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Giulio shakes his flat hand back and forth. “Okay, an actress you are not. We’ll work up to it. Slayer, stop touching the potential merch and sit down so she can convince us she’d be a great addition to our line-up.”
Slayer grumbles but stops touching me, stalking around me to the couch. He flops down next to Giulio, casually resting his arm behind Giulio’s head. “She sucks at this,” he complains. “Can’t we just… skip all this crap? You’re being all dramatic.”
Giulio pats Slayer’s thigh. “You want to skip all thiscrap, Vanessa? Get to the good part sooner?”
I can barely catch my breath. What’s worse? Trying to pretend I want this? Or letting them force me to take them? I’ve only been with one man, I’ve never even imagined sleeping with multiple at once, and never any like these three.
“I’m… I’m a good choice,” I say. “I can… I can do… things. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I can’t… I’m trying, I really am, please.” I break down into tears again, even though I know all it’s doing is speeding up the inevitable.
“Sounds like she made her choice,” Slayer says smugly.
Giulio knocks him on the chest. “Nah. She just doesn’t realize what her choices actually are. She could strip, do a little dance up there for us, and then sit on our laps one at a time. Or we could pull her off the table, hold her down, while we have our fun together. She looks so inexperienced. I bet she’s extra tight.” He looks at Damien. “Did you get to finger her while you were dealing with my old man?”
“No. The only thing I did was take those photos I sent you,” Damien says. “I don’t believe she had much contact with anyone for the past few months, so she would indeed be, ah, tight.”
The… the photos. I still remember how Damien had made me bend over my bed and remove my pajama pants. I remember the loud snap of the phone app. And I remember Damien refusing to tell me why he was taking photos. Now I know.
Not that it matters, not anymore.
I shudder. I might not be experienced, but I know I don’t want to take the two—three of them—all at once. It sounds even more horrifying now that I’m being threatened with it, but I’d never been interested in group sex.
A striptease, a dance, and some more lap dancing. Surely that has to be better than taking all of them at once. What other options do I even have? I’m not a seductress. I can’t forget that there are three of them. I can’t fight them. My only choice is to go along with this.
I keep pulling the zipper of my dress down, blushing furiously. I can do this, one step at a time. I don’t think I candance, but I can strip slowly, and maybe that’ll be enough.
“Oh, hold there. Do a little twirl while you hold the dress up,” Giulio says when the top of the dress starts sliding down my body.
I bite my bottom lip then slowly move in a circle, preventing the dress from falling down more. It’s a little bit of a reprieve, and I struggle to compose myself before I’m facing them again.
I freeze when I realize Damien has joined Giulio on the couch, on the opposite side of him from Slayer. Giulio has one hand directly over Damien’s crotch, and it’s… it’s moving. He’s massaging Damien through his slacks.
Slayer is intent on me, though his arm is still around Giulio’s shoulders as casually as if they sit that way all the time, pressed in close like lovers. I don’t know what’s between them, but I wish they would keep it between the three of them instead of including me.
I jerk the zipper down a little more, paralyzed by the sight of Giulio touching Damien. Maybe they’ll just get off that way. Maybe they’ll just watch. Could I be that lucky?
“Love that lacy little bra,” Giulio says. “Nice of your family to kick you out while you were wearing it. Pure white, though? Not what I’d figure for a slut.”
“Nah, get her some bright red,” Slayer says. “It’d be perfect on her skin. Not that it would stay on her long.”
I shudder, but the zipper keeps going down, until I’m exposed from the waist up. I’m so grateful for the pretty white lace bra, because it’s at least hiding a little bit from view. I know they won’t let me keep it on forever, but I’m glad for it while I have the chance.
Damien’s gaze is intense, never once leaving my body. “You might want to remove the shoes first,” he suggests.
“Aww, I was hoping she wouldn’t notice that part,” Giulio complains. He moves his hand off Damien and onto his own crotch. “Love a girl in nothing but underwear and a sexy pair of shoes.”
“They’re not heels, though,” Slayer comments. “It’d be sexier if they were. She’d be stupid tall that way. What did they feed you growing up, huh? Plenty of cum?”
My face doesn’t know whether it wants to flush red or blanch, and I don’t know if I want to be sick or cry harder. I hesitate before going back to the zipper of the dress, dreading baring more but knowing it’s only a matter of time before I’m standing there in only my panties, bra, and stockings.
“That’s good though, right? My babies will be huge!” Giulio jokes. Then he starts unbuckling his belt. “Okay, speed it up a bit, girl. It’s been a long day and we all want to get home at some point.”
I want to get home, too. I want to get home more than anything in the world right now, where I’d be safe.
I know that’s not going to happen.
I unzip the dress the rest of the way, letting it pool around my ankles.
“Nice,” Slayer says. “A little fragile, though. I might break her.”
