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A DAMAGED TEEN SLUT - CHAPTER SIX

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The sound of heels clicking on the sidewalk, infrequent passing vehicles, and gentle sobbing fill the autumn air as an aimless, mistreated and misunderstood girl named Emmy walks without a home. She stops abruptly as she stands on the outskirts of suburbia, about to enter the city. Her arms folded, she looks around while she contemplates what she's going to do. Her father might be all she has left, despite her reservations. With her phone up to her ear she begs to hear her father's voice, looking down into the dark city streets. Her heart sinks further the longer it rings, feeling vulnerable and alone in the middle of this uneasy night. "Fuck..." Her soft voice rings out in frustration. Let down again by her estranged father. She closes her eyes, pouting for a moment, fighting back tears.

Continuing to anxiously walk, Emmy ruminates to herself. The isolation of her life up to this point, of not having anyone to rely on, to trust. The words and smack from her Uncle still sting. Her dysfunctional mother, her absentee father, neither she can trust. Tear drops fall from her face as she walks, arms folded, head down. The shame of selling herself for money. The painful memories of being raped, abandoned, used. Her gentle sobbing trembles under the pressure. Out of the corner of her view she eyes some young men outside of some small building. She hopes to be left alone, given her history with strange men.

"Hey, ma!" One of them echoes in a playful manner. "Wanna come party with us?" Emmy pretends she didn't hear it and walks faster, her heart beating in fear. The young man jogs up to approach her from behind. "Hey, I was talkin' to you. Come have some fun with us, pretty lady." He demands in a fairly aggressive tone, grabbing her arm. Emmy jerks her arm back swiftly, picking up the pace. "Bitch!" The man bellows incredulously as his group of friends laugh. Emmy continues to walk quickly away, turning a corner as her heart pounds. She looks back, relieved that she's not being followed.

More frantic sobbing fills the cool air as Emmy walks, feeling scared about being vulnerable and alone at this hour in this part of town. She also feels especially at risk because of the money she's carrying in her bag. To lose that would be to lose her way out, all that she's sold herself for. A brief respite is near as she notices a strip mall approaching. Emmy walks up to the liquor store, standing outside. She craves alcohol, to be drunk and forget about everything, but she's too young to go in and purchase any. Standing straight with arms still folded, she looks around curiously, then begins to carefully wipe the residue of her tears away. "Please pick up..." She desperately pleads under her breath as she attempts to contact her father again. Nothing. She hangs her head back. Emmy receives a text from Chris, wondering where she is and if she's all right. She contemplates going back to him but decides to lie and tell him she's at her father's place.

A car pulls up and a man walks out. Emmy looks away as he passes to go inside the liquor store. She peaks in to observe, feeling a growing urge to drink. She looks away as he begins to walk out, contemplating. "Hey!" She speaks up, trying not to sound nervous or afraid. The man, about to get back inside his car, stops and turns around to face the young voice. Emmy walks up to him. His eyes look her up and down, of course noticing that she's a very attractive young girl. "Um... Can you buy me some alcohol?" She asks frankly, tilting her face up to him, saying in a casual manner.

"Hey, uh..." He begins, looking around. "Uh, no, no I can't do that." He answers. "Sorry." He opens his car door.

"I'll suck your dick." Emmy blurts out, feeling embarrassed. The man looks back. Emmy looks down, blushing a little, then forces herself to smile up at him. He fails to respond, of course being confused. "I'll pay you too. I just need you to buy it for me. Please." Emmy begs softly.

"Uh, what?" He replies. "Is this some kind of joke or something?" He asks, looking around to see someone else, maybe a boyfriend that's going to jump out of nowhere and attack him. This just doesn't happen to him, or to almost any man. Of course he would think it's an attempt to be lured into something.

Emmy's main weapon is sex. It's what she does best, it's been built into her head for years that she's only good for that and nothing else. She knows what men are, what they want. Her looks, her sexuality is her only source of esteem and validation. Her main bargaining chip. "I mean it. Buy me a bottle of hard liquor and I'll blow you." Emmy blurts out again.

"You can't be serious." The man nearly chuckles. "How old are you even?" He asks.

"Old enough." Emmy responds daintily.

The man takes a moment. Being that he looks to be a man in his late twenties of suspect morality, it's not a hard decision, just tough to believe that it's real. "Sure, I'll buy it." He replies, still unsure of what to make of this situation.

"Thanks." Emmy smiles up to him as he leaves her to go back inside the store. She gulps nervously in waiting, her mind again in conflict with her intense urge to whore herself out to older men.

"Is this fine?" The man asks as he approaches her, handing her the bottle.

"Great, thanks." Emmy smiles, looking at the bottle of vodka.

"So, uh, how do you wanna do this?" The man asks, feeling a bit excitable and nervous himself. He looks at her, the light eminating from the strip mall giving him a better look at her sexy but youthful face. He's a man of fairly average appearance and stature, though having more of a dirtbag, former frat bro look.

"Um, I don't know..." Emmy answers, looking around at the sparse surroundings.

"Come on, let's go behind the mall, there's no one around and no cameras or anything." He points toward the edge of the strip mall, just outside the liquor store they're standing in front of. They walk together in haste as he looks around for anybody who might see them. He doesn't even know how old she is. It's against his better judgment, but he can't help himself.

"Here is good." He says. They stop near the back wall, five feet away from a dumpster. He grins as he watches her chug from the bottle. Emmy downs several mouthfuls, wincing and coughing as she takes the bottle away from her mouth. "You're not going to drink that whole thing, are ya?" He asks playfully. She hands him the bottle. He tilts his head back and drinks. Emmy looks in both directions anxiously. "Get on your knees." He demands confidently. He can't believe this is happening. There's no turning back, his mind is made up.

It's music to Emmy's slutty ears. To be dominated, controlled, aggressively ordered by an older man is the key to her heart. The switch is turned on. She dutifully gets on her knees in front of him, looking up at him submissively as he takes his cock out of his jeans. She kneels obediently, arching her back a bit as she tilts her head up, her little hands grabbing onto the outer lining of his pockets. She moves her head forward, taking his flaccid cock into her mouth, pushing open her soft, full lips. He groans out slowly under his breath. "Yeah, that's it..." He whispers, feeling his cock fill her eager mouth. Emmy moans softly as she feels his cock begin to harden and grow in her mouth, on her tongue, between her lips. Her right hand joins her mouth in stroking his cock back and forth, up and down, faster and faster. Her grip tightens, her suction increases, getting his cock throbbing in no time. He looks down at her, grinning from ear to ear. Emmy expertly pleases him, as she's done so many times with so many other men. He looks around the area, then back down, thinking about how great this is. "Yeah, take it you little slut." He says aggressively while putting his right hand on the back of her head, pushing her into his cock. It only turns Emmy on even more. He bends his knees slightly, beginning to stroke her hair slowly as Emmy whimpers. She goes deeper on his slightly above average cock, slightly shaking her head to wedge it in further between her lips and deeper into her throat. She opens her mouth widely, avoiding teeth is second nature to her by now. He groans out again, beginning to thrust his hips methodically into her face. "Suck my balls, baby." He says as he grips her hair and pulls his cock out of her mouth. Emmy lightly pants, looking ahead at his glistening cock, shining from a nearby lamp post. She lowers her head to tug on his balls with her lips, sucking on them with care and precision.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Emmy blurts out as she pulls her mouth away, feeling so aroused by what she's doing.

"Yeah." He nods slightly, grinning down at her, about as turned on as she is. It's the easiest answer he's ever given. He reaches down to grab her arm and help her up. "I don't even know your name." He chuckles playfully.

"Hayley." Emmy answers, giving him her prostitute pseudonym. She grabs the bottle and drinks some more, eagerly chugging. She drinks more than her small frame can handle. She tosses the near empty bottle, then begins to undo her belt.

"Do you, uh, want to know my name?" He asks as he slowly strokes his cock, watching her shimmy her tight jeans down to her ankles.

"No, I don't care." Emmy replies in haste, bending over, her hands propping her up against the wall. She looks back at him, giving him an intense 'fuck me' look.

"Well, all right." He grins, staring at her tight ass in the air. He looks around as he moves in to position himself. He can't believe this is happening. He grips his cock, rubbing it on the outside of her tight, little pussy. He rolls his eyes at the feeling, so smooth and already a little wet. He teases her for a moment, rubbing the tip of his throbbing cock over her the lips of her little slit, his hand grabbing her tight, firm ass. Emmy moans softly, arching her back a little. He slowly inserts himself, taking a deep breath as he feels how tight she is around his cock, even tighter than normal given her restricted position. He begins to slowly pump into her, bending his knees and grabbing her hips.

"Mmm, fuck me... Fuck me... " Emmy begs softly in a horny manner, feeling him fill her. To be used by a strange man, behind a low-rate strip mall at night near a dumpster is more than enough to satisfy her deep-seeded urge to be degraded, to be the mindless sex toy of men. "Ah!" She whimpers helplessly as she feels his hand crack her ass with a swift smack.

"Take it, slut... Take it..." He hisses aggressively, feeling his cock throb inside her tight pussy. He slaps her ass again. His left arm extends to the back of her neck, gripping with his left hand while also tugging on her thick, soft hair.

Emmy moans louder, her eyes rolling back as she feels his harsh grip on the back of her neck, causing her to arch further. He plunges inside of her deep. "Ah!" She moans out, both of them breathing harder. He leans over her, putting his right arm under her slim torso, propping her up to a more up-right position while his throbbing cock plugs her. He holds her from behind while rhythmically thrusting into her tight slit. "Fuck me." Emmy repeats softly as her hands reach behind herself to hold onto him. She can feel his cold breath on her shoulder. His hands grope at her firm chest, over her tight leather. The effects of the alcohol are in full gear now as Emmy's vision is blurred, her inhibitions gone. "Fuck me, daddy." She moans out quietly, her soft voice slurred. He grins even more, feeling the cum build in his testicles.

"Shit." He says urgently in a panic as he notices someone walk out of the backdoor to one of the nearby stores. The strange man pulls out. "I think someone saw us." He puts his cock back in his jeans. Emmy stumbles forward, her pussy still throbbing with arousal. They stand near the wall, obstructed by the dumpster. The person goes back inside. A sigh of relief is had.

"We can go back to your place if, if you want." Emmy drunkenly slurs, smiling up at him. "I need a place to stay for the night anyways." She says with her jeans around her ankles.

The man grins at her, loving this sloppy, hot, drunk young whore he miraculously came across. "Yeah, you can stay at my place." He smiles. Emmy jerks her tight jeans back up her legs. "Come on." He says, guiding her back to his car. Emmy stumbles on her high heels, feeling very intoxicated. He opens the door for her, then looks around to see if anyone noticed him shove a very drunk teen into his car.

"I'll do anything you want. I'm such a stupid whore!" Emmy slurs playfully, leaning into him as he begins to drive. She's completely loose and succumbed to her hyper-sexual, submissive nature. He grins. "Really, that's, that's all I am. I'm a stupid, worthless whore..." She giggles playfully. In a way it makes her feel good to aggressively own what she is, to really accept what she's done and what's happened to her.

"Yeah? You gonna be my fuckin' whore?" He looks over at her, grinning, thinking he hit the jackpot. Emmy rubs herself over her jeans, writhing against the seat, so aroused and willing to get used. His right hand reaches behind her neck and he aggressively jerks her down to his lap. Emmy whimpers helplessly. "Suck my dick." He orders. Emmy hastily takes out his cock and begins to bob her head up and down. He groans dominantly while pushing her head down. Emmy slurps loudly over his cock, eagerly taking it all in with her wet, eager young mouth. "Stop." He commands shortly after. Emmy continues to rub herself in the passenger seat, his right hand reaching over to feel her perky chest as he drives. The car comes to a stop. "We're here."

Emmy stumbles out clumsily. He grabs her arm and guides her to his place. "I've been raped, like, so many times..." Emmy slurs, giggling playfully as he shuts his door and turns on the light, illuminating his run-down bachelor apartment. He grins at her, this hot drunken mess. "I love it." She smiles up to him, her eyes glazed over.

"Well, you can add another to your list." He says confidently, grabbing her arm and guiding her to his bed. He shoves her down. He leers down at her, a hungry look on his face. He quickly takes off his clothes. Emmy tries to do the same but fails in her drunken haze. "Get those clothes off." He says aggressively, helping her take them off until she's naked.

"No... No..." Emmy giggles playfully, squirming under him as he gets on the bed over her. She wiggles and resists halfheartedly.

"Shut up, slut." He says sternly under his breath, grabbing her wrists and holding them in place, then raising his free hand to her face as if to slap her. Emmy recoils and winces. He grins, gets in position and begins to mount her, holding her legs apart and looking down to guide his half-hard cock into her tight hole.

"No, Keith... No, please..." Emmy mumbles, looking away from him. "Not again, please..." She whimpers quietly. The man ignores her as he slowly enters her. He slowly humps into her, holding her thin legs with each hand. "Daddy, why did you leave... Why don't you love me..." Emmy barely utters through her drunken slurring, the room spinning above her.

"Take it, whore." The man groans under his breath, plunging deeper inside of her tight pussy. He lets go of her legs and lowers himself on her, humping harder and faster. Emmy moans out softly, whimpering in rhythm with his thrusting. The bed begins to squeak.

"Rape meee, rape meee..." Emmy moans out softly, her eyes rolling back, halfway between consciousness and unconsciousness. He continues having his way with her, thoroughly enjoying her petite, tight body. His groans get louder, the bed squeaks more and more.

"Urgghhh, urrrghh..." He bellows under his breath as he begins to unload inside of her, not caring about knowing if she uses birth control or not. He pants above her, his cock throbbing with pleasure as it surges inside her tight pussy. He would wait about twenty minutes to recover, then do it all over again as she fully passes out. He uses her body, doing whatever he wants and enjoys every second of it.

The next morning Emmy awakes shortly after the crack of dawn. Her head throbs, she barely opens her eyes, not knowing where she is. She looks around the room, the messy bachelor apartment, not recognizing any of it. She notices the slovenly man sleeping across from her on the bed and she tenses up in a slight panic, reaching for her nearby clothes to cover herself. She slowly gets up, feeling a little dizzy and confused. The last thing she remembers is getting inside of a car. She quickly but quietly puts on her clothes. She notices her bag on a table and panics, knowing she had all of her money inside. She urgently checks the bag, a wave of relief washing over as she learns it's still there. Emmy quietly exits the small building, then looks back into the glass window of the front doors to fix herself up a little. A feeling of intense regret and shame begins to weigh on her small shoulders as she looks into her distorted, murky reflection.

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"You know, if you're going to live in my home, then you have to abide by daddy's rules... And daddy says, get on your knees and suck my cock." Mr. Howard says playfully with a sly grin, in a careful tone as he leans in to Emmy. Unwilling to go back to live with Chris, or her mother, she got her friend Kelly to beg her parents to let Emmy live with them - if only for a few weeks at most. Mrs. Howard was reluctant, knowing that Emmy is a bad influence on her daughter, but Mr. Howard had his own secret motives for convincing his wife to allow it.

"Kelly doesn't have to do that..." Emmy returns with a playful grin of her own, looking up at him with a naughty expression.

"That's why I have you around, baby. If I made Kelly do it she'd be just like you, hmm? And probably getting fucked by your father, heh heh." He slowly caresses her soft hair. "Besides, she does enough of that with all the boys at school... It was so hot when you told me about it last night. Guess you really are quite the influence on her, maybe my wife was right about you." Emmy returns his perverted grin, slowly sliding to a kneeling position below him. "Quite the influence on me, too..." He watches intently as Emmy unbuckles his belt. "Never thought I'd get... turned on finding out about what a slut my daughter is... Aaahhh..." He sighs quietly as he feels her mouth on him. His ears perk up to the sound of the nearby shower being turned on from the bathroom. Kelly just entered it, continuing with her morning beauty routine after Emmy just finished hers. He can't believe he's getting his dick polished by his daughter's hot friend in his daughter's own room while his entire family is home. "Yeah, baby... suck daddy's cock. Good girl." He says approvingly in a hushed voice, feeling the sensation wash over him. Maybe it's the boner pills he's been taking lately, but he just couldn't leave for work before dropping a fat load in Emmy's mouth.

"Mmm... I love your cock, daddy..." Emmy says in her quiet bubbly tone as she takes her mouth off his cock for a brief moment. It's an arousing rush for her too, to do this with him, to be such a fucked up slut. She resumes her duty, the job of a hot surrogate daughter who has an imperative to please her daddy, to drain his balls and give him the relief he deserves.

"Good little whore." He says down to her like she's a dog. They've been in increasingly risky situations like this ever since she moved in a week ago. He's been finding out how easy she is to exploit, how damaged she is, and he loves it. "Ahh..." He moans quietly, slowly stroking her head and slightly bucking his hips into her face. "Suck it, bitch..." He gets more aggressive, pushing his throbbing cock into her face hard, in and out. She stares up at him helplessly, slapping his legs as she gurgles and slobbers. He pulls out, leaving her a panting mess.

"You're ruining my makeup!" She exclaims under her breath, letting out a whimpered cough.

"I'm about to really ruin it now." He boasts excitedly, jacking his cock over her face. He leans down to grab her hair, forcing her into position. "Ahh... Aaahhh..." He begins to relieve himself on her, spurting his load directly across her face. The orgasm pulses through him. Even a quickie with her is incredible. He smiles down at her painted face. "Looks good on you, little slut."

"Aaagh..." Emmy groans, agitated.

"Relax, you have time to fix yourself up. See you tonight, baby." He winks down at her while he buckles his belt, then departs for work.

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It's lunch time at school and Emmy observes Kelly speaking with two mutual friends of theirs at a lunch table. She sees them giggling to each other, obviously having an in-depth gossip session. All day today Emmy has been feeling targeted, like there's talking going on behind her back. Some snickering here, some side glances there. It's given her a bad feeling, and paranoia has mounted in her mind. She sits down with the girls, eyes darting at each of them as they look away. "Hi." She blurts out. An awkward silence passes.

"Hey Emmy..." One girl says awkwardly before bursting out into laughter with the other girl. The two of them depart.

"What the fuck?" Emmy asks Kelly, her best friend. Kelly looks down, not responding. "Kelly, what the fuck was that?" Emmy reiterates, becoming increasingly agitated.

"Everyone knows you gave Jason a blowjob." She says quietly.

"What?" Emmy's heart sinks. After looking away for a moment, her eyes gather on Kelly.

"Don't look at me. I didn't tell anyone." Kelly states emphatically. "Must have been him."

"Aargh..." Emmy groans under her breath, feeling humiliated. "Fucking asshole... I can't believe him..." She mutters quietly, her eyes darting around the cafeteria looking. "So, like, everyone knows? Or are you just saying that?"

"Everyone knows." Kelly answers bluntly.

Emmy feels hurt, betrayed. "I told him..." She sighs heavily. She thought she was doing something really nice for him. She thought he would be grateful enough to honor her wishes and keep it to himself. Now everyone knows she sucked off one of the biggest losers in school.

"Asshole." Emmy plainly states, arms cross as Jason closes his locker. The afternoon bell rings.

Jason notices her, surprised. "Uh, hi... Emmy." He greets her.

"Couldn't keep your mouth shut. You promised." Emmy continues. She pouts and huffs, her firm and perky tits rising up and down, pushed further upward by the confines of her arms and her tight leather jacket.

Jason stammers. "I, uh... I didn't? I didn't say anything." He looks concerned, knowing she's upset by her tone and expression.

"The whole school knows about what I did for you." Emmy keeps it quiet as people walk past. "And notice how I said 'for you', Jason? I did that for you because..." Emmy looks down, getting a bit emotional. "Because I knew it would mean a lot to you. I was being nice. Nicer than anyone else in this school has been to you." Her voice cracks slightly, her big eyes glistening.

"Emmy, I swear to you, I did... I did not." Jason stammers desperately, his heart sinking.

"Don't talk to me ever again, you fuckin' creep!" She hisses bluntly before storming past him. He's left dumbfounded, put in his place as he contemplates what just transpired.

Emmy, visibly disgruntled, exits the school and has decided to skip class. She feels the familiar urge to either get drunk, get fucked, or both. Just as she digs for her phone in her bag, she receives a text. Her eyes focus in on the message, her mouth begins to drop. "Have you ever been raped?" is what it reads. She stops in her tracks, looking down at it. The name and number are blocked. She receives another. "I like your outfit." It reads. She looks up, looking around her vicinity outside of the school. An uneasy feeling washes over her, feeling like she's being spied on. Her mind races with plausible answers, and she settles on it being a joke, but still feels concerned. She feels the need for comfort and protection. Normally that would come from Chris, but that relationship cannot be mended right now. Her actual father is unreliable, he's proven that from repeatedly stomping on her trust. Her only option for an older male father figure right now is Mr. Howard, Brian, Kelly's father. A relationship based entirely around sex, her vulnerability exploited by a horny and perverse middle-aged man finally getting to act out his horny fantasies. Emmy calls him, fully knowing he's at work.

"This better be good." Mr. Howard says as Emmy enters his car. "I left work..." Although it's not an issue for him to leave his office so abruptly, he gets off on having reasons to be cross with her.

Emmy notices his stern tone and agitated expression. "I'm sorry, daddy. I just wanted to see you." She says innocently in her bubbly voice, leaning into him to peck him on the cheek.

"Get your fuckin' mouth down there. All you're good for." He grunts, grabbing her head sharply and shoving her down to his crotch. He's been enjoying exploiting her. She's the teenage gift he's always wanted, dropped onto his lap literally and figuratively. Ever since that night when she surprised him with a blowjob in his living room, he's been increasingly obsessed with her. He hasn't pushed it too far yet. He's been as abusive as he's wanted to be, essentially using her as a cum receptacle. He grits his teeth once he feels her mouth on him as he drives. The muscles in his right arm bulge as he grips her hair, forcing her up and down. Emmy moans softly, escaping into another sex act with a much older man, as some sort of twisted coping mechanism. To please him is to also be comforted by him, to find some sense of normalcy and belonging.

"Ow!" Emmy yelps as Mr. Howard drags her by her hair, her high heels stumbling to keep up with him. He drove them to a secluded area off a dirt road. He harshly bends her over the hood of his car. Emmy was hoping for some fatherly comfort and security when calling him. He's been more and more abusive and rough with her, showing less of the loving father side, and more of the aggressive pervert side. It started out as a deliberate balancing act, but he's been learning that he doesn't need to put on the act. "Daddy..." She helplessly whimpers as she looks back at him. He grins devilishly before sliding her tight jeans down, then slamming into her from behind and burying his throbbing cock inside her air-tight hole.

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Emmy lightly coughs after downing another shot of hard liquor. "Yeah, there ya go! Good girl." The nearby college frat boy cheers with a wry grin. "You go next. Come on." He motions over to Kelly, who promptly keeps up with Emmy. "Now me." The twenty-something with ill intentions takes his shot, knowing he can keep taking them and still be lucid compared to the much smaller girls.

They're alone in a room of his frat house, and it's not long before they're both in a bed with him. It's the first time doing such experimentation for the two girls. They take turns making out with him, then make out with each other to impress him. They continue trying to one-up each other, fueled by the booze. They fondle each other, get naked, take turns sucking his cock. It's clear to him who the most experienced and skillful cock pleaser is, and it's Emmy by a considerable margin. So he begins to pay more attention to her, causing Kelly's jealousy to fester as their sex adventure continues. Emmy fucks better too, causing Kelly to become more and more sidelined as the college guy prioritizes the dark haired teen and uses the blonde haired one for secondary purposes. Emmy even gets the larger share of his cum once he's had enough and erupts his cock onto their eager faces.

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Jason carefully eyes Emmy from afar, among the mass exodus of students after the final bell. Seeing an opening, he zeroes in on her, hoping to grab her attention. "Emmy, hi." He taps her shoulder. Emmy turns swiftly around, recoiling at the sight of him. "Please, hear me out." Jason pleads. Emmy looks around, hesitating. She sighs, stepping around the corner and out of sight.

"What?" She coldly asks, folding her arms.

"It was NOT me who spread those rumors. I swear on everything. I would not do that. Please believe me." He says with utmost sincerity, lowering his head to look at Emmy directly. She looks back. "I know you tell Kelly everything. It had to be her. If you ask around, all of the stories come from her."

Emmy thinks on it for a moment. Kelly is the only other person she told. She tells her everything, or almost everything. She looks into Jason's eyes and feels he might be telling the truthful. She stammers for a moment, going back and forth internally. "Look, Jason... I don't know. But I trusted you. And..."

"Ask your friend Jess, ask Danielle Murray, or, or Heidi Wolcott... Kelly is at the center of it all. Please believe me." He reiterates further.

Emmy considers it further, seeing and feeling the dedication in his voice and eyes. "I gotta go." She blurts out, walking away.

"Emmy, please believe-"

"I know, Jason. I believe you. Just... go away." She brushes him off. She knows it now, she feels it in the pit of her stomach. It makes more sense. The two girls have been growing increasingly embittered and competitive, and it's just like Kelly to do something underhanded like this. Their problems have only been exasperated since Emmy has been staying at Kelly's house. They've both exchanged jealousy over their respective attractiveness. Kelly's felt jealous over Emmy's sexual experience and prowess. Emmy has felt jealous over Kelly's more normal and comfortable home life.

The two girls arrive home at Kelly's house, hanging out like usual in her room. Tension builds, looks are shared, passive aggressive comments are said. "Kelly, did you tell everyone about the Jason thing?" Emmy casually asks, trying to mask her angst for the moment.

"No..." Kelly answers.

"You're such a shitty fucking liar, Kelly..." Emmy retorts.

"I didn't." Kelly chuckles, looking up from her phone at her.

"I know you did so you can stop embarrassing yourself."

"Yeah, well, you lied about Mike's keg party the other week."

"So you did spread it! Fuck you bitch!" Emmy raises her voice.

"Oh wow, like it's so crazy that people know you blew Jason. Maybe, like, don't blow Jason?" Kelly giggles. "As if everyone doesn't already know you're the biggest slut in town."

Emmy angrily throws a nearby bottle of nail polish at Kelly. Kelly throws it back harder. "You're so fucking jealous of me, Kelly. Just admit it already."

"Jealous of what?" Kelly forces laughter. "That you suck off any guy who wants it?"

"Um, because I'm prettier than you, because I get more attention than you." Emmy continues. The two girls go back and forth, getting into an increasingly vicious screaming match. Emmy unleashes the anger that's been building from being further ostracized at school.

"Pack your shit and get out! Go back to your shitty apartment, slut!" Kelly screams, throwing some of Emmy's stuff out of her room.

"I fucked your dad!" Emmy blurts out. Kelly stops, frozen in place as she stares at her former friend. "I fucked... your dad..." She repeats in a calmer tone.

"What?" Kelly looks confused, in disbelief.

"I call him daddy... he says he wishes I could be his daughter instead. Pretty fucked up, huh?" Emmy grins, tears in her eyes. "We've been having a lot of fun together. If you wondered why he's been so much more happier lately, well... now you know." She feels a twisted sense of self-satisfaction as she admits to it all, but it also feels deeply wrong. It's a different thing entirely for her to be so vocal and forthcoming about her sordid affairs like this.

Kelly ruminates on the words for a moment, then explodes in a fit of rage. She charges at Emmy. "Fucking slut! Bitch!" She shrieks as the two get entangled in a brawl, grabbing at each other, pulling hair, arms flailing wildly. They end up on the floor, thrashing around as they scream. Emmy ends up on top of her triumphantly, staring down at her as she winds up to punch her. They stare at each other, panting. Emmy decides not to, and quickly gets off her. Emmy leaves hastily, collecting her things, letting out a few sniffles. The two are left with some minor scratches and a few missing strands of hair, teenage girl battle scars.

***

Nowhere to go, Emmy has been wandering around town thinking of what she'll do next. Too stubborn to go back to mom, too vengeful to go back to dad, too hurt still to go back to her uncle. It's getting dark and her desperation and helplessness is only increasing. Standing outside an old strip mall, she begins to read through her list of contacts. Lacking any other viable options, she stops on the name of a local scumbag who sells booze and drugs to her and her friends. "Hey, Jimmy... Um, it's Emmy. I don't know if you remember me, but..." She begins talking to the near-thirty year old degenerate. She swallows her pride, and in this instance it's far more difficult than most things she's swallowed. Despite hardly knowing him, despite knowing that he'll most likely want to use her body, she accepts it. Her life has seen many lows, and this is one of the lowest. Knowing he lives close by makes it an easier decision too.

"It's J-Train now." The man who sells her and her friends drugs and alcohol says.

"Uh, okay. Sorry, Jim... J-Train." Emmy says as she enters his apartment. She silently rolls her eyes. He's the exact kind of douchebag she can't stand, a white guy too into rap and too lacking in self-awareness.

"Close the door, yo." He demands. "Damn, what's with these stupid bitches lately?" He says as he sits back down and continues counting pills and vials. "So you need a place to crash, huh? That's funny, last time you were here you deadass said you wouldn't let me fuck you even if I was the last guy on earth."

"You know I was just joking, Jimmy... J-Train. Sorry." Emmy forces a playful smile.

"For real?" He continues to focus on his drug sorting. "Whatever bitch, you want some of this shit?"

Emmy hesitates, but goes through with it. She's here now. Sitting next to him on his couch, she watches as he puts together a line of cocaine for her. She's startled by his hand gripping the back of her neck. He pushes her head down to the table. She snorts up the line, taking a deep breath after she feels the initial hit. "Good shit." She smiles.

"Not done." He grins, looking down at the remaining coke. "I hear you like it when guys grab your stupid head like this, ha ha..." He snickers before shoving her back down. She vacuums up the remaining powder. She watches as his hands go down to undo his belt. "I'm not about to let some high school bitch stay here for free, know what I'm sayin'?" He says arrogantly. Emmy repulses at the sight, feeling the sensation from the coke run through her nervous system. She looks for any nearby booze, grabbing an open bottle of vodka. She begins to down some. "Here," Jimmy says, "take this with it." He opens his palm to hand her a pill.

"What is it?" Emmy asks, wiping her mouth after a mouthful of foul-tasting vodka. She winces as the burn of the alcohol travels down her slight body.

"It's good, don't worry about it. Just take it, a'ight?" He looks at her, so eager to take advantage of a hot teen girl that he can barely contain himself. Emmy looks past him, seeing a silver handgun rest on a small end table. She takes the pill, chasing it with more vodka. He grins further. He finishes taking his cock out. "Get on this, bitch. Taste the real J-Train." An obnoxious smirk comes across his face. Emmy could vomit. He grabs the back of her neck again, jerking her down to his lap. He holds her head down on his cock, bucking his hips up into her over and over. "Fuck yeah, bitch. Been waiting for this ever since I saw you." He says happily, feeling his cock occupy her mouth and throat. Emmy performs her oral skills on him, as she's done countless times before. It's like riding a bike, and the euphoria and lowered inhibitions helps her cope. Gluck-gluck, gluck-gluck, Emmy's mouth takes his throbbing wet cock in and out of her mouth and down her throat, slurping and slobbering on it. "Ah!" Jimmy lets out a pleased sigh as he yanks her off him. "Get on this shit, bitch. I wanna feel that tight poo-say." He chuckles, giving her ass a smack as she stands up.

"Hold on." Emmy says, getting on her knees in front of the table to do more coke, a slimy string of his pre-cum dangling from her lip and falling on her leather jacket.

Jimmy swiftly grabs her arm. "What, bitch? You better ask the J-Train nicely, that shit ain't cheap."

Emmy stares up at him, annoyed. She takes a deep breath, bending to his will. "Can I please... J-Train?"

"Go ahead, bitch." He snickers, rubbing his cock.

Emmy turns to the table, eagerly making another two thin lines of coke disappear up her little nose. "Mmm..." She moans as she shuts her eyes, leaning back and running her fingers over her breasts. Her heart pounds. She opens her eyes and grabs the bottle of vodka, washing it all down, swirling it in her mouth, cleansing her mouth from his taste. The harsh bitterness makes her wince. She looks back at his dangling cock, moving in to give it a few more courtesy sucks. She can't help herself. She drives her head down over and over, causing more pre-cum to sloppily fall on her jacket once she raises her head. Another mouthful of vodka fills her mouth and slides down her throat. She looks up at him, her vision distorted and her mind altered. The room spins slightly. She stands up, taking off her clothes. She straddles his lap, lowering her tight little slit on his throbbing cock.

"Fuck... I love teen pussy." Jimmy states with a grin, his hands going behind her to grab her firm little ass. She rides him, grinding her hips back and forth as she shuts her eyes and lets the coke and booze take her mind away. Suddenly, the buzzing noise of his door goes off. "Shit..." He says, becoming alerted. He pushes her off him to the side. Emmy lays there in a daze, becoming more fucked up. She watches him greet someone at the door, then the stranger walks in. "Just some bitch, man. Some hot little slut who's staying here tonight." Jimmy brags to his friend, who's stopped by to purchase drugs. "Girlfriend? Nah, dawg. But yo, check it..." He says, motioning toward her. "Say hi to my friend Drew, bitch."

"...Hi." Emmy barely utters the words, her eyes glazed over.

"She's all fucked up on some shit. Dumb bitch took the roofie I gave her." Jimmy brags cheerfully. "You wanna double team this slut?" He asks with a wide smile. Drew smiles and nods. Emmy is firmly in a haze now, watching the two men surround her with their cocks. "We're about to go brohypnol on your sexy little ass, bitch." Jimmy snickers before grabbing her hair and forcing her up to his cock, proceeding to fuck her face. He and Drew pass her back and forth, assaulting her mouth and throat.

It's far from the first time she's been gangbanged, but if she were more lucid and present she may have noticed just how rough and abusive they're getting. They pound her hard, using her light body any which way they please. They treat her like a sex doll, just an object for them to manipulate and use. She slips in and out of consciousness, before finally passing out completely. They continue with her limp body, edging themselves further to orgasm as they take turns in her tight pussy.

"This is like what we did to Tom's little sister, remember that shit? What was her name?" Drew says as he rubs his cock on Emmy's tits.

"Haha yeah, that little slut. Tiffany was it? Tom was so pissed when he found out." Jimmy reminisces. "But this little bitch is hotter. She's so fuckin' tight! Fuck!" He exclaims jovially, enjoying the feeling of pumping her little slit.

"How'd you find 'er?" Drew asks as he rubs his cock on her face, leaving behind a slimy trail of pre-cum.

"Just one of these fucked up whores who buys drugs and liquor off me. She needed a place to stay. So I gave her some coke and vodka and made her take the roofie." Jimmy chuckles, so pleased with himself.

Drew shakes his head playfully. "What a piece of shit." They both laugh.

"I need some of this..." Jimmy says under his breath as his thumb slips into her tiny ass hole. He lubes his cock up and slams it in, then they take turns railing her ass. The two scumbags continue having a field day at Emmy's expense, abusing her tight little body and using her like a cum rag. After finishing inside her and on her face multiple times, taking breaks in-between to drink or do drugs, they discard her like trash, tossing her aside to the floor. Drew departs and Jimmy spits on Emmy's passed out body before he drifts to sleep.

Emmy awakens just as the sun begins to rise, stirring awake with a splitting head ache and her body aching. "Ah..." She groans, sitting up and feeling her pussy and ass. Her hand quickly goes to her mouth, feeling the urge to vomit. She resists. Groggy, she stumbles to her feet. She sees Jimmy on the couch, passed out. She tries to recollect what happened, only able to recall seeing Jimmy answer his door as the last thing she can remember. She quietly gathers herself, feeling physically and mentally unwell. She dresses, trying her best to touch herself up in a mirror. She's overcome with regret and disgust. She sits on the steps of his building, going through missed calls and unread texts. Both mom and dad tried calling a few times, but she also received a flurry of texts from Mr. Howard. She doesn't want to face any of it. She wonders what her next move is. She could even get a hotel room if she wanted, she has the money. Her hand reaching in her bag as she looks down to make sure it's still there, her heart sinks and her eyes widen. "No... No... No, no, no." Emmy begins to mutter in a panic, tears forming in her eyes. Her money is gone, just over one thousand dollars she's earned from selling her body.

So Emmy quietly saunters back into Jimmy's apartment, assuming he must have taken it. She gingerly conducts a careful search of his place, heart rate spiking whenever she makes a sound. Her eyes dart around, looking for any possible hiding spot. She gets closer to him, looking around the couch. She locates a bag on the floor, between an end table and the end of the couch. Her heart tenses as she slowly lowers her arm to reach for it, bending her knees and looking carefully at the slumbering degenerate. She halts completely as he rotates in his sleep, now facing her. Her lip quivers slightly. She goes for it again, peering into the open bag and seeing the cash. "Mrmm..." He murmurs, his head beginning to move. Emmy stops again. Her heart thumps as she gets closer to the bag. Just as it touches her fingers, he wakes up. "Come here, bitch." He says in a groggy voice and a perverse smile. He extends his arms to wrap around her waist, pulling her into him.

Emmy puts on the act. "Hi... Good morning, J-Train." She musters up enough casual sincerity. She falls into him, giggling. He wraps his arms around her. Emmy looks down past the end of the couch while he eagerly rubs his face into her chest. The money is so close.

"What a night. Do you even remember it?" Jimmy asks, his hands grabbing her ass and forcing her down on him.

"Um, some of it." Emmy giggles.

"We had some fun with you."

"We?"

Jimmy laughs. "If you get knocked up there's only a fifty-fifty chance it's mine, so remember that, slut. Now get down there and take care of my morning wood." His hands rise up to tug on her hair, pushing her down his chest.

Frustrated, Emmy internally groans but plays along. She kisses down his bare chest, all the way down to his half-hard cock. She immediately begins sucking him hard and enthusiastically. "Mmm..." She forces out a slutty moan. Ssslllrrrp, ssslllrrrp, gluck-gluck, she drives her head up and down, concentrating on getting him to cum as fast as possible.

"Yeah... Yeah..." Jimmy groans out approvingly. "You're gonna make me cum all day today, bitch." He grabs her head and begins to fuck her face, bucking his hips up and down into her head. Shortly after, his cock begins to spurt and erupt in her mouth. "Urrgghh..." He groans. "Best not let any of my jizz touch my couch." He orders as Emmy dutifully sucks up all his cum. She continues to slowly and softly suck his cock. "Ahh... fuckin' A, what a dope cock sucker you are... I'm gonna go piss. Can you cook? Cook me some breakfast, bitch." He says as he pushes her off him.

As soon as he's out of sight, Emmy quickly goes to the bag of her money. She swiftly gathers it, hastily walking over to her purse. She stumbles over a loose corner of the carper, dropping the bag. "Fuck!" She mutters quietly. She quickly kneels to gather the cash. Jimmy re-enters, seeing Emmy on her knees from the corner of his eye. He notices her gather the last few bills of cash off his floor. She notices him too, eyes widening.

Jimmy quickly runs over to where the bag of cash is supposed to be. "What the fuck, bitch?" He asks aggressively as he turns to her.

Emmy's heart sinks with fear. "It's my money. You stole it." She says defiantly, gripping her bag. Jimmy begins to make his way over to her menacingly. Emmy thinks on her feet, terrified of another man abusing her. She notices the gun on the table, the one she noticed the night prior. Emmy dashes toward the gun, heart thumping and mind racing. She grabs it, hands shaking. She points it at him. "Back off! It's my money and I'm leaving with it!" She yells, trying to sound forceful and determined. Her lip quivers from the adrenaline.

Jimmy stops in his tracks, staring at her. A smile dawns his face. "For real? My gun? Oh you done fucked up now, bitch. Come here, gimme it." He begins to approach.

Emmy squeezes the trigger and the gun goes off. She shrieks from the sound. Jimmy's eyes widen and he lowers his head, terrified. The bullet went past him and hit a wall. "Fuck off!" Emmy screams.

"Okay, okay..." Jimmy concedes, backing away with his hands up. Emmy slowly makes her way toward the door, pointing the gun at him. Both of their hearts pound loudly.

"It's my money... Mine." Emmy mutters through the tears beginning to form. As she gets the door open, she quickly tosses the gun to the side. Her little feet carry her down the hall and down the stairs. She can't get out of there fast enough. As soon as she gets out onto the sidewalk, the tears and sobbing begin. She's never experienced something like that. Her hands shake uncontrollably. The surge of adrenaline and fear is enough to make her feel like she could vomit any second.

***

Emmy arrives at the door of her mother's apartment, where she used to live. She hasn't spoken to her mother in weeks, but she's out of options. Maybe it was the traumatic events of the early morning, but she felt compelled to seek out some vague sense of home. Walking down the hall, she passed by where Keith lived, and it made her feel a familiar sense of fear. Being used by him is something that feels more distant in the past than it really is. After several deep breaths, she opens the door with her key. She steps inside, looking around with apprehension. Nothing, vacant. Suddenly she sees her little brother Danny pop out into the hallway. "Hi." Emmy smiles, delighted to see him again.

Danny lights up at the familiar sound of her gentle voice, and the sight of his angelic-like sister, who he's looked up to his entire short life and who he's missed dearly. "Emmy!" He excitedly says, running toward her.

Emmy embraces him just as eagerly. The two siblings wrap around each other lovingly. "Mmm..." Emmy lets out a loving coo as she closes her eyes and savors the hug. Neither will let go. They haven't seen each other or spoken to each other in weeks. Given their shared traumas, their co-dependence throughout the years, they have a strong bond. It's always been them against the world. "Oh, Danny..." Emmy smiles widely, her eyes glossy. She kisses him on the forehead. They finally pull apart, though she continues to slowly rub his shoulders. "Why aren't you at school? Where's mom?"

"Mom's at work. She got a new job working at some restaurant. And I'm sick, well... Not really."

"Faking?"

"Yeah..." Danny answers somewhat somberly. "I didn't wanna go today."

"Why not?"

Danny shrugs, looking down. "I don't know."

Emmy looks concerned. He has a history of avoiding school because of bullies. "So, mom got a job? That's good." She's surprised. After Keith went away to prison, she had to do something. Her welfare isn't enough.

"Yeah, and she bartends on weekends again too."

"I see... So she leaves you here alone, by yourself?" Danny nods. Emmy feels guilty, she should be here for him. She wishes she had the means to take care of him by herself. She knows it's hard to live with their mother and her drunken, pilled-up ways. She can sense that Danny is down in the dumps. Emmy holds back tears. The juxtaposition of the darkness of her life and the purity of her relationship with her brother is a powerful reminder to her, and serves to accentuate just how twisted her life is.

"I missed you..." Danny says, holding back tears himself.

Emmy's lip quivers. "I missed you too." She wraps her arms around him again. She holds him for awhile as he quietly sobs. "Let's have some fun today, you little shit." She says playfully, beginning to bear hug him and squeeze him and tickle him. Danny fights it, laughing. They both smile widely. "I don't care how big you get, I'll always kick your ass." She says, wrestling him to the couch. He fights back, escaping her clutches and putting a hold on her. "Stop!" Emmy forfeits, laughing.

She makes him breakfast, as she often would when she lived here. The pressure of being a surrogate mother was a lot for her, combined with the abuse from her mother, and especially the abuse from Keith. The two siblings catch up. She evades the truth about herself, of course. The guilt is a heavy burden on her. She knows he feels abandoned. She also knows something is wrong with Danny's home life here, as well as his life at school, but it's difficult to get it out of him. While speaking with him she can still feel the soreness from the rape she suffered the night before. It's a painful reminder. And as young as Danny is, he's intuitive enough and knows her enough to catch on that things aren't going well for her either lately. "Are you moving back in here?" Danny asks.

Emmy can see the desperation in his eyes. "I... I don't know." She answers. "Maybe. I can't promise anything." Danny looks down, wanting her back in his life. Emmy knows it's because their mother is emotionally distant with him and doesn't do anything to help him, probably doesn't even care that he's getting bullied at school. She probably treats him like she treated her, like a cumbersome nuisance. "What do you want to do today?" She asks, smiling at him.

"Umm..."

"Anything."

"Anything?" Danny grins. It's not often someone asks him that. "Can we see Deadpool? Mom said she'd take me if I did good on my math test but she said it's rated R so she didn't..."

Of course she weaseled out of taking him, Emmy thinks to herself. "Yeah, I wanna see that anyways."

"And Dave & Buster's after?" Danny grins, excited.

"Yep!" Emmy catches his infectious excitement. "I have a lot of money now. So we can stay and play the games for as long as you want."

"Did you get a job?"

Emmy hesitates. "Yeah, I did." She answers.

The brother-sister duo spend the day together, being basically the only ones around at the theater and at the arcade-restaurant considering it's a week day afternoon. It's the best day either of them have had in a while. She forgets about all the drama of her life, all of her abuse, the fact that she fired a gun mere hours ago. She splurges on her brother, buying him basically whatever he wants and making sure they have the best day together. They never got to have too much fun growing up. Perhaps some of the adults working at these places may question why this young girl and her brother, or maybe they even think he's her son, are not in school, and why she pays for everything in cash, just grabbing wads of it directly out of her purse. They play all the games, all the shooters, the air hockey, the driving games, all of it. They get all the best junk food, all of it. It makes her feel good, and for the first time she feels some reward for whoring herself out and suffering abuse at the hands of far older men.

Their last stop is a stroll through the mall because Emmy has to buy some personal products. "You can get it if you want it." She says as she stands behind Danny while he stares at the hot new video game he's been wanting to play.

"Nah, it's too much." He puts it down.

Emmy picks it back up. "Don't worry about it."

"Really?"

"Just don't tell mom." Emmy grins. Danny smiles widely, latching on to Emmy's torso.

"Thanks." He says graciously. She holds him back, tussling his hair. They arrive back home, Emmy having paid for a taxi for them. Danny turns to her once they get inside. "Emmy... Thanks." He says, trying not to cry as it embarrasses him. She cups his face, leaning slightly down to him. "You're the best big sister ever." His voice cracks a little, gulping harshly as he holds it in.

Emmy presses her forehead against his while stroking his hair. "I love you." She says softly, her own voice cracking.

"I love you." Danny says warmly with utmost sincerity.

"Mmm..." Emmy coos before kissing him on the forehead. "Now go get that game set up so I can watch you play it." She says. Danny runs off to his room. Emmy enters her own room to change, looking around and feeling the familiarity wash over her. She feels so different since last being here, even if it really wasn't a long time at all. She sighs as she sits on her bed, staring at herself in the mirror. Her mirror which has pictures on the edges, of her and her family, her and Danny, her and her dad, her and Chris, her and Kelly. She looks at them for a somber moment. While she gets dressed she inspects her body in the mirror, wondering if she's too skinny, or maybe not skinny enough. Her self-esteem is so warped. She touches over her pussy, wincing a little with concern and the soreness she still feels. It's been discomforting to sit down all day because of what they did to her, despite not having any memory of it. She blames herself for going there in the first place. Stupid slut, she thinks.

While hanging out with Danny in his room, Emmy gets another text from Brian Howard, Kelly's father. She feels a compulsion to acquiesce to his wants, and he wants to see her. 'We need to talk NOW' the text reads. He must know that she told Kelly about them. She bites down on her fingers nervously as she thinks about it. She answers him. He wants to see her in person. She lets out a worried sigh. "What's wrong?" Danny says, looking up at her as they lay on his bed.

Emmy clears her throat. "Nothing." She replies, sitting up. "I'm going out to see a friend."

Danny frowns slightly. "Oh... Will you be coming back?"

"Yeah." She turns around to face him with a casual smile. "I won't be long." She leaves him to go get ready for Mr. Howard. She's nervous, feeling regretful about telling Kelly that she's been having sex with her dad. To calm herself she inspects her mother's secret stash of booze. She still knows where it is, and it's still there. She swallows a few mouthfuls of rum.

Emmy pensively awaits his arrival, and her heart skips a beat once she sees his truck. She made herself pretty for him regardless, unable to help herself. If he wants sex, then it'll be to her advantage. She doesn't know what to expect. She was so nervous and distracted when getting ready that she forgot to wear a different jacket. The leather one she wears now has some cum stains on it from the past few days. "Get in." Mr. Howard's voice can be heard from the darkness of his truck. Emmy hesitates, taking a deep breath.

"Hi." She says meekly as she climbs inside. He doesn't respond or look at her, just resumes driving. The silence grows and grows, becoming increasingly unbearable for Emmy. The tension builds. She can feel the anger emanating from him like some kind of energy. The only sound that can be heard is the heaviness of his breathing. She can tell that he is quietly seething, gripping the steering wheel tightly. After a twenty minute drive, the longest twenty minutes of her life, he arrives at his destination; parking behind the same abandoned building that they've had sex at before, in the very same truck.

Once parked, Emmy looks over at him timidly. She slowly takes off her seat belt and begins to position herself in her seat for a blowjob, as she usually does with him in his truck. She reaches for his crotch, but she's stopped. He grabs her hand firmly and looks at her. Their eyes meet. His intense glare contrasts with her soft, scared doe eyes. He gets out of the truck. Emmy sits back up right, watching him as he walks around. His expression hasn't changed. Her door opens and her heart tenses. His much stronger arm reaches in and swiftly grabs her much weaker arm. He yanks her out hard and fast, jerking her light body out of the truck. Emmy shrieks, frightened. She would fall straight to the pavement if not for his strong grip on her. He practically lifts her little body up, squeezing her forearm and dragging her to the front of his truck. He shoves her against the truck harshly, then grabs her jacket and pulls her to him forcefully, staring into her terrified eyes. "Do you have... ANY IDEA what you did?!" He angrily shouts, spittle flying from his mouth and a veins appearing on his neck and forehead. "Huh?!" He shakes her hard. He grabs both of her wrists as she helplessly flails, squeezing them hard and making her wince in pain.

"I'm sorry!" Emmy blurts desperately.

"You're... sorry? Sorry?" Mr. Howard continues to rage, shaking her again. "My wife and daughter are GONE! They left me! Because of you! You stupid fucking slut bitch!" He shouts, face red. He raises his right fist, winding up to punch her. Emmy flinches in terror, preparing to get hit as she sobs in a panic. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He screams louder, hesitating to punch her. He lowers his fist. He forces himself to calm down. "If it wasn't for the fact that I don't want to leave evidence on your dumb cunt face, I would beat you to death right now you stupid whore." He says coldly. He shakes her again, screaming incoherently in a rage. Emmy cries out in panic and fear, completely helpless. "STUPID WHORE!!!" He bellows, squeezing her wrists and shaking her violently. His hands release her, but swiftly go up to wrap around her throat as he gets lost in his anger. He slams her down on the hood of his truck, leaning over her as he strangles her.

"P...Crr...He...Pl..." Emmy desperately struggles, her eyes bulging as the pressure builds in her head. It's not the first time she's been choked, but not quite like this.

Mr. Howard grits his teeth in a frothing rage, squeezing her throat and growling in her face. He lets go, some sense coming to him, knowing he can't kill her. Emmy coughs and breathes hard. He grips her hair, pulling her back to her feet and holding her again. "Look at me, bitch. Look at me. Look at me, you fucked up cunt." He hisses with malice. Emmy meekly looks up at him, quivering violently and her heart and mind arrested by terror and fear. "You're going to apologize to my daughter. You're going to tell her you were only telling her that to hurt her and that nothing ever happened between you and me, do you understand? I denied it and denied it and denied it. Do. You. Understand?" When Mr. Howard arrived home yesterday, his wife and daughter were inconsolable. They were just on their way out, to leave to his wife's sister home. His wife laid into him, telling him how despicable he is, how he'll never see them again. All he could do was deny it and deny it some more. He's hoping this will fix it.

Emmy nods, shaking. "Yeh... Yes..." Her voice trembles.

"Say it." He squeezes her arm.

"Nothing happened. I... I-I'm going to tell her that... that nothing happened. I was... I was making it up." Emmy's voice cracks with fear. He continues to stare at her. "P-please, Mr. Howard... I'm so s-s-sorry..."

He looks her up and down with disgust written on his face. "What a mess you are. What a fucked up slut." He shakes his head, then spits in her face. He grabs her arm harder, then begins to drag her away. He leads her toward the building, then flings her into the side of a dumpster. "That's where you belong, cunt. You fuckin' cum dumpster." He spits on her.

Emmy lets out a guttural cry of pain when she's helplessly thrown into the stiff side of the dumpster. She collapses to her hands and knees. She sobs and whimpers in pain. Before leaving, he decides he's not finished and charges toward her, kicking her in the stomach. "DAAAUUUGGHH!" Emmy groans out in pain, feeling the wind knocked out of her as she collapses face first to the ground. Emmy collects herself enough just in time to see his truck drive away. She writhes in pain on the ground, sobbing and crying hysterically. She finally makes it to her feet, coughing and crying and holding her torso.

Emmy makes her way back to the sidewalk in front of the building, looking around and thinking about what she's going to do. It's dark out, the temperature is dropping. She finds herself helpless again, cold and alone. She reminds herself that she didn't take any cash with her, not after what happened with Jimmy. She made sure to hide it in her room at her mom's place. She thinks about the people she could call for help. If she calls Chris he'll be up her ass with questions, and he'll probably assume she's prostituting herself. Too much pride and resentment to call mom. She decides to call her dad, even though he's notoriously unreliable. She clears her throat, trying to sound normal. "Hi, dad?" She says, walking gingerly down the sidewalk. "Can you, um, come pick me up? I'm uh, I was with friends and they had to, like, drop me off at, uh..." She looks ahead to a gas station down the road. "This gas station... I would call a taxi but I don't have any money and-" Emmy gets interrupted. "Oh, okay. No, I'll, um, I can call someone else. Bye." She hangs up, a knot in her throat. Ray told her that he can't drive tonight because he's been drinking. Emmy quietly sobs to herself as she hangs her head, walking down the lonely sidewalk, the occasional car passing by.

Emmy arrives at the nearby gas station, which is next to what seems to be some rest stop area for truckers. She stands outside the gas station, rubbing her arms up and down, a worried and exhausted look on her face. She's scared of being out here alone, knowing the nature of many of the men who have preyed on her, knowing she's fresh young meat, vulnerable and for the taking. A trucker walks by, into the gas station. She avoids eye contact. She sees a group of them congregating between two of the long trailers. She observes a woman walk up to them, wearing a short leather skirt and a denim jacket. Looks like a hooker, Emmy thinks. She continues to watch as she interacts with them. One of them leaves the scene with her. Emmy shuts her eyes, a knot in her throat again as she considers the idea of hooking to get out of this mess. She sits down at a nearby picnic table, feeling sore all over. A man walks by, making eye contact with her before he goes into the small building. Emmy closes her eyes, lowering her head and resting as she leans into the table.

"Hey... Hey." Emmy is alerted, rising up quickly and looking up at the man speaking to her. It's the same man who she made eye contact with. "Sorry, just, uh, seeing if you're okay." The man says, backing off slightly. Emmy looks like a scared rabbit. She flips her jacket collar, zipping up to the top, trying to hide her neck so he doesn't see the bruising from Mr. Howard hands around her throat.

She eyes him up and down cautiously, trying to get a quick read of him. Looks like a normal, older man, but that doesn't mean anything to her after what she's been through the past few years. "Um... Yeah, I'm just..." She stammers, unsure how to respond.

The man sits down at the table across from her. "You just look like you might need some help is all."

"I, um... I'm not one of those... girls, over there. I'm not, uh, I'm not like a-"

"A lot lizard? Hooker?" The man interrupts. He chuckles slightly under his breath. "I didn't think that. In fact, that's why I came over to see if you're okay because I know you're not one of them. Look, I come by here a lot, and I can tell a lizard from someone normal." He says. "I hate to pry, you can tell me to fuck off if you want. But, how old are you?"

"Um..." Emmy recoils a bit, displaying defensive body language. "I'm old enough." She says.

He nods, laughing slightly. "Okay, well, little miss old enough, what's your name? I'm Bob." He asks.

"Emmy." She states plainly.

"Pretty name. Well, Emmy, you look like you don't belong out here, so if you need some help, let me know, okay?"

"I'm, um, I'm just..." Emmy stammers, trying to explain herself.

"Are you from the city? That's my truck over there, I drive in and out of the city all the time. If you want I can give you a lift. But you gotta tell me soon, I'm on a schedule." He says.

"Yeah, I'm, um, I'm from the city." Emmy answers.

The man stares at her for a second, thinking she must be scared and he needs to gain her trust. "Look, this is my wife and kids..." He says, reaching into his wallet. He shows her a picture of his family. "My name is Bob Myers, I drive a truck. I'm a good guy. I have a daughter who's not much younger than yourself. And I would hate it if she was out here alone, looking as scared as you do. Normally I would say not to get in a vehicle with strange men, but if you want a lift into the city, it's available to you." He says kindly, like trying to gain the trust of an abused puppy. "And you look hungry too, so I bought an extra sandwich and a bottle of juice inside for you. Gas station food ain't the best but..."

"Th-thanks." Emmy blurts out. "I just, um, I'm just a little nervous is all." She warms up to him a bit.

"I can also help you contact the police or something if you want. I don't know why you're out here or what happened to you, but if you need help..."

"I'll... I'll come with you." Emmy says, relaxing a bit. She gets a good feeling from him, but she will remain cautious.

"Well, come on then." Bob smiles jovially. He begins to walk toward his truck. Emmy hesitates, but then follows behind. He opens the passenger side door for her. "It's a big step, I know. Here, lemme help ya." He gently grabs her arm.

"Ow..." Emmy recoils, her arm sore from Mr. Howard's assault. "I got it." She says, hoisting herself up.

Bob gets in. "I call 'er old Bessy, and well, actually, she's the third ol' Bessy. The first two are scrap metal in a junkyard somewhere." He says. "Here, eat up a little, girl. You're all skin and bones." He teases as he hands her the bag of food he purchased.

"Thanks." Emmy smiles, settling in. She sneaks an occasional glance at him. She's curious, trying to figure him out.

"So, not often I have a passenger along. Don't mind me if I talk yer ear off." He says before taking a bite out of his own sandwich.

"I don't mind." Emmy says quietly.

"So, if you don't mind me askin', how did a pretty, nice young lady like yourself wind up out here all alone at night?"

"Um..."

"It's all right, I won't pry."

"Well, I was out with friends and, uh, I somehow just got, like, stranded I guess. They... ditched me."

"You need to get new friends it sounds like." Bob says, curious about her as well. "What about yer mom and dad?"

Emmy hesitates. "...I don't know, just um, they're not... available tonight. I suppose." She answers awkwardly. They continue to chat, though it's mostly him doing the talking. He shows her pictures of his family's new dog, tells her stories of his life on the road, tells her about his family, asks her about herself.

"So, where can I drop ya off?" Bob asks as they get further into the city.

"Um, well, I live off a few side streets, but we'll be on Walton soon, right? I can get off there if it's, you know, on your route or whatever..." Emmy replies.

"I can do that." He nods. Emmy is confused by him, she's half-expecting some sort of advance. She wonders if he's attracted to her at all. She feels indebted to him, like she should go along with his desires, if he shows that he finds her desirable. "Here we are." He says as the semi comes to a stop. "You sure this is close enough?"

Emmy looks around. "Um, yeah, it's close enough... Just a short walk." She responds, looking back at him. "How can I, um, repay you?" She asks softly.

"Oh, don't worry about it." He brushes her off.

Emmy bites her lip a little, feeling that familiar automatic urge to please older men. Every man likes blowjobs, she thinks. "I, um..." She smiles, blushing a little. "Would you like a blowjob?" She asks. He doesn't answer immediately. She perks up, looking at him and gets prepared to get closer to him. "I can suck your dick, to repay you." She says with a bit more confidence.

Bob tenses up. He looks over at her as she's about to lean across and extend her hand. "No thank you." He says bluntly. Emmy recoils, feeling embarrassed. "Emmy..." Bob says. "you don't have to. You're a pretty girl, but I'm married and you know that. I didn't do this for... that. You shouldn't be out here doing that with guys like me. You seem like a nice, good-natured young lady." He says genuinely.

Emmy is speechless. She feels awful, looking down and holding back tears. "I'm sorry." She blurts out.

"It's okay, you get on home though, you hear? Take care of yourself, girl." Bob says, feeling a bit repulsed himself that he put himself in a position of a troubled young girl offering herself up to him like that.

"Thanks... Thank you." Emmy says, looking at him. Bob nods with an almost pitying smile. She exits the cab, stumbling to her feet on her heels as she takes the steep step. She walks to the side and looks back at him. They wave goodbye.

Emmy walks home, a swirl of thoughts and emotions running through her mind. She feels like she humiliated herself with Bob. She feels both the physical and emotional pain of what Mr. Howard did to her. She remembers the joy and innocence of the time spent with her brother. She shivers at the thought of the fear she felt early that morning. And now she's back at home, and she knows her mother is there this time. She opens the door, making her presence known as her mother looks up from her chair in front of the television. "Your brother told me you were here today. Long time no see. No speak, either. I've tried getting in touch with you." Her mother, Pam, begins to rant as she gets up and approaches Emmy.

"Mom, please, not now..." Emmy rebukes.

"So, what were you doing this time? Out with guys again? Drinking? First you move in with your uncle, then with your father, then with Kelly apparently, then you're out doing god knows what, then-" Pam unleashes a torrent of inquisitions on her daughter.

"Suddenly you care?" Emmy quietly responds, not having the energy to match her mom right now.

"You know I work two jobs now. Danny told you, right?" Pam indignantly states.

"Wow, you work to support yourself and Danny now? Congrats." Emmy walks past to get a drink from the fridge.

"Yeah, I can't whore myself out like you I guess." Pam chides viciously.

"Not anymore." Emmy retorts, not even looking at her.

Pam is put in her place. Her aging has been a soft spot for her. "You little... bitch!" She hisses.

Emmy turns around and gets in her face. "Be a mom!" Emmy shouts, stomping her feet. "Danny is miserable and needs you, needs someone to nurture him and I spent the afternoon with him and I can tell he hasn't felt any sort of happiness in a long time." She unleashes her frustrations out on her. "It's too late for you and me, but not for him." Emmy confidently stares her mother in the eye. The resentment she's been harboring is immense and cannot be contained any longer. "And he won't tell me, but if I find out you've been hitting him, I swear to fucking christ, woman, I will break you." Emmy maintains some composure, but the threat is forceful.

Pam is speechless, she turns away. "You are a hateful witch of a child." She sobs.

"Yeah, try to turn it back on you, everyone feel sorry for you. Now take the pills, drink the wine, yep. So predictable." Emmy states as she stares at Pam. She walks away, going to Danny's room. He's sitting on his bed in silence, looking concerned. "It's okay, baby bro. Everything's okay." She says softly, sitting next to him and putting her arm around him.

"I'm glad you're here." Danny smiles, leaning into his big sister.

"I'm glad I am too." Emmy squeezes him and kisses him on his head.

***

Emmy approaches her father's apartment building, grabbing her brother's hand and squeezing. She thinks it's to comfort him, but it's equally done to comfort herself. After just a few days living with her mother, she left and moved in with her father again. He apologized for being absent, for being unable to be there for her in recent weeks, and promised to change. Since moving in she's endured more harassment and intimidation from other residents of the building, which is in a rougher part of town. Gabriel and his friends, all of them sharing the same sort of mexican gang-affiliated tattoos. The men, all in their twenties and all of them with criminal records, have been at odds with Emmy's father Ray. Emmy dreads any interaction with them. They're often hanging around outside near the entrance, loitering, smoking weed, and blasting hip-hop. Today is one such day where Emmy will have to pass by them to enter. The long walk up is torturous. She can already feel their eyes on her. As she approaches, they become silent for a few moments, which makes it worse. Emmy looks down, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them. Danny too is frightened by them.

"What's up, pretty little mama?" One of them breaks the silence.

"Your little ass gets finer by the day, girl..." Another chimes in. They chuckle slightly. They like to catcall any pretty female in sight.

"How come you never stay and talk to us, huh? Too good for us, bitch?" Another adds. Emmy tries her best to ignore them. She tries to lead her brother up through a small path in the stairs, but one of them steps in front to block it. She tries to side-step, he blocks her again. They laugh.

Emmy finally looks up at them, looking at the one who's blocking her. "Please." She says meekly in her soft voice. Danny squeezes her hand, afraid.

"Your sister is fine as fuck, hermano." One says to Danny. "I want some of whatchu got, lil chica." He stands up and approaches Emmy. She looks down, uncomfortable.

"Yo, back off ese. Let them pass." Gabriel says as he exits from the front entrance. "Tired of you cholos making me look bad, man. These are my neighbors." The others take their orders. Emmy walks up the stairs with Danny behind her. She looks up at Gabriel, almost telling him thank you, but just wanting to get inside and away from them. He's usually the one in the group who gives her the least amount of trouble, and he seems to be the leader of sorts.

"Eat up, Em." Ray says. He brought home pizza after work. "You could use a little meat on your bones." Emmy rolls her eyes. "If you don't, this beast will eat it all." He playfully motions toward Danny. Emmy is preoccupied with her phone. It makes Ray sigh, wishing she'd spend less time on it. Emmy is concerned with some of the cyber bullying she's been receiving. Her social life has deteriorated further, largely in part to Kelly's influence, causing Emmy to be ostracized among their shared social circles. Emmy's reputation as the biggest slut in school has only grown. Even though Kelly believed Emmy about her relationship with her father when they had a talk, a peace meeting of sorts, she's still targeted her. Emmy's depression and anxiety has gotten worse, making her skip more school than she used to before. Her life since that hectic day has been largely uneventful otherwise. She's physically recovered, but the emotional and psychological scars remain.

"Hmm, Em?" Ray attempts to grab her attention. Emmy looks up, confused. She had been focused on her phone. "Are you coming to the game with us?"

"Come with us." Danny adds, excited about going to the baseball game.

"Oh, um... I don't know. Probably not." Emmy answers, despondent as she looks back down on her phone. Ray shakes his head as he sighs. Emmy leaves abruptly, receiving a peculiar text. Her heart sinks as she plops down on her bed to read it. It's another threatening, cryptic text from a blocked name and blocked number. 'Cute shirt you wore today. Red suits you. Can't wait to see what you look like as a corpse.' it reads. She finally decides to respond. "Who... are... you?" She whispers to herself, her mouth dry and her blood ran cold. 'One day you will find out.' He or she instantly responds. Emmy tosses her phone. She often thinks it's someone from school messing with her. Her mind runs through all the possibilities.

Later that evening she's in the laundry room downstairs, doing her and Danny's laundry. The door to the room opens and when she turns to see who it is, she sees Gabriel. Emmy jerks her head back, looking away from him and tensing up. He smirks as he notices her. "Emmy..." He says as he walks up to the machine next to her. He begins to retrieve his own laundry. Emmy continues in awkward silence. "What, no hello?" He playfully adds.

Emmy looks over at him. "Hi." She says meekly. Another bout of silence passes.

"We never had a proper introduction. I'm Gabriel, but call me Gabe." He says in a friendly manner. Emmy isn't sure if he's just messing with her. "I know, I know... But my idiot friends aren't around. And I'm sorry, you know, about them." He says sincerely. She considers him being truthful, after all he has been merciful to her before and called his dogs off today.

Emmy looks at him again, her eyes wandering up his toned, tattooed body in a white tank top. "Your friends are fucking assholes." She says with more confidence in her voice.

"I'm not like them. I may look like it, but I'm not." He adds. Emmy can tell he sounds different in comparison to the handful of times she's observed him around his gang. "They're idiots. I'll tell them to knock it off." He says as he folds his laundry.

Emmy doesn't respond, allowing another period of silence. "Here..." She says, noticing him fold his clothes. "You're doing it all wrong." She says, stepping closer and taking over.

Gabriel steps back, smiling as he raises his hand. "A'ight, show me how it's done. I'm not used to this stuff since my woman left me." He chuckles.

"It won't wrinkle this way." She continues to assist him. "And these? You shouldn't even machine dry these, you should hang them up."

He smiles as he watches. "I'll keep that in mind. Damn, I hope I didn't ruin them."

"No, it should be fine. For now." Emmy responds, feeling a bit more comfortable around him.

"My buddies are dogs, I know, but they got a point... You are fine as hell." He says in a somewhat suave tone. Emmy can't help but smile a little and he notices. "See? I know you don't completely hate me." He says playfully. "Just sort of hate me, ha?" Emmy smiles further. She's always thought he was a good looking guy.

"I like you a lot more when your friends aren't around." She says, blushing a little as she looks down.

"Well, then I guess they're not gonna be around much anymore." He responds. He puts his hand on her shoulder, moving a bit of her hair back. "Because I like it when you like me, baby." He says quietly, getting closer. "And I like you a lot..." He says, getting behind her. Emmy feels a slight shiver as his hand caresses her. "Especially in your cute little Spongebob jammies." He teases.

Emmy giggles. "Shut up!" She exclaims, blushing a little more. "I've had them for years... they're old. It's laundry day after all, right?" She defends herself, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"They barely even cover your legs. They're like, what is it called, capri pants?" He teases again, looking her up and down. He likes her thin, long legs. He likes everything about her. Hot little white girls are his weakness. "They look good on you, though, mama. But I bet anything does."

"Shut up..." Emmy replies softly.

Gabriel steps to her other side, looking down at her laundry. "Will I find some Spongebob panties in here?" He asks with a grin as he puts his hand in.

"No." Emmy replies, smiling as she continues to fold his clothes.

"Nah, you got some big girl ones, huh? Oh look, what's that, some cute little kitty panties?" He asks playfully while holding them up.

"Stop!" Emmy protests, grabbing them as she smiles.

"Pussy to cover your pussy?" He jokes. "Your laundry seems a bit wet still..." He says, running his hands through the basket. "Looks like we need to put them back in for a little while longer." He picks up the basket and proceeds to throw her clothes back into the machine. Emmy is about to stop him, but doesn't. He presses the button. "Looks like you're stuck here with me until they're done." He grins at her. She playfully rolls her eyes.

Gabriel suddenly grabs her hips and lifts her up unto the vibrating machine in one swift motion. "Oh!" Emmy exclaims, taken by surprise.

"A queen up on her throne of this shitty building." He says with a playful grin. Emmy giggles, shaking her head. "When I was a kid I loved sitting on the machines." Emmy sits, smiling, wagging her feet side-to-side as she tilts her head. "Damn, thank you so much, lil chica." He says as he looks over his basket of folded clothes.

"No problem." Emmy responds softly. She watches as he takes his top off.

"Might as well put a fresh one on, eh?" He says after slipping another tank top on.

Emmy laughs. "It's like the same shirt."

"Yeah, but this one is fresh and warm and I got this new fabric softener stuff." He says. "Smells good." He sniffs his top as he pulls it up to his nose. "See?" He says, getting closer to her.

"Yeah." Emmy agrees, smelling his top. She can't help but notice his toned, dark body, and his tats. "I like your, um, tattoos." She says timidly.

"Yeah? Thanks. I saw the little tramp stamp you got." He teases. "You ever think about getting any more ink?"

Emmy giggles. "I don't know."

"Just don't get any stupid ones after drinking tequila all night." He says, showing her his right bicep.

Emmy laughs. "Winnie the Pooh? Really?" She inspects the ink covering his arm.

"Yeah, I don't know. I don't have a good excuse. I tried to turn it into something else with everything surrounding it, but..."

"It's cute." Emmy giggles.

"Yeah, I loved Winnie when I was a little chimaco. We have a shared appreciation for honey." He says, smiling at her flirtatiously. She looks down, trying to suppress the smile of her own. He steps back and begins to undo his belt and slide off his jeans. Emmy watches, somewhat in awe of his audaciousness. She watches as he puts on a fresh pair of jeans from his laundry basket. "Ah, that's better." He says as he does his belt back up. Emmy notices his shiny belt buckle, it looks like a prized possession of his. She blushes a little and looks away, noticing how much she's been staring at him.

"They, um, look nice on you." She blurts out softly.

"Yeah?" He grins. "Just bought them a few weeks ago. They better look good because they weren't cheap."

Emmy's eyes return to him. "Your belt is nice, it's um, I don't know. It doesn't look like any old belt." She can notice the outline of his bulge in his somewhat tight designer jeans, of a lighter fade.

Gabriel looks down. "It's snake skin, and the buckle plate is real silver, those are my initials."

"It looks cool." Emmy says, wagging her feet still, staring at him. She looks away as his eyes meet hers. Internally she curses herself out, 'really, cool? It looks cool?'

Just then, she feels his hand on her leg. She jumps slightly, her skin flinching and reacting to his sudden touch. She gulps nervously as she looks at him, his eyes meeting hers. He stares intensely. She hasn't been touched since that night nearly two weeks ago, when Mr. Howard beat her up. "Eres tan bonita, Emmy."

"What does that mean?" Emmy asks as he gets closer.

Gabriel extends his hand to the back of her head, pulling her in. "You are so pretty." He says in a sensual manner. Their lips lock for a brief moment before he pulls away a bit. Emmy shuts her eyes, getting lost in the moment. His hand continues to rub her leg, rising closer to her pussy. Emmy lets out a subdued, soft moan as she feels it. Combined with the vibration from the machine, a shiver flows through her petite body as her dangling feet squirm and curl. His lips move in again, staying longer. His hand grips the back of her hair a little tighter, opening and closing as he gets a feel for her soft, thick hair. Her moans tremble into him as she gets increasingly aroused.

"Ahh.." She moans softly as his lips part from her. He leans closer to her, his head bending down to kiss the side of her neck. Emmy shuts her eyes, biting her bottom lip as she moans. His hand rubs her harder, more methodically. He rubs over her pussy, teasing her clit through the fabric of her Spongebob pajamas. Her right hand feels his toned, strong arm, her other hand resists against his sturdy chest, alternating between feeling his skin and feeling the fabric of his fresh top. "Mmmm..." She purrs, getting lost in her arousal. He's so bold, so smooth, it has made her melt for him. They kiss again, making out harder. She moans helplessly into his mouth as his hand rubs her pussy. She goes slightly limp, unable to focus on kissing him, as warm waves of pleasure pulsate through her. He can feel how wet she is. Her body is weak and vulnerable from her impending orgasm. She squeals under her breath, trying not to be too loud. "Gabriel..." She moans out, her eyes rolling back. He's practically fingering her through the fabric of her pajamas. She pants, almost humping into his hand, and letting the relentless vibration of the machine take her. "Ah... Ah..." She whimpers. Just then, the machine stops. They look at each other and smile. She lets out a soft giggle as she blushes. She looks down, seeing the grown bulge in his jeans. "I want to suck your cock..." She whispers, looking up at him.

"I know you do." Gabriel grins confidently, stepping back. He's even more excited than she is. He knew he would eventually get her, but didn't know it would be this wildly successful so soon.

Emmy slips off the machine, her eyes glued to his body. The hyper-sexual part of her brain is activated. She's immensely turned on, nearly shaking from arousal. This part of her brain dominates her, dictates her actions, obscures her mind and clouds her judgment. The source of many of her regrets and cause of many harmful situations she's been in, enhanced and spurred on by her sordid history of abuse and manipulation. She approaches him, submissively leaning into his body. She stares at a long, faded scar on his chest. She kisses it gently. She eyes over his tattoos, much of them gang-affiliated. "What's this one?" Emmy asks curiously in het soft voice, pulling his shirt down slightly to get a better look. It's a design featuring a grim reaper and multiple skulls around it. Her eyes rise up to meet him.

"Each skull represents... You don't want to know." He says, giving her an icey glare.

Emmy looks back down at it, gently running her fingers on it. It scares her. She leans in to softly kiss it. While holding on to his belt, she slowly kneels in front of him, so submissive and obedient. She looks up at him, her big eyes so innocent and eager to please. He smirks confidently, his hand caressing the side of her head. She leans her head against his touch, kissing his hand. She looks back up at him as her hands slowly feel up and down each leg of his crisp jeans. Perking up a bit on her knees to better face his crotch, she lightly grips the outside of his pockets to hold on, then moves her mouth in to kiss his shiny silver buckle, leaving behind a feint imprint of her pink lips. Her lips move down to run along the outline of his large bulge. She lets out a soft and muted moan, loving the feeling of teasing his hard denim cock between her pillowy lips. His hand continues to caress her hair slowly, petting her pretty little head. Her wet pussy continues to tingle and throb as her senses are aroused by him, the smell of his cologne, of his fresh jeans, the feel of his bulge on her lips, the sight of him standing dominantly above her. His hand interrupts her, coming into view to unzip his jeans and fish out his cock. She lets out a subtle, excited gasp as it flops out of his zipper. "It's big..." She smiles up at him, then staring back down at his piece.

"Yeah, perfect for little white girls like yourself." He says lowly, grinning down and loving the boost to his already massive ego.

Emmy's lips lean forward to kiss it gently, planting slow pecks on the top side of his dangling shaft, curved downward. It's probably around eight inches, decent girth, smooth and a darker shade of brown than the rest of his body. She kisses up the shaft, ending at his bulbous head, kissing it all over, her head tilting back and going lower as she kisses the underside while gazing up at him. She feels good kneeling in front of him, submitting and pleasing. His cock becomes fully erect before she even puts it in her mouth. Gabriel stares down at her, loving the sight. "Suck my cock, puta."

Emmy begins to slowly suck on his cock while her big, submissive eyes gaze up at him. Her soft little hand wraps around the shaft, jerking in motion with her eager mouth. Her head rises slightly as she focuses more on her cock pleasing duties. She shuts her eyes, moaning softly over his cock. "Mmm..." She whimpers, working her mouth into a rhythm on his throbbing pole. His shaft begins to visibly glisten under the light as she moves her mouth up and down the upper half of it. He loves the job she's doing, her perfect level of suction, the way she moans, the way she moves her lips, even her tongue feels like it's designed for his cock. She works his cock like she's worked so many others, with utmost care and precision, taking him up and down the roller coaster of her blowjob.

"Buena chica..." Gabriel says under his breath as he hangs his head back, feeling Emmy go faster on his cock, taking him deeper into her warm little mouth. "Ahhh..." He exhales, looking back down and admiring her expert cock sucking ability. His throbbing brown cock disappears into her mouth and down her throat as Emmy drives her head forward, opening her throat to receive him flawlessly. She rises, then takes it again, over and over.

"Mmm... Mmm..." Emmy hums and moans like a horny school girl on his cock as she deepthroats him. For several moments the only sound that can be heard in the laundry room is her slurping and his wet cock plugging her slutty mouth. "Aaahhh.." Emmy pants after his cock pops out of her mouth, her eyes again gazing up at him in total submission. A long line of pre-cum connects her lips with his cock, falling down to her chin and neck.

Gabriel is fully turned on, his heart beating a bit faster as his brain swirls with pleasure. "Put that pretty mouth on these big balls, you sexy little bitch." Emmy does as told, moving her mouth in to put her lips on his big, smooth balls. He meticulously grooms his balls too. Her pink lips tug on them delicately, opening and closing on his heavy sack and pressing her little tongue against them. "Yeah, you've sucked a lot of nuts before, little puta." He grins as he stares down. He grabs his cock, jerking it off over her face. "Yeah, look up at me, bitch..." He says, having fun with her and enjoying himself. He slaps his cock on her face. She puckers her lips as he rubs his cock on them. "Sexy little bitch..." He says under his breath as he looks at her face. "Keep suckin'."

Emmy opens her mouth, forming an 'o' shape with her lips as she resumes sucking his dick. His cock slides in and out of her mouth. She starts slow, getting progressively faster and more aggressive, then takes her foot off the gas and slows down again. She bats her eyes up to him again as she rises up to his swollen tip, letting out a horny whimper with her submissive gaze. Her little hand begins to hold his heavy sack, rubbing his balls as she sucks the tip. She goes harder and faster, and puts more pressure on his balls as she rubs them, making him groan above her. His knees buckle slightly, his body reacting to the sensation. He's had countless blowjobs in his life, but few like this. She stops suddenly, almost taking him to the edge of orgasm. She looks up at him as his wet cock dangles in front of her, drips of pre-cum dropping on her perky chest. "My dad would be pretty pissed if he saw us right now..." She says with a slight smile, her naughty, lustful eyes gazing up to him.

Gabriel grins too. "Yeah, that maricón wouldn't like that... Too bad. He would just have to accept it." He says arrogantly, turned on that she even said that. It makes Emmy bite her lower lip, arousing her further. "Hands behind your back, baby." He instructs. Emmy does as told, putting her hands behind her. He bends his knees a bit and reaches down to put his hand on the back of her head. He pushes her down on his cock, beginning to slowly pump her mouth. Emmy doesn't skip a beat, taking him effortlessly, his cock plunging into her mouth. The wet sound of his cock plugging her mouth gets louder and louder. He bucks his hip forward in rhythm with her head, over and over. "Ah... fuck..." He groans. He goes harder and faster, fucking her face. "Arghh!" He growls gripping her head and forcing her all the way down. She can feel the coldness of his fancy belt buckle press against her forehead. She can feel his cock at the back of her throat. He lets go suddenly.

"Ah!" Emmy pants as his cock exits. Her eyes water slightly. After a brief moment, she gets under his cock to run her tongue along the shaft while looking up at him.

"Yeah... You like that shit, huh? You like my cock, bitch?" Gabriel grins, his heart thumping with arousal after being pushed to the edge again.

"I love your cock, daddy..." She answers softly in her bubbly voice.

"Call me 'papi'."

"I love your cock... papi." Emmy grins, continuing to lick up and down his shaft slowly. She goes back up to his tip, licking and kissing the underside as she looks up at him. He bends his knees again, extending his hand to grip her hair, and his cock inserting back into her mouth. He continues to fuck her face, plunging about half of it in and out of her mouth as she opens wide but keeps her lips perfectly snug around him.

"Err!" The latino gang member groans out as he fucks her face harder and faster. GELK-GELK, GELK-GELK, his cock rams into her face and penetrates her throat. He pants harder, abusing her little mouth. "Aaaarrgghh!" He growls and grits his teeth, plugging into her face all the way and forcing her to take his full length. He pulls out quickly. Emmy pants, her eyes watery again. He pants too, recovering from another trip to the edge. Emmy moves in to dutifully suck, lick, and kiss his balls. "Ah..." Gabriel sighs, hanging his head back as his heart pounds. Emmy begins to take his cock again, starting out at a middling pace, placing her hand back on his cock and jerking him in rhythm with her mouth. "Yeah, baby... Suck me..." He says quietly as he feels her mouth take him over and over. She grips harder, going faster with both hand and mouth. Her thick, soft hair bounces back and forth. She lets out a few horny whimpers and moans. Every blowjob is important to her, but she's been more impassioned about this one than most. She rises up to the tip, stopping, batting her big doll eyes up at him, slowing it down on his tip while she strokes his cock with one hand and cups and rubs his balls with the other. He stares into her eyes, loving the submissive gaze, the almost desperate and helpless look in her youthful eyes. Her eyes refocus on his shaft, increasing the tempo again and going further down his shaft, in and out, up and down, faster and faster. Gabriel groans more, beginning to buck his hips into her again, his hand going back to her head. "Ah... Ah..." He can feel the immense orgasm rising. "Errgh! Fuck!" He groans loudly as his cock begins to erupt. He grips her hair, plunging into her mouth. Emmy sucks hard, moaning louder on his throbbing cock. She feels him explode, shooting thick ropes down her throat. She swallows as it comes. "Aahhh.. Aaahhh." He moans, his body overcome with intense sensation. He relaxes, stumbling back a bit. Emmy's mouth doesn't stop, working his sensitive cock as it continues to erupt the last drops of a massive load. "Motherfuck...er..." He gasps and pants, feeling the wave of warm orgasm pulsate through him. He looks down as she continues to slowly suck his throbbing cock. She's at the tip, shooting another submissive gaze up at him as her hand gently cups his exhausted sack.

Emmy takes her mouth off him. "Was I good, papi?" She lets out a bubbly giggle. She resumes licking and kissing his delicate shaft.

Gabriel nods. "Muy bueno, bitch." He pants, recovering. He grins as Emmy licks him clean, taking care of his cock as it slowly softens. He hasn't felt an aftershock like that from a blowjob in a long time. He usually doesn't even cum from blowjobs. She gives his brown cock one final smooch as she looks up at him, before tucking it back in his jeans. Her mouth moves in to kiss his belt buckle again.

"G-A-E? Gabriel and Emmy?" She looks up from his belt buckle with a smile.

"Gabriel Adonis Estrada." He replies with a smirk, loving that he seems to already have her in the palm of his hand. He takes her hand and helps her to her feet. "Thanks for the blowjob, Emmy. Can't wait to do it again sometime." He says in a suave manner, before leaning down to give her a sensual kiss on her forehead while lightly grabbing the back of her head and stroking her hair.

"Thank you... papi." Emmy smiles, blushing a little and coming down from her own high, watching him walk past her.

"And thank you for teaching me how to better fold my clothes." Gabriel smiles as he walks past her again, carrying his laundry basket. Emmy is left there, feeling a mix of intense emotions. She can't help but smile, even though she knows she's supposed to hate him, and she thought she did. She sits back on the dryer machine, wagging her feet and playing with her hair as she replays it all in her head.

"Oh, there you are. I forgot you went down to get your laundry, I thought you were back already. What took you so long?" Ray inquires as Emmy gets back inside his apartment. He had been half-asleep on his favorite chair, watching the game.

"Oh, um... Just had to put them back in the dryer is all, so I just... stayed down there and waited." Emmy answers gingerly, blushing as she quickly walks past his field of view. Later that night she'll finger herself while replaying it in her mind.

***

'I LIKE YOUR HAIR'

'NICE BOOTS'

'NICE JACKET, IS IT NEW?'

'YOU LOOK SCARED EMMY, WHAT'S WRONG?'

'HAVE YOU EVER BEEN RAPED BEFORE?'

'I BET YOU HAVE'

'HOW ABOUT KILLED?'

Those are some of the texts Emmy has received as she stands alone outside of an abandoned hotel. Her heart racing, frozen in fear, her eyes darting around to look out for danger. Her breath is cold and nervous. The temperature is cold enough as it is, but this flurry of threatening texts makes her feels chills she's never felt before.

'YOU SEEM SCARED'

'WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?'

'YOU CAN CALL THE COPS BUT CAN THEY GET HERE IN TIME?'

Emmy shakes violently, folding her arms and looking all around. She's scared to move, to do anything. She wishes she hadn't even considered the proposal she received online. She has been ignoring responses to her escort ad, but this one was too good to pass up. Two thousand dollars for one night. The man had offered his information, he seemed credible. He's certified. Other escorts confirmed it. He gave her the address of a hotel to meet him at, but her heart sank when the taxi drove away and she looked at the building and noticing there's no lights on. Tonight Emmy is finding out this must be the same anonymous person who has been harassing her for weeks, sending her strange texts.

'CUNT'

'SLUT'

'WHORE'

Emmy begins to walk away, hoping to find anybody for safety and comfort. A noise from a nearby bush makes her freeze in place, quietly shrieking to herself as she covers her mouth. She turns around, then again, in all directions. She frantically gets her phone back out and her shaking fingers begin to find what she's looking for. "Please... please..." She says quietly, wiping away tears. "Hi, um, uncle Chris? I need your help."

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