"Sam barely had time to turn when a sharp pale hand left a burning mark on the blonde's quickly reddening face. The room was surprised that it wasn't ...the hot tempered former Goth, but the former web star and Sam's best friend."How fucking dare you?!" Carly said, nearly screaming at Sam. "He just lost his mom, and none of this is his fault!" But she's not wrong…" Beck said calmly, earning angry glances from most of the room, save for Sam who was still reeling and Freddie who just sat there,. "I guess it wasn't a mistake now was it, Ms. Allyson?" she whispered into my ear. The way her tongue slid over my name was like hot, melted butter that made the hair on my neck stand and seize. Her body was slick with sweat from the exertion and it made her golden skin shine every time a stray spotlight caught her in its path. Before I could put together a sentence for me to stumble over, she pulled a few crumpled bills from her bra and pressed them into my hand."Go to the bar, get nice and. He promised her a good fucking and he always kept his promises! Without giving her time to recover, he rolled her onto her stomach and hefted her to her knees. Pushing her face down onto her pillow he commanded her to stay like that, face on the bed and her ass high in the air. He spread her knees a bit more, then without ceremony or a word of warning, he shoved his entire length into her until his hips slapped her ass."OH MY GOD!!" she screamed as she felt him plow into her. He sank fully into. I was pretty straight-laced, a pretty-boy, a bodybuilder, a health food nut. Rusty was a biker-type, with leather and tattoos and greasy hair, the whole bit. He wasn’t a terribly attractive guy, and he looked pissed-off all the time. But you decided that that night would be Rusty’s lucky night. He came right over to you, asking where you’re old man was. You told him out-of-town and started to walk away, playing hard-to-get. He followed, offering to buy you a drink. You walked up to the bar and.