Egos and Greed

She felt his rough fingers, like sand paper, coarsely dusting the outline of her face. Her cheek throbbing as he stroked it. He then cupped her chin in the palm of his hand. “Where’s Nicky?”

Unable to move, she sat, pinned to the wall like a broken statue not losing eye contact. She watched him as his other hand moved slowly over her neck and chest. Frivolously flicking his large fingers across her blouse, cupping her breasts. She breathed slowly as he clearly watched her chest rise rhythmically. Her heart pounding hard, “Dave, please, stop it.”

Clearly ignoring her, he gripped her neck. “I’m sure you know where Nicky is. You must do.”

“I don’t,” she whimpered, pushing herself away from the wall but was shadowed by his frame, pressing her body firmly against it.

“You must know something. And I’m gonna have fun until you tell me.”

“I don’t know where she is.”

“That’s a shame, cos when I’ve finished, Stevie will start.”

Bev sensing a coldness trickling down her vertebrae looked over at Stevie who was smiling, stroking his scarred face.

“Dave, please.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Clearly, he had made up his mind.

*****

Eyeing Dave as he held out his glass for Stevie to take it like a servant. Bev stared as his gaze returned to her. Slowly, she watched his fingers unbuttoning her blouse. Her red laced bra revealing her breasts protruding made him smile.  Bev knew it was useless to resist. She couldn’t escape. She sat in a paralysed position.  For God’s sake, where was Ron.

            Her mind racing, knowing she would have to screw the bastard. And Stevie…. She felt nauseous. Her only way out. But knowing she could handle it.  Blank it out. Think of it as an old trick. Trembling, she swallowed and looked at Stevie, he was gross. Hurry up Ron.

She moved her hands, groping Dave’s trousers. Feeling him stiff, she steadily unbuckled his

belt, and unzipped his trousers. Running her hand up his shaft. Dave tilted his head and

moved his face closer to hers. Feeling his breath again on her neck. Dave took her hand.

Stared wildly. He was silent. Fondling her long red nails.

“No girl, you’ve got it wrong. My rules. And it’s gonna hurt.”