Chapter 18 #2
“Can I fuck her now. Once? She has to go to work but I’ll be fast.” He laughed at Scott’s measured no. Then he came to me and fumbled at his pants, unzipping.
“He never said not to do this. Am I correct, Scottie?”
The sigh across the phone speakers was obvious and loud. “Go for it. Put the phone closer.”
“First, though.” Axl turned the vibe back on. It was a big, ugly, black thing with a huge round end. He stuck it on me and wedged it onto my clit and pussy with his knee, while he jacked off. His eyes swept up and down, studying me as I moaned, and he worked his hand slickly on his cock.
“What a fucking sight.” He grunted, his hand moving faster. This man callously jacking off to my naked and defiled body—as if I were an object, just a female with holes and nothing else, and with the massive orc dong still crammed inside me—it was enough to set me climbing again.
I shook and couldn’t help pushing forward, spreading myself. The vibe was painful and hard and felt as if it was planning to eat my sexual parts. I wanted it, I needed it.
Fuck, it was excruciating.
I begged him to stop it, to turn it off, and Axl stared, his smirk mean and knowing—the arrogant bastard.
I screamed then sobbed as I came this time, rasping stupid noises, torn between disjointed hard-edged pains that fractured into pleasure.
I was jerking even as he spurted come onto me, splattering my thighs and my breasts.
Untied, ungagged, unclamped, and with the bag removed, he helped me to the shower, then stripped me. I was showered by Axl, fast and ruthlessly.
I had no energy left. I swear my clit was numb, and the vibrations fed into it were still echoing.
For a few steps, on the way to the shower, it had hurt to walk.
Once he dressed me and we were outside my apartment door, Axl kissed me one last time then handed me my bag and keys.
“If you hurry, you won’t be late. You were such a good girl for us. We need to reward you and do it again, soon.”
I leaned against the wall beside my door and I glared.
“That was so goddamned illegal,” I croaked, legs quivering.
“You sure of that? You loved it.” He growled out a final statement: “All recorded too and not a single protest once I had you coming and coming. That takedown though… Fuck, girl, now I know why he’s so obsessed with keeping you.”
Then he left me, sauntering toward the elevator.
I had time to catch the next bus, although I’d probably be late arriving at the college. I hurried despite feeling wrecked and on another world.
I sprinted up the steps of Monarte College and hit the floor inside with my plain black flat shoes, gathered myself and my wits, and strode forward. Only fifteen minutes late.
I shot Mrs. Theodore a smile and thought I had passed the test, but she cleared her throat and beckoned me over.
“Yes?” I dodged past a student who was even later than I. “Is something wrong? The bus was running late, Mrs. Theodore.”
“You’re not scheduled for a class today, Miss Morrison. Here. I was instructed to give you this. It’s from the secretary. Also you are required to attend a meeting after classes end, at five PM, in the principal’s office.”
“Oh.” I picked up the long white envelope. “What is this?”
“Not my business to know, Miss Morrison.”
I cranked out a smile. “Thanks.” Then I turned and slowly made my way back to the entrance while inserting a pen beneath the sealed envelope and ripping it open. Pieces of paper fell to the polished floor. I ignored that. I dreaded what was inside.
Why had they not emailed me whatever this was?
NOTICE OF MORALITY SHOW-CAUSE CONSULTATION
“Fuck.” I said it loud enough for Mrs. Theodore to hear and her shocked intake of breath was also audible.
I fluttered the envelope and grinned as if it were Christmas, then I left.
Sedately, I walked down the stairs, then I hesitated.
Show cause meant they were going to dismiss me if I could not disprove whatever it was, they thought I’d done.
Considering everything I had ever done, this could be ruinous.
After what had happened an hour ago, I was sure they were right. I was not a good or moral person, or normal, or suitable to be near any other human being. I bit my lip and strived not to show how close I was to crying.
It couldn’t be what had just happened, that was too soon. My legs and pussy agreed. Too soon.
Also no one could have seen us. The park—it had to be that.
Someone had seen that? Noooo.
“Fuck.” I nibbled a corner of the envelope before balling it up and throwing it in a bin.
I had been naked at the BDSM club, but that was among like-minded people. Showing off your kinks to the unsuspecting public, who had not consented, was a huge failure to follow their rules, too. I even flunked kink.
Fingers pressed to my eyeballs to hold back those persistent tears, I kept thinking. It was best not to sit in a corner sobbing until the meeting.
Walk a couple of blocks to a café? Would drinking coffee help?
I could try to formulate a defense. Your honor, I was taken advantage of by a stranger. No, your honor I did not report it to the police because I had too many orgasms.
Not good. But better a table at a café than going home and moping. Retail therapy afterward?
I didn’t usually get a huge kick out of shopping, but everyone I might vent to was at work at this time of day.
Mind and stomach churning with anxiety, I trudged to the café and ate too much cake, then ventured into shops, a library, then more shops.
I bought almost nothing, having realized I was likely to be unemployed soon.
At three PM they sent me an email with more details: A public sexual encounter was observed by Mr. Wharton, a member of the school board stood out among all the text.
I smacked my forehead with my palm, several times in succession. Did I need the job to pay rent? Yes. What were my chances of getting found innocent? Zero?
I needed a lawyer and could not afford one. They paid me well enough to keep my apartment but not enough for that.