“Look around sweetheart. You are me. Hell, around here, I’m better than you are.” I opened my mouth to say something, and he stepped in closer so I got a good look at his sneer. His derision. “You’re one step away from being a junkie whore, and I just want a taste before you’re all used up.”
All used up. It was similar wording to things my mother had said over the years, always nagging me about how important it was to hold on to my virtue. I wasn’t used up. I wasn’t used at all, thanks to her incessant reminders in my ear, and I refused to waste that on anyone unless it was what I wanted.
Straightening my spine, I squared my shoulders and looked Squeaker right in the eyes. I was firm but kind.
“So you don’t want the money?” I held it up between my thumb and forefinger, tempting him to take it instead of the payment he wanted.
His eyes turned black when he snatched the cash from my fingers and tossed two little baggies my way. “On the house,” he said with a laugh and stared at me. Expectantly.
I looked down at the small bags. I knew what they were, and I wanted what was in them. Badly. He knew it, and I knew he knew it, but still I hesitated. I tried to wait him out, but Squeaker stayed where he was, arms crossed with a smug smile on his face. He didn’t move.
I knelt down to grab the bags from the alley floor. Then Squeaker moved in quickly, his bigger body pressed against mine until my back was squashed against the cement wall. His hand went to my breast and he squeezed. Hard.
“Stop it!”
I was stuck. Squirming only increased the friction, which made the pervert smile. “Oh, you’ve got more under these ugly ass clothes than I thought.” His hips thrust against mine, and I felt the hardness of his erection too close to my lady parts, but no amount of struggling helped me to break free.
“Keep moving like that and this’ll be over before it gets good.”
His dark laugh sent a shiver down my spine.
“No. Stop,” I gasped. My breath came in short, sharp pants, the fear real as my heart thudded hard against my ribs. “Stop!”
“I’ll stop when I’m good and fucking ready,” he growled. His hand slid up my body and when his palm reached my throat, his fingers wrapped around my neck. “You understand?”
I nodded quickly as one hand went to his wrist and the other tried to pry some of his fingers loose from my neck.
“I can’t hear you. I asked if you understood?”
I nodded again, even though I didn’t understand. Not at all.
“You understand that you owe me money and that means I own you. It means I can do whatever I want and you take it like the junkie whore in training you are.” Every syllable was spoken with a kind of hate and vitriol I didn’t understand. A few moments ago we were bantering and now…this.
“No. I’ll. Get.” The words wouldn’t come out because I could barely get a breath out around the tight grip of his hand. “The money. I’ll get it.”
“Goddamn right you will,” he said and squeezed a little harder until my back rubbed against the wall when he lifted me in the air. It was only a few inches but to my terrified brain it felt like I was at least twenty feet in the air. “You’ll get me what you owe me plus the two bags in your hand now.”
I dropped the bags immediately and he laughed.
“They’re yours. You owe me for them.”
“No,” I managed to squeak out and that only made him angrier.
His grip was so tight on my neck that black spots appeared around the edges of my vision, leaving me totally unprepared for the invasion of his hand between my legs. “Oh yes, Red. You got a nice fat pussy, don’tcha?”
His fingers slid across my pussy over my panties, and he pinched my lips. “I’ll bet you get real wet. I love a pussy that gushes.”
I choked and gagged on my words and screams, my body moving like a madwoman to get away from this man and his wicked touch. “No!”
“Yes, goddammit!” His grip tightened on my neck until my eyes met his so I could see the anger swimming in his eyes, the wild, irrational look that told me he wasn’t as put together as he appeared. His finger slid inside me and he pumped it in and out.
“Ooh, baby, you’re so wet, I can’t wait to fuck you. To bend you over and fuck you from behind, to tear open that tight little virgin asshole of yours.” He rubbed his dick against me and shuddered, his lips pressed against my neck and I slammed my eyes shut against the nausea that rose up within me. “I expect the rest of my money. Tomorrow.”