“You’re right,” I say in a rush, any idea coming. “I’m a whore. Which meansyouhave to pay.”
“Fine,” he says, his voice laced with disgust, his cruel mouth turned down in a scowl. He reaches for his wallet, pulling it out and flipping it open with one hand.
“I don’t want money,” I say.
“I don’t think you’re really in a position to bargain,” Duke says. “You’re naked on the floor in the janitor’s closet. We can do whatever we want to you.” As if to prove his point, he reaches down and pinches my ass hard enough to make me choke back a sob. But there’s no time to cry.
“You could,” I agree, blinking back the tears in my eyes. “But does it really prove I’m a whore if you take something from me? Or does it say something about whatyouare?”
“What do you want?” Baron asks.
“I want you to erase the picture,” I say.
“There’s no picture,” Royal says.
“I saw you take it.”
Duke leans forward, his breath warm on my ear. “It’s a video, Cherry Pie.”
I close my eyes, not wanting to think about that right now. “Erase it,” I say. “And I won’t fight. I’ll suck your dick in exchange for that payment, just like the whore you say I am. I won’t bite you, or fight back, or anything. I’ll give you the best head you’ve ever gotten in your life.”
The twins both look to Royal. His jaw is tight, but he nods as he pulls down the front of his pants, just far enough to free his cock. “Afterwards.”
I swallow hard, trying not to gape. He’s every bit as huge as I thought, thick and long and straight, his skin smooth with thick veins running up his shaft. My mouth goes dry, and I press my knees together with more than fear. I shouldn’t be able to feel anything remotely close to arousal right now, but a cock is a sexual thing, and my body responds. My pulse flutters in my throat, and my heart slams hard against my sternum. I wet my lips, and Royal pushes his cock down to my lips.
I run my tongue over the tip, and I feel Royal shudder above me. A surge of heat courses through me, and I strain forward against Duke’s hold, angling my head to run my tongue over every inch of Royal’s soft skin, lapping him up like the thirsty bitch he said I was. I kneel up as far as I can and sink my mouth over his glorious girth, stroking my tongue back and forth over the vein on the underside of his cock.
“Look at her go,” Duke says, laughing as he leans around to watch. “Give it to her like a slut.”
Royal’s fingers tighten in my hair, and he draws my head back. His eyes are terrifyingly blank, like looking into a pool of ink.
“I don’t fucking trust you,” he says, gripping my jaw with his other hand. He hooks his thumb over my teeth, pulling my mouth open. “Don’t move. Just sit there and take it.”
He pushes back into my mouth, one hand gripping my hair so hard tears blur my vision, the other hand holding my lower jaw in place. He starts thrusting into my mouth, his cock slicking over my tongue and into my throat until I gag. He slams in harder, driving into the back of my throat with bruising force while I choke and try not to puke.
It’s just a blowjob, I tell myself. I’ve given dozens of them. I’ve given them to a gross old guy I never liked to begin with. And this isn’t a gross old guy. It’s a beautiful, damaged boy who I would’ve done this willingly for, with no payment, just two days ago. And if it’s not an ideal situation, at least I’m getting something out of it.
It’s worth it to have that video erased, even if I’m not blowing him anymore. I’m immobilized while he fucks my mouth hard and fast, for what feels like hours. Tears pour down my cheeks, and I feel spit trickling out the corners of my mouth as I try to swallow the salty tastes of his precum in my throat.
At last, I start choking so hard he has to pull out. I lean forward, doubling over while I spit and cough uncontrollably.
“Ah, man, such a waste of a good cough,” Duke says. “I could be getting off inside that sweet pussy right now.”
“No,” Royal says in that same hollow tone. I swallow the last of the spasms in my aching, bruised throat and straighten slowly, my face hot from the coughing fit. He’s already put himself away, even though he didn’t cum, and I sink back on my heels, trembling with relief that it’s over. He busies himself pulling strands of my hair from between his fingers and dropping them onto the floor. “Let her up.”
Duke releases me while Baron stands back, watching me like he’s afraid I’m going to attack. But all the fight has drained out of me. I feel numb as I pick up my skirt and pull it back on.
I keep telling myself it could have been worse. It could have been so much worse.
Nothing that bad happened. One blowjob. That’s it. One more guy whose dick has been in my mouth. They barely touched me. I’m fine. I’m lucky.
When I’m dressed, I stand and smooth my hands over my skirt. I face dead-eyed Royal squarely, not letting that creepy stare unnerve me. “Erase the video.”
He takes his phone out of his pocket, scrolls through, and then hands it to me. There’s the thumbnail of the video, a little arrow in the middle. I swallow hard and click play. I don’t watch the whole thing, only about ten seconds. That’s enough. The person on the floor could be anyone—anyone with hair exactly like mine. It’s not a dead giveaway, but it’s easily identifiable if someone suggested it was me. The worst part is Mr. Behr. A gross, hairy white belly bobs against my head with every heavy breath he takes.
I stop the video, my hands shaking, my face burning with shame and humiliation. It’s okay. It’ll be gone forever, and no one else will ever have to see it. It’ll only be burned into my brain for the rest of my life, the shame of it hitting me in a fresh wave every time I look at these boys and remember it’s burned into their memories, too.
But there’s nothing I can do about that. I hit delete, grateful that Royal gave me the satisfaction of erasing the evidence of my worst moment myself. I check the photo on either side of the video to make sure he doesn’t have more. Then I hand the phone back.