Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 8

Violet tried hard not to smile as he said the last bit, not wanting to reveal her trump card. "Fine," she agreed, not

able to keep all of the petulance out of her voice. "Let's just get this over with." "Good girl," James said, handing

her a lipstick.

"What's this for?" Violet said, examining it and discovering it was a shade of particularly whorish red.

"I don't want any confusion or take backs, so when you decide which guy is your Romeo, | want you to leave a

bright red kiss on him so we can compare..." James explained.

"You wantto kiss my fucking rapist?" Violet interrupted.

"I want you to kiss the man you think is your rapist, but | doubt you will succeed, yes." James' tone brooked no

argument, and after a second of staring at him in rage, she opened the lipstick and started applying it.

He smiled and let her back to the booths, opening up the first one. Each one was a stall with a monitor for

watching porn, and there was a hole in the wall that a cock was sticking through. Violet's mouth went dry, "I

thought you wantedto pick him out of a line up," she stammered.

"Yes," he said, "A dick lineup. What could be more memorable than The feeling of the first cock to claim you. This

should be a walk in the park. Only a complete whore wouldn't be able to..."

"You didn't say anything about that before," she argued, feeling desperate.

"I most certainly did cunt." James said, a note of anger creeping into his voice. "I told you dick and..."

"Yeah, but | thought it was a figure of speech - that you were just being crude for tic effect," Violet

backpedaled, her heart sank now that she knew that even though she knew exactly what her rapist looked like, it

would do her no good at all. The only reason she'd agreed to this twisted gwas because she thought that

was going to tip the balance in her favor. "I didn't think that.. That you would..."

"Well if that's what you thought, then I guess you feel pretty fucking stupid for not asking more questions, slut,"

James responded, his eyes gleaming with malicious joy. "Because these guys call this way to play, and if

you don't want to now, then I'm going to have to give them a consolation prize, and we can see just how much

you enjoy being a three hole slut like you were on my video."

"No, please," She practically whimpered, remembering that scene. She'd masterbated to that scene so many

times it scared her. "Don't do that. Don't let them fuck me."

"Pick a dick then cunt, and | won't have to" he whispered in her ear, "If you play the g| promise you wont

have to fuck all three of us today." It scared her that his words reassured her, but they did all the same. He would

toy with her. He would torment and manipulate her... but he wouldn't lie to her. She was growing increasingly

sure about that.

Reluctantly she walked towards the cock in the first booth and gave it a hard look. It was average sized, and

circumcised. There was nothing about it that made it memorable, but the idea that it could be her rapist's cock

repulsed her. She would look at all three before she decided, but based on the height of her rapist, she was

leaning towards no. These things were supposed to be proportional, right? Did that mean that short guys had

small dicks? Didn't people watch midget porn because they were hung or something? She couldn't remember,

but these increasingly bizarre tangents swirled in her head as she walked to door number two and opened it.

The second cock was shorter than the first one at maybe 5 inches, and uncircumsized. Could she at least

remember that, she thought, reaching back to the dim recesses of her mind, trying to recall if the glans that had

been forced into her mouth was shiny or dull... hooded or cut. But there was nothing. Nothing definitive anyway.

It was sad, because if she could have just remembered that fact, it would tically have increased her odds.

Reluctantly she walked to door number 3 and opened it. The last cock was circumcised and bigger than the first

two. At almost 7 inches it was thick, heavy, and almost certainly too big to be her rapist.

Slowly Violet walked back to between the first two doors, where she could see both easily. She noticed that

James wasn't around now. Did that mean he was one of these dicks, or was he just filming her struggling to make

this decision like the perv he was. It didn't matter. All that mattered is that she had a 50/50 shot of being free

from his sick little games, and she was going to take it. Was he short or average? Was he circumcised or

uncircumcised? These were the questions that went through her mind. Violet's memories would be no help in

this. It was going to be a gof odds.

It took a couple minutes of agonizing over the two cocks before she finally walked up to the smallest of the three

and with obvious disgust, left a bright red kiss on the dick's tip before stepping back. At an unseen signal, all

three dicks withdrew from the holes, and a few seconds later, all three men started to walk out of a door to the

back room. James was the only one still wearing clothes, and he had zipped up his pants. The other two were

stark naked, and she was incredibly saddened to see that she had chosen Dimitri's dick, not Thomas'.

For a moment, tears built up in Violet's eyes, but she forced herself not to cry, squeezing her hands into fists so

hard her nails dug into the tender flesh of her palms painfully to distract her. It wasn't fair. She had been so close

to putting this whole thing behind her... she was a coin flip from freedom, and she had lost. Now she would have

to keep playing James' games until he got tired of her, and who knew how long that would be.

"So close," James said, full of mock sympathy echoing her internal monologue, "But sometimes things just don't

work out. What can you do? Don't worry, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6, and find sway to make this up to

you." "Fine," Violet said, her disappointment obvious, "So can | go now?"

"Sure," James said, smiling wickedly, "Just as soon as you take care of our other two contestants, | mean."

"What?!" she practically yelled, "You said that | wouldnt have to fuck all 3 of you if | played your game."

"And you won't," James responded, "I'm leaving. | have a previous engagement, and there are sthings more

important than pussy." Then he turned to the two men eagerly advancing on her while she slowly backed away.

"Remember guys, her pussy is mine, so use her other holes and have fun."