“Trish, I appreciate you inviting me, but I need to go.”
Camden appears beside me, holding two red Solo cups. “I’m truly sorry for my despicable behavior, but I come bearing gifts.” He offers the drinks to Trish and me.
“No, thank you,” I say.
“You sure? It’s nonalcoholic, just straight punch. Figured you didn’t drink.”
“Ah, come on. Cut him some slack, he apologized.”
I notice everyone dancing is doing so provocatively. Maybe that’s the norm, and I am being too tense. It wouldn’t hurt to hang out for a while.
“Okay, but I’m leaving in thirty.”
“I’ll drink to that.” Trish swallows a big gulp of her drink. “Let’s finish shaking our groove things.”
“I’m going to enjoy the scenery for a bit.”
She shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
The pair walk to the middle of the makeshift dance floor and resume their sexually explicit tango. I find an unoccupied corner of the sofa and squeeze in. I sip on the fruity concoction Camden gave to me. It’s very sweet, but true to his word, it lacks alcohol. Twenty minutes or so later, my brain becomes foggy.
“Hey, are you okay?” Camden asks, stooping in front of me.
“I’m not feeling so hot,” I slur. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“There’s a line for the one down here, but you can use the one upstairs to the left.”
Overwhelming dizziness assails me as I rise to my feet.
“Do you want me to help you?”
“N-no.” I stumble across the room and languidly climb the stairs. Luckily, I make it inside the bathroom unscathed.
I’m quickly losing control of my faculties and tumble to the vinyl tile. I’m disoriented and nauseated. Something isn’t right. I gain enough composure to pull my cell phone from my purse, planning to call Dom, but it’s like my mouth is stuffed with cotton. I won’t be able to form one coherent syllable. I manage to click on the text message icon and select the Google Maps option to send my location along with a single word—help. Accomplishing this task was no easy feat. Contacting my father is a definite no, and I prefer not to involve Patrick. Though Dom’s been distant lately, I have faith he’ll come to my rescue.
Within seconds, I’m completely immobile, though I remain conscious. My cell phone rings a couple of times, but I’m incapable of answering it. The bathroom door opens to reveal Trish and Camden.
“We’re going to have an incredible time together,” Camden jeers, lifting me from the floor. “Grab her purse and cell.”
He carries me into a bedroom and places me on the bed. I lie panic-strickenas he strips me.
“I knew your body would be stunning.” He tugs my panties off and widens my legs. “Trish will have her fun first, then it’ll be my turn to play.”
“Don’t fret, sweetie. By morning, you won’t remember anything,” Trish taunts. “Camden paid me a thousand bucks to lure you here.”
“Trish and I are going to take special care of you. We’ve been doing this for a long time. She brings me the girls, and I pay her.”
I will my paralyzed limbs into action, but to my horror they lie lifeless.
“Eat her pussy,” Camden demands.
Garbled sounds escape my throat in protest. Trish crawls onto the bed and buries her face between my thighs. Camden uses his cell phone to record the interaction. The distorted scene unfolds in slow motion.
“So fucking hot,” he groans. “Finger fuck her.”
Tears prick my eyes as she savagely enters my center.
“On your knees.” Camden frees his hardness before getting on the bed behind Trish and yanking her panties down. He slams into her as she continues violating me. All the while he records their detestable crime. I orgasm, my body betraying me. Another wave of dizziness hits me.
