“I’m guessing you don’t smoke often?” he says, and I shake my head.
“You’ve guessed right, but sitting here, waiting for my appointment and the unknown, I definitely needed it,” I reply as he passes it to his friend.
“I’m Spade and this is Dario. What’s your name, Cherry?” he asks, and my eyes widen.
“Cherry?” I snort, raising a brow, and he laughs.
“Your lip gloss, babe. It tastes really good.” He winks, and once again, my cheeks enflame.
“He’s right, it does,” Dario adds, taking a hit off the joint. He inches closer to me and I still as he takes the tip of the joint and rubs it along my lips.Jesus lord.He then takes anotherhit and passes it back to Spade who does the same, but before he exhales, he bends down, cups my face, and blows the smoke into my parted lips. I inhale and gasp when the tip of his tongue catches my bottom lip. If only I had enough confidence to lean in, I’d—
The front door opens and Monique, the Madam of The Brimstone house, steps out and greets the boys. They kiss her hello, then she looks at me.
“Let’s go. Your appointment is here,” she orders, and I stand, fixing the short blue dress I was forced to wear. My low strappy heels click against the wood as the boys let me enter the house first. A hand grips my waist and I still, but relax when he gives it a squeeze.
“Are you going to tell me your name?” Spade whispers in my ear as we stand in the foyer, waiting to see where the hell we are going in this huge house. Everything is outdated and brown. The fixtures have cobwebs and the furnace squeals every time the AC kicks on. There’s no warmth here. It’s frightening, especially when you go upstairs and to the back. Room after room houses girls of all ages. I saw babies in cribs. Toddlers being chased around by nuns. NUNS. Then the deeper you go, the more women my age and older are being drugged through IVs.It makes me sick that I’m even here.
“Come on, this way,” Monique says, walking through the sitting room and down another hallway. I glance over my shoulder and smile.
“It’s Presley,” I tell Spade, and he smirks. “But I like you both calling me Cherry. It fits,” I admit, and he winks. I look away and continue to follow Monique. We stop at a set of double doors in which she swings open and enters with me on her tail. Stepping into the room, I’m immediately engulfed with the stench of cigars, weed, and whiskey. I look around and swallow thickly as I count four men sitting in high back chairs in deep conversation.
“This is a test, Presley. You will do as they say. If you don’t, you will suffer the consequences until you do it the right way. Do you understand?” she asks, pressing her nail into my wrist, right where my scar is. I bite my cheek so I don’t wince, and nod in understanding.
“Understood,” I answer, and she smiles, letting go of me. I walk further into the room and the men stop talking. All eyes are on me, and I take a deep breath.You can do this, Pres. You are strong. You are resilient. This is no different than a party at the Radleys’. You got this. Then you can leave and go back with Johnny.
Spade and Dario sit with the other men as they all take me in while sipping their drinks and smoking their cigars. Spade takes out another joint, lighting it up. Our eyes collide and he winks with a nod.I got this!
“Undress, Little Doe,” the man to my right orders. His Spanish accent drips from his lips. The smoke from the cigars is borderline overwhelming, but I drag my nails up my thighs slowly to lift the bottom of my dress, but the man to my left with the goatee who resembles Dario a little bit comes to stand in front of me. He smacks my hands away from the fabric and I let it fall from my shaky hands.
“You’re absolutely stunning, Piccina,” he says. His accent is not as deep as the other man's, and I have no idea what Piccina means, but I really don’t care.I’m whatever they want me to be.
“Thank you,” I answer, because that’s what good girls do. We speak only when spoken to. He smiles, but it’s not genuine, it’s the smile of a man who is going to take what he wants without remorse.I’ve seen this all before. It’s okay. I’m okay.His hand runs up my thigh, over my dress to my stomach, then to my tits, cupping them and pulling at my already hard nipples.Always be ready—hard nipples and a wet pussy.
He looks over at the other guy and nods. “From the outside, she’s perfection,” he tells him as he reaches into his jacket pocket, producing a switchblade. I swallow thickly, and with a flick of his wrist, the blade is out and cutting down the center of my dress. My chest heaves as he slices into the thin fabric while his eyes rake down my body. The other man stands and comes behind me, grabbing onto both pieces of my dress and slides it down my shoulders and letting it puddle at my feet.
“Esteban, what do you think?” the man in front of me asks the other. He runs his finger down my spine to the crack of my ass, causing goose bumps to litter my skin, then snaps the strap of my thong against the curve of my right cheek while he runs his nose along the column of my neck.
“She smells divine, Armando. Her body is that of a goddess,” he answers, and I shiver when his hand dips in between my cheeks and he sinks his finger into my tight hole. Armando smiles as his thumbs rub my nipples, then he bends down, taking one into his mouth and sucking hard and biting down on my soft flesh. Esteban's finger continues to slide in and out of my ass as Armando dips his into my thong and flicking my clit. I bite my lip and moan as he takes my hand, pressing it against his hard, thick length. I grip it and squeeze, stroking him through his suit pants. I moan again when he sinks a finger into my drenched core and they both finger my holes until I’m a shaking mess for them.
“She’s so responsive to us. I think she likes to be shared. What do you think, Esteban?” he growls as Esteban bites down on my shoulder, grabbing my free hand and pressing it against his hard cock.Armando is much bigger then he is, but who gives a fuck. I’m here to please them.They both take a step back, and I hear shuffling behind me. One can only assume Esteban is removing his clothes. Armando on the other hand, takes the finger that was just inside me and brings it to his lips, suckingit clean. “You taste so good, Piccina,” he rasps, lifting his drink from the table, taking a sip. He turns to look behind him at the others watching us.
“Her cunt is virgin tight. One finger. Her taste is mesmerizing, making you want more. Now, let’s check out her throat,” he tells them, and my cheeks redden from embarrassment. The other two men are both writing this information down in a small black notebook.This is a first for me.Hearing the men who fuck me say I’m tight isn’t anything new, but having your holes measured and recorded is a whole new experience for me.
He grips my face, pinching my cheeks, forcing me to open my mouth as Esteban hands him a flashlight. “Stick out your tongue,” he orders, and I do just that. He flashes the light then sticks his fingers into my mouth and down my throat. I gag which brings a smile to his face. “God, she’s amazing. About a finger and a half. It was a struggle to stretch her for two,” he tells them, then Esteban presses against my shoulders to bend down.
“Spread your legs,” he commands and I widen my stance, bending over for him. He spreads my cheeks and spits on my hole as he inserts a finger, then another. I shut my eyes, trying not to make a sound as he tries to shove another into my ass, but it doesn’t fit. “Two max. It’s a snug fit back here, but it’ll do. She will stretch,” he says, and I cringe as he licks up my spine, pulling my shoulders up to stand. “I can’t wait to stretch you out, Little Doe, but before we can play, me and my colleagues need to discuss a few things. So, I want you to go with my son, Spade, and his friend. They will ensure we keep this party going,” he whispers against my ear as his fingers circle my nipples. Armando steps away and returns to his seat as Spade and Dario stand and walk over to me. Spade takes my hand, pulling me away from his father and bringing me across the room to wherethe bar is. I look between him and Dario, not knowing what’s going to happen next.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, and they look between one another, glance at the others, then back at me.
“Nothing. We are just going to act like we are having a good time while trying to listen to what they are discussing,” Dario whispers, pressing his lips to my shoulder as Spade grips my hips, pulling me back against his chest.
“Boys. You are to try out our new merchandise. You know the checklist. Let us hear it,” Esteban orders them, and my eyes widen in fear.
“Don’t worry, Cherry. We will make sure you enjoy it,” Spade assures me as they both take out their cocks. “Bend over, baby. Let my brother destroy your throat,” he whispers, sending chills up my spine. I listen to what Spade tells me to do, and I look up at Dario then down at his pierced cock, swallowing thickly.Jesus, he's big. Fuck!
“You can take it,” he tells me as I wrap my mouth around his tip, sucking him to the back of my throat. “Mmm, such a tight throat. Cherry. Fuck!” he groans as Spade lines his dick up with my entrance, slamming into me. I gag on Dario which only makes me moan louder. Spade grips my hips, and they both find a rhythm, setting my body on fire.
“You’re right. She’s tight as fuck! Her cunt just swallows you whole. Shit!” Spade yells out and grunts as he continues to pound into me. Slapping sounds and my moans echo through the room as Dario’s thighs tremble beneath my fingers.
