Page 44 of Devil's Bargain

“Jesus Christ!” Scott pushes me off him and climbs out of bed. They both get dressed. I know I should look for my ruined clothes on the floor, but I can’t move. Not yet. Every muscle in my body feels like jelly.

I lie on the bed, covered in their cum as they approach the bed.

Scott drops a wad of cash on my chest. “For your time.”

I must be used to humiliation because I barely notice my stinging tears.

I hurry to collect the money. It’s enough there to pay for the rent and electricity as long as my mom doesn’t steal it.

Scott leans down. “If you ever talk to the quarterback again, I’ll send him the video!”

Ice runs through my veins. I search his cold eyes as he pats my cheek. “The room is yours for the night, little slut.”

They walk out. It’s only then that it dawns on me—I’m naked, covered in two men’s cum on a cheap motel bed, clutching banknotes to my bare chest.

I press the back of my hand over my mouth, and a trembling breath whooshes out of me as tears bead on my lashes.

“If you ever talk to the quarterback again, I’ll send him the video.”

I let Scott get blackmail material. I was too lost in sensation to question it and too drunk on their cocks to object.

My phone pings on the nightstand.

Rick: I know you felt it too.

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