.

"I just want to go home." She gently sobs with her arms folded.

"OK." Chris nods, putting his free hand on her shoulder and rubbing it for a moment. "Go wait in the car." Emmy leaves, getting one last look at Tyler as he looks up at her from the ground.

"My family is powerful..." Tyler begins. "My dad is Richard Aldenberg, the real estate developer. That guy there is my cousin. His dad is the politician Aldenberg." He says, using his family name as he usually does when he wants to get his way or weasel out of something.

"I don't give a shit. You tried to rape my niece." Chris retorts sternly, knowing the Aldenberg family. He knows they can get their boys out of anything. "All of you take out your wallets, I want to see some ID's." They do as they're told and Chris collects them. "Don't move." He begins to go through them.

"Are you even a real cop, man? Where's your backup? Your uniform?" Asks Kyle nervously.

Chris flashes his badge to them. "Off-duty." He says while continuing to look at their ID's. "All of you can be in big trouble." He starts. "The alcohol, the drugs, the attempted rape. Maybe I'll call for that backup after all and have you boys thrown in jail."

"She was willing." Blurts out Tyler.

Chris' eyes bulge out. "Get up." He demands. Almost as soon as Tyler gets up he furiously shoves him to the wall and presses his sturdy forearm against his neck. Tyler fearfully looks back at him. "I'll fucking end you." He says aggressively as a vein bulges in his forehead and his face turns red from rage, a psychotic stare beaming from his eyes into the terrified high school senior.

"Look, man. We didn't do anything." Tyler pleads desperately as his voice shakes and his heart thumps faster.

Chris sticks his gun in Tyler's mouth. The young man's eyes bulge in shock, tears starting to flow. "How does it feel?" Chris hisses through clenched teeth. "Huh?!" His faces bulges. Tyler whimpers helplessly in a panic. Jerrell and Kyle look on from the ground, in shock and fear. Chris jams the gun down his mouth and throat. He looks down, noticing a liquid running down Tyler's legs. "You pissing yourself you fucking pussy?" His face rises back up to meet the young jock's, saying in a disgusted manner. "On your knees." Chris demands. Tyler slowly sinks to his knees helplessly. He pulls the gun out from his mouth and steps back. Tyler breaks down in tears on the floor. Chris snickers and shakes his head. "I'm not taking any of you in." He begins as he holsters his gun. "Throw away the booze and coke. Flush it." He strongly orders them. "And if any of you ever speak to or come near my niece again, I'll fucking kill you." He seethes and then makes sure they see him take their identification cards. "I will." Tyler sobs on the ground, drenched in his own urine. Jerrell and Kyle are frozen on the ground. Chris begins to walk away, then stops. He turns around and boots Tyler in the ribs again, he cries out in pain. Then he takes out his gun and points it at Kyle and Jerrell who were attempting to get up from the ground. They freeze in fear. "I know who all of you are." He says coldly into their eyes before holstering his gun again. He exits the house and joins Emmy in the car. Chris decides it's not worth it to turn them in, considering their family connections and especially after the misconduct he displayed. And because he doesn't want to drag Emmy into a legal battle. He hopes that he scared them enough.

"What did you do to them?" Emmy curiously asks her uncle as she turns to him.

Chris turns the ignition and takes a deep breath as the rain pelts the vehicle. "I put the fear of God into them." He replies while looking straight ahead. Emmy looks at him, finally feeling safe and secure.



It's the next day, a Saturday. Emmy and Chris didn't speak much on the ride home from his niece's ordeal. He had told her to just go to bed, that they'll speak more about it the next day. They did, however, share a tender moment as they got home when she hugged him and thanked him for rescuing her. "Emmy, can I come in?" Chris gently knocks on the door to her room.

"Yeah..." Emmy says softly as she lays on her bed, reading a textbook.

"Oh, you're studying." Chris says as he enters. "I won't bother you." He says as he begins to turn around, glad that her nose is in a book.

"No, it's OK." Emmy retorts as she puts down the book. She rarely studies on a weekend but she's been starting to take school more seriously. She sits up on the bed. Her room is nearly identical to her old one at her mother's place; a pink, black, and purple color scheme with some of her old furniture, posters, and other trinkets. Along with her furry pink comforter. Chris has been very generous with letting her take over his spare room.

"I want to talk about last night." Chris begins as he approaches her and sits beside her on the bed. "How did it start, how did you even end up there? What's your relationship with that kid?"

Emmy looks down uncomfortably, wrinkling her nose a little. "He was a friend. I liked him. He said it would just be the two of us there..." She continues to look down. She gulps nervously. "Then... I saw his friends there. He grabbed me and told me they were going to do what they wanted." Her voice speaks softly.

"What did they do?" Chris asks, his heart sinking.

"Nothing." Emmy is quick to reply. "Well, they almost did." She lies, not wanting to tell him about taking three loads on the face from them. And enjoying it.

A brief moment of uncomfortable silence passes. "What about the drugs and booze? Did you have any?" He inquires curiously, trying not to turn this into a police interrogation.

"Um..." Emmy begins.

"Emmy..." Chris says in a disappointed tone.

"They made me." She blurts out while looking up.

"The coke, too?" Chris says as his left thumb and index finger rest on his eyebrows as he shakes his head.

"Yeah..." Emmy admits, feeling guilty.

"That's dangerous, Em."

"I know."

"You're not going to do it again, are you?" He asks.

"I won't. I promise." She says hastily up at him.

"You better not. Don't get mixed up in that shit." Chris says back into her eyes. "And I know you drink regularly." He shakes his head again, sighing. Emmy remains silent, looking down uncomfortably. "Well," Chris gets up, "it's over. They're not going to bother you again." He moves closer to the door. "I don't know, Em." He turns to her. "I don't know what to do with you." She looks up at him with sullen eyes. He folds his arms. "You keep putting yourself in these situations. I just wish you would stop being such a..." He stops himself from saying slut.

"A what?" Her voice says in an enraged tone up at him, her eyebrows furled.

"Nothing." Chris exclaims as he unfolds his arms.

"It wasn't my fault!" She indignantly yells up to him, her eyes beginning to tear up.

"I know, sweetie. I'm sorry, forget I said anything." He feels bad about what he inferred. He has no experience with children, especially teenage girls. His honest, brash way of talking isn't the best approach when dealing with sensitive and troubled teenage nieces.

She groans in frustration. "Urgh... I can't believe you blame me." She begins to sob.

Chris' face turns sympathetic. He feels guilty. "Baby... I don't blame you. I just wish you'd stop acting out. I know that you're, uh, a certain way from all that's happened to you..." He says sincerely as he approaches her. His hand reaches to rub her shoulder.

She jerks away from him. "Go away! None of this is my fault! Fuck you!" Emmy yells angrily with tears flowing from her eyes.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry..." Chris says as he tries again to rub her shoulder.

"You're not my dad." Emmy says coldly, in a more calmer tone as she moves further away from him.

"I know..." Chris exhales. "You're not going out tonight. For once." He says in a more authoritarian tone, beginning to feel frustrated with her. He hopes to instill some discipline in her.

"I'll do what I want." Emmy says indignantly as she holds onto her pillow on her lap. "I'll leave if you want me to." She says softly and then sniffs while resting her chin on the pillow.

"You're staying in tonight. I told your mom that Danny could come over and stay the night. You're going to look after him because I have to work until midnight." Chris says as he begins to leave. He shuts the door. Emmy slams her fist on her bed defiantly. She feels betrayed at what he insinuated, or maybe she's bothered by the truth.

For the remainder of the afternoon Emmy ruminates on her argument with Chris and the events of the night before. She begins to think about the possibility of running away. She doesn't feel welcome with Chris anymore. She can't stand to live with her mother again. And still doesn't forgive her dad, plus it would be too awkward. She wishes she had the money to do what she wanted. She could get a job but it wouldn't be enough. Emmy thinks for a long time about running away and supporting herself. She gets hung up on the question of money, which she needs. An idea comes to her as she browses the internet, finding an article talking about sex workers. The topic interests her and she spends time learning about the sex industry and reading the experiences of many different women. One woman said she was having lots of sex but not getting paid for it. The sex worker argues that there's nothing wrong with continuing to have lots of sex - only now you're getting paid for it. She talks about how she has a nice lifestyle with her profession, which is safe and controlled. Emmy begins to think about that lifestyle for her. If she likes having sex and knows there's lots of guys who would paid really good money to f