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Aubree's First Apartment

Part 8

Aubrees First Apartment



Part 8




Chapter 21: A Bedtime Story for Aubree



Juan leaned against the door and watched as Aubree cleaned up her soiled bed. His eyes roamed over her naked body, drinking in every detail of her youthful beauty. He smiled as she bent forward, revealing the tight anus he had just enjoyed. Estúpida puta. Ella es muy bonita sin embargo. No puedo esperar para disfrutar de ella de Nuevo. Juan laughed.


He stared at her large breasts as they swayed back and forth, bobbing from side to side as she scrubbed the vinyl mattress. He cracked his knuckles. “Thats good, ignorant girl. The bed is clean enough for your filthy little ass.” He glanced down at his watch. “Wait here.”


Aubree sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her arms over her bare tummy. She watched as Juan vanished down the hallway, leaving her alone momentarily. Pulling her knees up underneath her chin, she grasped her ankles and closed her eyes. She thought of dolphins. Swimming free… Im free… or… I was free… Opening her eyes, she glanced at the door. She briefly thought of making a break for it but reconsidered as Juan reappeared in the doorway. I hate him… She squeezed her big toes and looked at the floor.


Juan stepped into the room and thrust a bundle of clothing at Aubree. “Get dressed, little whore. Dean Smith will be expecting you in his chambers soon.” He snapped his fingers. “Hurry up.” He looked at his watch.


Aubree picked up the bundle of clothes and shook them out. She held the shirt in front of her. It was blue with pictures of teddy bears and had large buttons. Really? She looked back at Juan. “These are pajamas… for a little girl… I cant fit into these.” She gave him a hateful look.


Juan nodded and grinned. “Try them, American slut. They will fit or, I will make something of mine fit into you.” He squeezed his crotch and winked at her.


Aubree felt a chill. I hate you. Her eyes narrowed with anger. She stood up slowly, aware that Juan was watching her. His eyes werent on her face. She quickly picked up the pajama bottoms and pulled them over her bare feet. They were small and tight, made for a little girl… They have to fit! Aubree pulled the bottoms up over her waist. She struggled to fasten the top button. These are way too small! She picked up the shirt and pulled it over her shoulders. She buttoned up the front as quickly as possible. She looked up at Juan. “ok”, she said meekly. I hate you… Ill kick you in the balls…


Juan laughed out loud as he looked at Aubree in the ridiculous outfit. The pajama bottoms were so small that her legs were exposed from the knees down. The shirt came to just above her bellybutton and her large breasts appeared to be about to spring free from the flimsy material. “Un ajuste perfecto!”, he laughed. “Come with me, American whore.” He motioned her towards the door. He pinched her firm butt as she walked by, causing her to jump. “Move it!” He pushed her into the hallway. He noticed the quick look of hatred which flashed across her face… A quién le importa? Es posible que me odian, pero yo tengo el poder.



Aubree slowly walked down the staircase. Juan followed her down, ogling her body the entire way. His eyes roamed over her long hair and down her back. He drank in the smooth skin revealed beneath the hem of the tight fitting shirt. He admired her ass as it swayed back and forth with each step. Ever her bare toes aroused him. Niña americanos en su pijama. Tan lindo. “Hurry up.” He pushed her forward. “Dean Smith is waiting.”


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Aubree shivered as they approached the large door. Juan laughed. “The dean is waiting, little one.” He knocked quietly on the oaken door. “Mr. Smith?”, Juan spoke timidly.


After a moment, dean Smiths voice came from the other side of the closed door. “Yes, Juan. Bring my little baby girl in…”


Aubree frowned as Juan opened the large door. Stop calling me a baby! Im eighteen! Im not a baby… She pulled up on the small pajama shirt, trying to cover her exposed tummy. Im not a baby… Im a grown woman… She allowed Juan to pull her into the dimly lit room. He led her forward several paces and motioned her to stop.


Aubree looked around as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. The room had an arched ceiling. Thick curtains hung over the windows. A large, king sized bed sat in the center of the chamber. A small lamp burned beside the bed, giving off the only light in the cavernous room. Aubrees eyes came to rest on dean Smith. He lay on the bed amidst large cushions. He wore only a robe which was open in the front. His flaccid penis hung against his pale thigh in plain view. In his hand he held an open book. His spectacles rested on his nose. He curled a finger in Aubrees direction. “Come here, little baby girl.” He lowered his white eyebrows and pursed his thin lips.


He glanced at Juan. “You may leave. Youve had your fun and we will discuss your lustful behavior in the morning.” He pointed at the door.


Juan nodded. “Okay, Mr. Smith. I apologize if I did something wrong…”


Smith laughed and pushed his glasses up onto his nose. “Leave us, Juan.”


Aubree listened as Juan closed the door quietly. I hate you… asshole. Her eyes were locked on dean Smith. He looked disgusting as he lay on the bed with his robe apart and his penis hanging limply against his thigh. She watched as he sat up on his elbow and adjusted his glasses. He stared at her in her small pajamas. He licked his lips.


“Hello, Ms. Sidney. I trust that Juan has shown you to your accommodations for the next two days?” Smith ran his fingers through his thinning, white hair. His eyes roamed over her pajamas, lingering on the large buttons on her shirt which appeared to be about to burst. Her ample cleavage pressed against the thin material. He pulled off his glasses and wiped them on his robe before pushing them back onto his nose. Getting steamy in here…


Aubree folded her hands over her stomach. She placed one bare foot over the other and looked down. “Yes. He showed me my room.” She paused for effect. “Then, he raped me.” She shot a glance at dean Smiths eyes. Her heart raced. “He raped me. How is this okay with you? You.. A teacher… dean of our university… He raped me, dean Smith!” She pulled on the pajama top, embarrassed. This shirt is too small…


Smiths face reddened as he leapt off the bed like a tiger and slapped Aubree across the face. She collapsed, weeping. He stood over the cringing girl as she lay on the floor. “Raped you? Raped you?” He placed a bare foot on Aubrees neck. “Raped you?” He pressed her head against the floor with his foot. “Raped you? Come again, Ms. Sidney…”


Aubree held her hands over her face. “Please stop it! Im sorry…” Hes powerful and fast… how can he be so strong? Hes old…


Smith reached down and slapped her hard across the buttocks. “What were you saying, girl?” He slapped her butt again. “Something about rape?” He pinched her ass through the thin pajama bottoms. “You submitted willingly from what I saw… there was no rape… Why do you insult my domestic help?”


Aubree squealed in pain and fear. “Im sorry! Im sorry! He didnt rape me! I was just joking…” Her heart pounded with fear. How did he see anything? There must be cameras…She clenched her bare toes as tears ran down her cheeks. Im weak… Fuck Toy…


Dean Smith stood up and placed his hands over his hips, pulling his robe apart. His penis was beginning to twitch and enlarge. He took a step back. “There. Now thats the truth, baby girl. You shouldnt joke about serious matters.” He prodded her with his toe. “Get up.”


Aubree slowly rose to her feet. Smith pointed at the bed. “Lay on your back. On the bed.”


He watched as the trembling teenager lay on the bed. He was enamored by her youthful beauty. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her tearstained cheeks looked smooth and delicate. She raised her hands to her face, weeping quietly. The sound of her crying made his cock stiffen. He squeezed his growing penis as his eyes traveled down the front of her tight fitting pajamas. Her large breasts pushed against the thin fabric threatening to burst free from the clinging material. Her smooth tummy was fully exposed down to the top of the pajama bottoms which clung to her hips like a wet towel. She had only managed to fasten one button on the tiny pajama bottoms. As she raised her knees, the bottoms parted in the front, revealing her trim pubic patch. His eyes moved down her legs and past the pajamas to her bare shins and adorable ankles. Her bare feet and perfectly proportioned toes made him fully erect. 


Dean Smith squeezed his now stiff cock and smiled. Little baby… little baby girl… Walking over to the bed, he sat down next to her. He stuck a finger through the part in her pajama bottoms, tracing her shaved pubic hair. “Little baby… just a little baby…” His finger traced her slit. “My little baby girl…”, he cooed.


Aubree instinctively pushed his hand away. “Dont do that…” She crossed her legs. She almost gagged as she looked at his erection. Gross.


Smith sat up and frowned down at the cringing girl. “Are you telling me what to do, little baby?” He inserted a thin finger into the crease in her pajama bottoms.


Aubree closed her eyes. Not again… maybe I really am fuck toy… Just a little girl to be enjoyed by men… I think so… She squeezed her eyelids together tightly. NO!!!! Aubree jumped up, pushing Smiths probing fingers out of her pajama bottoms. She rolled off the bed and ran into the corner. She crossed her arms over her body like a cornered animal.


Her heart pounded with rage. “GET OFF ME PERVERT!!! YOURE A PERVERT!!!”, she screamed. She pulled on the skimpy pajamas and crossed her hands over her chest. “STAY AWAY!!!” Stop looking at me, pervert!!!


Dean Smith was momentarily shocked. He smiled and took his glasses off. “Well… our little baby has a voice… a loud one at that…” He stood up. “Indeed…” He laughed.


Aubree glanced at the closed bedroom door and back at dean Smith. “Stay away from me. I want to go home. Im leaving.” She took a step towards the door. “You cant make me stay. That would be kidnapping…”


Smith made a show of wiping his eyes, mocking her. “Oh no! Our little baby girl is leaving… Uh oh!”


Aubree blushed with anger. “Youre a damned freak… a pervert! I wont tolerate this anymore! Im going home.” She slowly walked around the bed towards the closed bedroom door. “Just stay away. I dont like you.” She pointed at dean Smith, extending her finger, threateningly. Freak! “Stay away from me!”


Smith smiled and backed away. “Ok.” He raised his palms, innocently. “Fine. You may go…” He nodded at the door. He suppressed an urge to smile as Aubree stared at him, nervously. He waved his hand in the air. “You may go, girl.”


Aubree hurried over to the door and pulled it opened. She looked back over her shoulder and watched as dean Smith sat back down on the bed. He picked up the book he had been reading and appeared to pay her no attention.


Aubree stood silently for a moment, her mind racing. Whats going on? She quietly stepped into the hallway. She looked back at Smith. He had placed his spectacles on his nose and was focused on the book in his hand. He seemed to be unaware of her presence.


Aubrees heart pounded in her throat as she stepped quietly into the hallway. Her bare feet whispered across the tiled floor as she walked quickly down the corridor. Im outta here… perverts!!


She quickened her pace as she rounded the corner. To her right she saw the main entrance to the mansion. The large double doors were closed. The entryway was dark, the only light coming from the porch lights outside. Aubree rushed towards the front door. She grasped the doorknob and released the deadbolt. The door opened easily. Aubree ran onto the front porch. The rich scent of earth and shrubbery filled her nostrils as she stepped outside. Im in the country… like Reed!


She stopped at the top of the steps leading down to the driveway. The air was cold on her exposed body. She shivered as she looked up at the dark night sky. The stars stood out in high definition. The moon was bright and seemed close. Im in the country… where are we? What is this place? Where is the highway? She looked down the long driveway. There were no lights. There was no sign of a road in the distance. No cars. No lights… nothing. Just darkness and crickets. All she could see in any direction were deeply shadowed trees and dark undergrowth.


She stood silently for a moment. Her eyes roamed over the dark land surrounding the isolated mansion. Where am I??? What is this place?  Tears of frustration and hopelessness ran down her adorable cheeks. Where can I go? A sound from behind her caught her attention. She looked back over her shoulder.


Dean Smith stepped onto the porch. His robe was open…His penis was still stiff. The head was red and pre cum oozed over his shaft, glistening in the porch light. He smiled at her. “I thought you were leaving, little baby girl.” He pushed his glasses up onto his nose.


Aubree looked away, quickly. “ I was. I mean… I am…” She looked into the dark countryside. “Im leaving. Im going home. Stay away from me.” She pointed over her shoulder at him. “Stay the hell away from me!”  She rushed down the steps. She heard Smiths laughter as she ran down the dark driveway.


“Good luck, little girl. Look out for the wolves!”, Smith laughed as he stepped back into the house and slammed the door. Good luck…


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Smith hurried into the security room and activated the outdoor video system. He watched the cute teenager as she ran down the long driveway. What an idiot of a little girl… He smiled and pushed an inhaler against his thin lips. Foolish little baby. He stroked his erect cock, slick with pre cum...


He adjusted the camera angle and zoomed in on Aubree. She looked absolutely ridiculous. The tiny pajamas barely covered her curvaceous body. He laughed as he watched her large tits jiggling in the tight shirt. The buttons looked as if they were about to burst. Smith took a long drag on his inhaler. Well, my little student, lets see how far you actually get.


He leaned over and pressed the intercom button. “Juan?”


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Aubree continued to hurry down the driveway. Screw you! Im done with this! She broke into a run, leaving the mansion behind her. Im free. Im not a baby…


After several minutes, Aubree stopped and looked around. The dark house seemed far away. There were no sounds of pursuit. Im alone… She strained her eyes to see into the darkness ahead of her. In the distance, she could make out the main gate to the property. The road should be just past the gate… She quickened her pace. Pebbles and rocks cut into her bare feet. By the time she reached the gate, her feet were sore and bruised.


She paused at the gate and looked down at her clothing. The small pajama top had ridden up her tummy during her run and rested just beneath her breasts. The front button on the pajama bottoms had broken and her pants were wide open. Aubree nervously pulled the top down and attempted to pull the front of her pants together. These are way too small! She frowned and bit her bottom lip. I have to get home!


Suddenly, in the distance a coyote howled. Aubree shivered as a twig snapped in the trees nearby. She crouched down and looked in the direction of the sound. For a brief second she thought she saw glowing eyes flash from the undergrowth. She remembered dean Smiths words… Good luck, little girl. Look out for the wolves…


She knew Smith had only been trying to frighten her. However, she was scared. Oh my gawd!!! What was that noise? She stood up slowly and looked through the bars of the main gate. She could see the road just beyond. There were no lights and no cars. Just cold pavement reflecting the pale light of the moon above.


She looked up at the tall gate. I have to get over this… Just as she was about to put a bare foot on the gate to climb over, the coyote howled again. This time it was closer. Much closer. Aubree shook violently as she stared into the dark tree line. Oh no… A rustling noise in the leaves made her freeze. Im in the middle of nowhere… The howling came again… closer….


Aubree panicked. She bent forward, holding her arms over her breasts. Daddy!!! Help me!! She turned back towards the mansion in the distance. She made a quick decision. I cant make it anywhere dressed like this and alone. I have to go back.


She turned quickly and hurried back up the driveway towards the distant house. Behind her, she heard something in the undergrowth. Something… She broke into a run.


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Smith watched as Aubree ran back towards the house. Foolish… foolish, little girl. He laughed and dropped his inhaler onto the desk. Turning off the video monitor, he stood up and walked out of the surveillance room. Ignorant baby girl… He hurried towards the front doors. He paused momentarily at the hall closet and removed a riding crop from its hook. Flexing it in his hands, he walked quickly to the front doors.


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Juan crouched in the bushes, watching as Aubree ran back up the driveway towards the house. He had followed her the entire length of the driveway, prepared to pounce on her had she attempted to get over the gate. He was somewhat sorry that Smiths prediction had come true. He recalled the deans words… Shell break down… all little girls are afraid of the dark… Juan frowned. Smith is a smart man.


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Aubree stopped at the front porch steps and looked over her shoulder. Why am I going back?? I should leave this place. Suddenly, the front doors were pulled open and dean Smith stood in the porch light.


Aubree was shocked to see a riding crop in his hands. Oh no…


Smith walked to the top of the steps and stared down at her. 

“Hello again, Ms. Sidney. I thought you were leaving. Going home.” He tapped the riding crop gently against his thigh. 


Aubree tried to pull the top of her pajama bottoms together. It was impossible. The button was gone. She hitched her fingers in the pants and yanked them up. She looked up at dean Smith and chewed on her bottom lip. “Please, dean… please… I want to go home. I dont want to be here.” She stared up at him with pleading eyes.


Smith remained silent, tapping the crop against his leg.


Aubree spoke slowly. “Please. May I have my clothes? I cant leave here dressed like this.” She looked down at the tiny pajamas and back up at Smith. “Please?”


Smith shook his head. “I think not.”


“Why?”, Aubree blurted. “Why not? Im not a child. I want to go home.” She took a step towards the porch. “Give me my clothes.” Her eyes narrowed. She pointed at him. “Now!” Ill kill you, pervert… She clenched her fists. “Give me my clothes! Im leaving.”


Smith smiled and slowly walked down the steps. Aubree backed away. “Youre not going anywhere little whore.”, he said.


Aubree turned to run and was shocked to see Juan standing behind her. He grinned and winked. “Hello, little girl.” Tonto niña. Usted está indefenso. He walked towards her.


Aubree gasped in fear. She was surrounded. She pulled on the tiny pajama bottoms and looked down at her bare feet. I want to go home… dolphins swimming free…


Smith walked over and knelt down in front of the trembling girl. He dropped the riding crop on the pavement and placed his large hands on the top of Aubrees pajama bottoms. “I think well have these right down.” He gave a hard pull, yanking her pants to her ankles.


“There. Much better now.”, Smith said as he stared at her exposed pussy. “What a disobedient little girl you are.” His eyes roamed over her bare legs and shaved pubic hair. “Absolutely deplorable behavior. Unacceptable.” He shook his head and stood up, grabbing the riding crop. He gave her a hard swat on the bare thigh with the crop, causing Aubree to jump. “You are indeed a stupid little girl, arent you Aubree?”


Aubree winced in pain. She heard Juan chuckling behind her. Hes looking at my butt… She looked up at dean Smith. “Please may I …”


Smith raised the riding crop and brought it down sharply against Aubrees bare ass. THAWK! She squealed in pain. He repeated his previous question. “You are indeed a stupid little girl, arent you Aubree?”


Aubree hesitated. I hate you…


Smith raised the crop in the air. “Answer me, girl.”


Aubree shivered. “What?” I hate you!


Smith lashed her across the bare thigh with the crop, laughing as she stumbled backwards tripping over the pajama bottoms bunched around her ankles. “Answer me, tramp! You are a stupid little girl, arent  you?”


Aubree struggled to regain her balance. She felt welts forming on her bare thigh. “Yes!”, she screamed. “I am!” Stop hitting me…


Smith folded his arms over his chest. “You are what?”


Aubree looked down at the pavement. “Im stupid.” Fuck Toy…


Smith raised the riding crop threateningly. “A stupid what?”


Juan laughed in the background as Aubree looked up at dean Smith. “Im a stupid little girl.”, she said quietly. I hate you… Im Fuck Toy again…


Smith nodded in agreement. “Yes. You are stupid and you are a little girl. Now, come inside. I think weve had enough of your rebellious behavior for one night.” He grabbed her by the ear and pulled her forward towards the steps.


Juan watched as dean Smith twisted Aubrees ear and pulled her up the steps. She tripped over the pajama bottoms which were bunched around her feet. Smith appeared not to notice as he pulled the stumbling girl towards the front door. Aubree struggled to keep up with Smith. The pajama bottoms fell completely off her bare feet and lay in a crumpled heap on the steps. Smith twisted her ear tightly and led her into the house, bent over. Juan admired her sexy bare ass… ¿Qué nalgas sexy. Juan smiled and shook his head. What an idiot this girl is… Smith is a great man. I am fortunate to work for a man such as Smith…


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Smith pulled Aubree into the entryway and paused. He squeezed her ear and pulled her down to her knees. “There, there… thats better. On your knees like the little slave you are….” He stared down at the now bottomless girl. He looked at her bare thighs as she knelt in front of him. Youre all mine, girl. He smirked. “Where are your pajama bottoms, young lady?”


Aubree closed her eyes. “Outside… they fell off.” Im a stupid girl… Im Fuck Toy… a baby girl…. “The button broke. Im sorry…” She sat on her knees and folded her hands over her crotch, attempting to hide her nudity. Tears started in the corners of her eyes. Fuck toy… She stared at the floor. “I can go get them…”, she offered.


Smith waved his hand at her. “Get up on your hands and knees, baby girl.”


Aubree slowly leaned over on her hands and knees. I want to go home…


Smith snapped his fingers in her direction. “Dont move. Stay just like that. Pants off, ass up. Just as a pretty little girl should be…” He frowned. “Stick that little butt in the air… now!”


Aubree pushed her butt up. She heard Juan come in the door behind her. She felt his eyes on her exposed bottom. She looked nervously over her shoulder at him. Juan winked as he walked down the hallway. Asshole.


Smith admired the prone teenager. “Okay, Ms. Sidney… stay just like that and dont move… It will be bad for you if you do…” He swung the riding crop through the air. It made a loud whistling noise. He turned and walked away.


Aubree remained on all fours in the entryway. She felt goose bumps rising on her exposed buttocks. She looked down at her shirt. The pajama top had ridden to the bottom of her breasts as she leaned forward on her elbows… her tummy was fully exposed. I may as well be naked… Im so weak…


After several minutes, dean Smith reappeared. He walked over and stood behind her. “Well… well… well…” He squatted down and stared at her exposed buttocks. “What do we have here?”


Aubree remained silent. She closed her eyes and thought of her hometown… Momma…Daddy… I was going to make them proud… now Im just Fuck Toy… Im sorry Daddy… She tried to think of dolphins but couldnt get the image in her mind. She felt sick.


Dean Smith reached into the pocket of his robe. He pulled out a long string of beads and held them in front of Aubrees face. He nudged her cheek. “Open your eyes girl. Do you think if you close your eyes I cant see you?” He laughed. “You are indeed a stupid, pathetic child.”


Aubree swallowed hard and looked over her shoulder at Smith. Im not a child….


He dangled the string of beads in front of her face. “Do you know what these are?”


Aubree shook her head. “no.” She tried to clear her head and think of something that made her happy. Dolphins… She tried to bring the familiar image into her mind but it was gone. Im alone… where are the dolphins?


Smith smiled. “These are called anal beads, Ms. Sidney. I assume you are smart enough to know why theyre called anal beads?”


Aubree shivered. “yes.” Dolphins… She struggled to see the dolphins but, they were gone. Only a deep, lifeless ocean appeared in her minds eye. Im alone… Fuck Toy…


Smith held the string of beads in the air. “Im glad that you understand, little baby. Now… tell me… where do anal beads go?”


Aubree looked down at the floor. She watched a tear drop fall from her cheek and to the floor, as if in slow motion. “in my butt?”


Smith stood up and clapped. “Bravo! Bravo! You may not be as stupid as I thought!”


Aubree closed her eyes and strained to see the dolphins as Smith knelt down behind her. Im not stupid…Dolphins… swimming free…


Smith grabbed her buttocks and slowly pulled them apart. “Now, little girl. I want you to count as I insert each bead into your little bottom…. Okay?” He raised his white eyebrows.


Aubree nodded weakly. “ok” Im lost… where are the dolphins?


Smith eased the first bead into her ass. He squeezed her buttocks. “Count, girl.”


Aubree blushed. “one.”


Smith pushed the next bead into her anus.


“two.”


“three”


“four”


“five”


Aubree felt sick.


Smith laughed.  “Youre doing fine, girl. Im proud of you! Now… spread those cheeks… five to go….”


Aubree reached behind herself and pulled her cheeks apart. She winced as Smith pushed another bead into her rectum. Dolphins… where are you?


Smith finished inserting the beads into the prone girls butt. He stood up and grinned. “There. Now, I would say thats one full butt!!! Do you feel bloated, baby girl? Does your little rectum feel full?”


Aubree remained silent.


Smith stood with his hands on his hips. “You have ten beads in your little tight hole… if you dont feel full then we can add a few more.” He made a show of reaching into his pocket.


Aubree shook her head furiously. NO!!! Im full… no more… please…” Her voice sank to a whisper. Please take them out…


Smith shrugged. “Okay. Fine.” He grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet. “Lets go, stupid girl.”


Aubree allowed him to pull her down the hallway. Im weak… Fuck Toy.. She felt the anal beads moving inside her. I have to poop…


Smith dragged the prone girl down the hallway. “Lets go Ms. Sidney… Hurry up… youre wasting my valuable time!” He reached down and started to unbutton her pajama shirt. “I think we should have this off right away…”


Aubree felt his thin fingers on her shirt buttons. She wanted to stand up straight and push him away. However, the sensation of the beads in her rectum made her lean forward and she offered no resistance as he unbuttoned her top and pulled it off her shoulders, casting it aside.


Aubree was now fully nude and a helpless feeling washed over her as Smith led her down the hallway. She struggled to see the dolphins in her mind. Swimming free.. I wish I was a dolphin…


Dean Smith pulled her towards the bedroom. He stared down at her. “Do you know what comes next, stupid girl?”


Aubree looked up at him. “no”


Smith smiled as he opened the bedroom door and shoved Aubree inside. He paused. “Well… now I will remove those anal beads and give you something else in your little butt.” He gripped his erect cock… “Something a little bit bigger.”


Aubree felt ill… leave me alone…She tried to see the dolphins…. swimming free… Suddenly,in her minds eye the dolphins reappeared. Majestic and free. She focused on the image… Dolphins … free… in the ocean…leaping. She allowed dean Smith to pull her into the bedroom. Im freeeeee…


Smith pulled Aubree towards the bed. “Now, Im going to put my cock in your little butt, baby girl… like you so richly deserve. A pretty butt like yours needs to be penetrated on occasion.”


Aubree closed her eyes and focused on dolphins in her mind as dean Smith pushed her forward. His voice sounded distant. She remained entranced by the jumping dolphins in her mind… Theyre free… Im free… I want to work with dolphins… She felt dean Smith guide her onto the bed. He pushed her down onto her back. She heard his voice from far away… “Such a sexy little tramp…” She heard him chuckle. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. I hate you…


Smith eased the quivering teenager onto the large bed. He stepped back and pulled his robe apart. His penis stood fully erect. He smiled as he took in her nude form. Starting at her bare feet, his eyes moved up her tan legs, over her tight stomach and large breasts, coming to rest on her cute face. All mine… He quickly looked back down, between Aubrees legs. Her pubic hair was shaved and her slit looked delectable. Yum! He stroked his cock. He stepped forward and knelt beside her on the bed. “Raise your legs, little baby. I want your feet behind your ears.”


Aubree felt disconnected and weak. Fuck Toy… Im just a fuck toy… She slowly lifted her feet into the air and grabbed her legs behind the knees.


Smith leaned forward and examined Aubrees fully exposed cunt. His eyes fell to her tight rectum. The little hole was on full display. The top of the anal beads projected from her anus like a beckoning finger, motioning him forward. He gently touched the beads and smiled. Aubree shivered.


Smith grinned. “I think well pull these right out of you.” He slapped her butt. “Okay?”


Aubree nodded, weakly. “ok.” Please take them out…


Smith gripped the beads and slowly eased them from the squirming teenagers rectum. Slowly… He delighted in her obvious discomfort. He counted each bead… “One… two… three… four” He laughed. “What a little whore! Shameful!”


Aubree continued to focus on the dolphins in her mind. She remained silent. I need to go number two…


Smith frowned. “Five… six…seven…eight…nine… and… ten!” He pulled the last bead from Aubrees ass. “There! Doesnt that feel much better?” He grinned down at her.


Aubree swallowed hard and thought of dolphins. Leave me alone.


Smiths smile widened as he looked down at the young girls face. He shook his head. Ignorant girl… ignorant sexy girl… young… helpless… A drop of pre cum oozed down his raging erection.


He rose to his knees and grabbed a tube of Vaseline which sat beside the bed. He stared down at the shivering girl as he greased his shaft. “Im going to enjoy you, Aubree. Keep those legs behind your head… knees by your ears. Dont move an inch.” He groaned as he placed his stiff cock against her tight anus. “First the beads and now…” he pushed the bulbous head of his penis into her rectum. “My cock!” He laughed as his cock slipped into her tight rectum. Oh yes… He began to pump the helpless teenagers butt. Oh yes! Soooo tight… so many times Ive watched you…


Aubree stared into the darkness behind her closed eyelids. She felt Smiths penis in her ass. Fuck Toy, reporting for duty… She clenched her toes. Tears rolled down her cheeks… It hurts…


Smith was in heaven. What a tight little ass! He pushed his cock as deep as it would go…. Oh yes… oh yes! He enjoyed the squishing sounds coming from between Aubrees buttocks. Thats my pre cum… in her ass…my little students ass … He pushed his testicles against her firm bottom, inserting his cock fully into her rectum. He enjoyed the feeling of his balls rubbing against her tight ass crack. Take it, bitch! He heard Aubree whimper. Thats it, girl! Cry like a little baby! He increased his powerful thrusts. Take it! Take it! Take it! He groaned, like an animal. Cry you little baby…


Aubree clenched her eyelids tightly and bit her bottom lip. Please stop! Owwww…. Ahhhh… Owwww! That hurts!!!!! It hurts!!!


Smith continued to thrust into her. He stared down at her adorable face. Sweat dripped from his forehead and onto her stomach. He grabbed her bare feet and licked her toes. “Now… Im going to cum, little girl…” He pushed against her harder. “Im going to cum… in your mouth.” He slowly pulled his throbbing cock from her tight hole. “Put your legs down and lay flat on your back.”


Aubree eased her legs down and stretched out on the mattress. I want to go home… She felt Smith climb on top of her, sitting on her stomach. She heard him stroking his erection. Yuck…


Smith massaged her large breasts with one hand as he stroked his slick cock with the other. “Open your mouth, girl.”, he instructed her. He watched as Aubree slowly opened her mouth. “All the way… as wide as it will go, little girl.” He squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. He felt himself approaching climax. “Thats good.” He leaned forward aiming his cock between her lips. “Now, open those big eyes… I want you to watch me cum in your filthy mouth. You little tease.”


Aubree opened her eyes and stared up at the hated man leaning over her. I hate you… bastard.


Smith groaned as the first spurts of semen sprayed across her lips. “Uugghh… thats it … good…”


Aubree felt the warm, thick fluid on her lips and in her mouth. He seemed to ejaculate forever. By the time he finished and climbed off her, semen coated her lips, tongue and cheeks, dripping down her chin. She lay completely still. Numb.


Smith rolled over on his back and let out a contented sigh. “Maybe youre a good girl after all, Ms. Sidney.” He laughed. He glanced over at Aubree. “Well… maybe not a good girl but a good girl at some things.” He chuckled as he pulled on his erection.


Aubree looked away from him. She wiped the semen from her chin. She felt like gagging.


Smith suddenly sat up and looked down at her. “Okay, baby girl. Go over to my dresser and clean your face up… you look like a cum drinking tramp. Nasty girl. Filthy.”


Aubree slowly sat up and placed her feet on the floor. A drop of semen dripped from her chin onto her bare thigh. She stood up and walked towards the dresser. She found a box of tissues and wiped her face in the mirror. She looked at Smiths reflection as he reclined on the bed behind her. Ill kill you, pervert… I despise you…


Smith watched as Aubree cleaned herself in the mirror. His eyes roamed down her bare back and across her round buttocks. Ill have that again. He lay down on his stomach and stretched out on the bed. “Okay, Ms. Sidney. I think youre cleaned enough. On the edge of the dresser you will find a tube of hot oil. Bring the oil and yourself back to my bed.”


Aubree retrieved the tube and walked back to the bed. She stood, staring down at her bare toes. She felt exhausted and ashamed.


Smith picked up a book from the bed stand opened it. Placing his glasses on his nose he looked back up at the adorable girl. “Okay, little one. Youve had your bedtime story. Now, Ill have mine. You will massage my back while I read.” He turned back to his book.


Aubree looked at him for a moment. Are you serious?


After several seconds, Smith looked up at her. “Get busy, girl. I want a good massage or Ill send you to Juans room for the remainder of the night.” He chuckled. “Juan is younger and more energetic than I. He can go all night with a sexy little tramp like yourself.”


Aubree knelt on the bed and flipped open the tube of oil. She squeezed a few drops onto his back and closed the top. First you spank me… then you sodomize me and now I give you a massage… Tears rolled down her cheeks. I hate you. Im Fuck Toy. 


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Juan stood in the hallway outside Dean Smiths door. He listened as Smith enjoyed the young American girl. You have your fun now… Ill have mine later… He looked at his watch, impatiently. Date prisa viejo. He squeezed his stiff cock through his pants.


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Chapter 22: Amber Learns Her Place



Wednesday evening…



Winston took a deep drag on his cigarette and stared at the half warm beer in his hand. He glanced at his watch. The stupid bitch is late again! Un-fucking-believable… He appraised the photographs and artwork hanging on the walls throughout the large studio and came to a quick decision. “I fucking hate art… worthless waste of time.”, he spat on the floor. Standing up, he walked to the window and glared impatiently at the parking lot. Bitch… I told you to be on time…


Suddenly, Winston saw a small white car pull off the road and into the parking lot. Finally. He took the last swig of his beer and threw the empty can into the corner. He looked down at the car as it pulled to a stop.


He watched as Amber jumped out of the vehicle and hurried towards the building. She wore a bright pink tunic shirt with tight fitting white leggings. Her gold colored single strap heels complimented the hoop earrings dangling from her cute ears. He shook his head… slut…


Walking towards the door, Winston cleared his throat. Youll pay for your tardiness… Blondie.


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Amber rushed across the parking lot towards the front steps of the dilapidated building. Why am I always late? She was angry at herself. He told me to be here on time… I hope he doesnt penalize me… I need these extra credits bad! She rushed up the front steps and pulled open the double doors. As she stepped into the lobby she noticed Winston standing at the top of the large staircase looking down at her from the second level. He had a phone to his ear and appeared to be in deep conversation with the person on the other end of the line. He frowned at her. Amber stopped and looked up at him, batting her long lashes nervously.


“Sorry Im late, Mr. Winston… the traffic on Coolidge Avenue was…”


Winston raised a hand, stopping her in mid-sentence. He continued his phone conversation and concluded with, “Thats fine. See you soon , Barb.” He placed the phone in his pocket and stood with his hands on his hips, staring down at Amber.


“I told you to be here on time. Im a busy man and my time isnt to be wasted. I asked dean Smith for an art model to assist me in my study of the female form. I didnt ask for a little girl who isnt responsible enough to show up on time.”


Amber blinked rapidly and brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. “I am really… really sorry, Mr. Winston. Please dont be mad.” She stared up at him.


Winston repressed the urge to laugh. Stupid girl… theyre all so easy and fall into the same traps over and over… He delighted in her fidgeting discomfort. What beautiful hips! Curvy… He drank in her lovely teenaged body. He paid particular attention to her tight fitting pink shirt. The shirt revealed her ample cleavage and from his angle on the stairs above her, he could see down the front just enough to make out the lacy bra beneath.


He shook his head, feigning irritation. “I am indeed mad, Amber. You waste my time. Perhaps, Ill send you back to dean Smith. Surely, there is some student in need of extra credits with the foresight to leave early enough to account for traffic.” He turned and walked towards the studio. He listened as Amber shifted her feet in the lobby below. Suddenly, he heard her heels clicking across the lobby as she ran towards the staircase.


“Please, Mr. Winston! Please! Im sorry! I promise Ill never be late again!”, Amber pleaded. She rushed up the stairs.


Winston stopped outside the studio door. He listened as Amber ran up behind him.


“Please, sir. I promise… Ill leave a half hour earlier next time. Please dont send me back to dean Smith. If I dont get these extra credits Ill flunk out of college! My daddy will kill me!” Amber was close to tears.


Winston slowly turned around and stared down and the flustered teen. “I dont know, Amber. This is only your second session and you have been tardy both times. I really need someone dependable.” He rubbed his grizzled chin.


Amber nodded her head in agreement. “Yes, sir. I know you do and…and… I am dependable. Please give me another chance. Please?” She looked up at him, fluttering her long eyelashes.


Winston exhaled deeply. He looked into the girls pleading eyes. He sensed the moment was right. Spring the next trap. He coughed into his hand. “I will consider giving you a second chance, Amber. However,  youve already wasted enough of my time. If I agree to allow you to continue with these extra credits, I expect to suffer no more delays. Time is of the essence.” He looked down at his watch.


Amber nodded. “Yes, sir.” She felt relieved and grateful.


Winston opened the studio door and motioned Amber inside. She stepped into the large room and glanced around at the paintings and photographs on the walls. I love art! Im an artist at heart… She smiled. However, her smile melted away as Winston closed the door behind them and made his next pronouncement.


“Okay Amber, please take your clothes off.” His statement was quick and direct.


Amber felt a chill run down her spine. She started to speak but, her mouth was dry. She blinked rapidly as she watched Winston walk across the floor. He walked over to a large couch and adjusted the cushions. “I think well photograph you here for starters….”


He turned back and stared at her. “What are you waiting for, Amber? Please undress. Were wasting time.” He shook his head. “Hurry up, tardy girl.”


Amber felt silly and helpless. I need these credits… Blushing, she placed her purse on the floor and looked back at Winston.


He frowned at her and tapped his watch. “Time is wasting.”


Amber bent forward and slowly unfastened her heels, slipping them off her feet. She placed them next to her purse. She was afraid to look back at Winston but could feel him staring in her direction. What in the world is going on?…  I thought I was his assistant not his model… this is weird… She risked a glance at Winston. He stood with his hands on his hips, watching her.


“Come on, girl! Were bleeding valuable time! Get undressed!”, Winston barked.


Amber batted her eyes, nervously. She slowly hitched her fingers beneath the hem of her tunic shirt and pulled it over her head. She dropped the shirt to the floor next to her purse and heels. This is lame. She pushed her fingers into her leggings and lowered them down her legs. Stepping out of them, she dropped the leggings on the ground next to her shirt and shoes.


Winston stared at the lovely teenager. She looked so adorable standing nervously in front of him wearing nothing but her lace bra and thong panties. Beautiful… beautiful, stupid little girl… He feigned impatience. “Hurry up, Amber. Everything off, please. Jewelry as well. I need you fully nude for this shoot.” He looked down at his watch again…. Ive been waiting to see you fully nude I mean… His gaze roamed over her body… cute pouting mouth…large breasts… firm adorable tummy… sexy round hips… curvaceous hips… Very nice… He snapped his fingers. “Get on with it, Amber. Everything off.”


He watched as she reluctantly unfastened her bra and allowed it to fall down her arms and to the floor. Her bare breasts were large and firm. The areolas were the size of a half dollar… her nipples were erect and hard in the cool air… he smiled at her blushing cheeks. Natural boobs… nice…


Amber folded her hands over her breasts. Her eyelids fluttered. Hes looking at me… Im naked… only Ross has ever seen my breasts… Ross would be soooo mad if he knew I was doing this… She blinked rapidly. I need the extra credits… without them Ill flunk out of school… it would ruin our plans. Im doing this for Ross and I… both of us… 


Amber inhaled deeply and pushed her thong panties to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She unfastened her earrings and let them drop from her hand onto the pile of clothes at her feet. She stared down at her bare breasts and folded her hands over her legs. Im nude…


Winston repressed the urge to whistle. He felt his cock hardening is his pants. Amber was stunning. Amber was nude. Fully nude. He had known he would see her nude from the first moment he had laid eyes on her at Green Meadows Apartments. However, the thrill of her nudity was no less exciting… He stepped back and crossed his arms, drinking in her bare body.  Whoa doggies! Lookie, lookie… here comes nookie…


Amber stared down at the studio floor and thought of Ross. Im doing this for both of us, baby. Without my degree none of our plans will happen. I have no choice. She looked back up at Winston. He stood by the large couch, hands crossed over his chest. His eyes moved up and down over her nude form. Dont look at me. Amber turned to the side and held one arm over her breasts, the other over her legs. Stop looking at me that way…


Winston shook his head and coughed. He walked over to the camera and adjusted the lens. He shot a quick look back at the nude, blushing girl. “Okay, Amber. Come over here and sit on the couch.”, he motioned. 


He watched as Amber walked across the room. Her bottom jiggled enticingly. Sexy little bitch. “Okay, Amber… now please sit down on the couch. Uncross your arms and place them by your side.”


Amber blushed as she lowered her arms and sat on the couch. She heard the camera as Winston began snapping pictures.


He raised a hand in the air. “Look here, at my hand… open your eyes… stop squinting, Amber.”


Amber looked at his hand as the camera continued snapping away. Im not squinting! Im just nervous…. Stop looking at me… this is lame… Im naked… She blinked, nervously.


Winston snapped his fingers. “Thats it, girl. Youre doing fine. Now, get up on your knees and face away from me. Look to your right… I want to get a profile shot… thats it… good.”


Amber followed each command. She heard Winston snapping away behind her. Hes taking pics of my ass… not my profile. Hes a pervert. The realization sent a chill up her spine. Hes a pervert… Im naked…


Winston stopped taking photos and walked over to the refrigerator. He opened the door and pulled out a cold beer, cracking the top. Thirsty work.


Amber started to turn around and sit down. She stopped as Winston waved his hand. “No, little missy! Stay exactly as you are! On your knees, backside towards me.” He took a swig of beer.


Amber placed her hands on the back of the couch and listened as Winston took a long gulp of his beer. WTF!!! This is lame…


Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door. Winston paused and placed his beer on the counter. He walked towards the door.


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Ambers heart raced. Holy crap! Someone is here! At the door!!!! She jumped off the couch and ran towards her clothes.


Winston stopped at the front door and turned back to Amber. “What in the hell are you doing, little lady?”, he asked.


Amber stopped and looked at him wide-eyed, like a deer in headlights. “I was getting my clothes, sir. Someone is at the door. Im not decent. ” She crossed her arms over her bare breasts.


Winston shook his head. “No maam. No maam. Get yourself back to the couch and remain as you were.” He gave her a hard look. “NOW!”, he shouted.


Amber jumped at his sharp tone. She turned and practically ran back to the couch.


Winston smiled at her bobbing breasts and jiggling buttocks. I just love these young girls… love em! He laughed as he opened the studio door.


Amber jumped onto the couch and sat on her knees with her hands on the back of the cushions. She listened as Winston opened the door behind her. Oh my lord… oh my lord… WTF??? Im nude. This is so lame.


She listened as Winston greeted the new guest. “Hello, Barbara. Im glad you could make it. Please come in.”, she heard him say. 


Amber shot a quick glance over her shoulder. Barbara? She watched as the slender woman entered the studio, shaking hands with Winston. She appeared to be in her late thirties or very early forties. Her blonde hair was shoulder length. She had an attractive face and full lips. She wore gray slacks and a business jacket. The white shirt beneath her jacket was unbuttoned at the top and revealed ample cleavage.


Amber blushed.  Shes got big boobs… bigger than mine… Amber watched as the lady walked into the studio. She wore high heels which clicked loudly on the hard floor as she stepped into the entryway. The woman emitted a powerful presence. In charge… Amber quickly looked away.


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Winston welcomed Barbara into the studio with a motion of his hand. “Come in. dear. Im glad you could make it on such short notice.” He smiled.


Barbara walked into the spacious room and looked around. Her eyes came to rest on the nude teenager kneeling on the couch. “So… This must be Amber. The undisciplined, tardy girl.”


Winston nodded and grinned. “Sure enough. This is the one I told you about.”


Barbaras heels echoed throughout the studio as she walked towards the couch.


Amber felt like melting away as she heard the lady walk up behind her. Im naked. This is lame. She looked down at her bare thighs. She blinked, nervously. She noticed her nipples were hard in the cool air of the studio. I need my clothes…


Barbara stopped immediately behind Amber and folded her arms. She appraised the teens bare backside. “Nice form. Lovely hips. Well shaped bottom.” She paused and walked around the couch, stopping in front of Amber. “Look up at me, girl. Let me see your face.”


Amber slowly looked up at the strange woman. She felt her heart beating in her chest. I wish Ross were here. He would tell me what to do. She quickly looked down, blinking nervously.


Barbara stared hard at Amber. “Stop blinking, girl. Look at me.” She reached out and tapped Ambers chin gently. “Raise your head.”


Amber struggled to stop her nervous blinking. Please go away. She noticed Winston out of her peripheral vision. He stood to the side of the couch, beer in hand. Oddball…


Barbara shook her head. “I dont know, Winston. She has a pretty face and a nice body but that nervous tick with her eyes… the constant blinking… thats not good.” She looked over at Winston. “Does she always blink like this?”


Winston took a swallow of his beer. “It seems to come and go. Ive noticed it before.” He reached into his pocket and removed a cigarette.


Barbara shrugged. “Well, we may still be able to work with her.” She walked over to the edge of the couch and leaned forward, inches away from Ambers blushing face. “Raise your hands, young lady. Put them behind your head. Let me have a look at your little tits.”


Amber felt her face reddening. I dont have little tits, bitch. She looked over at Winston. “Sir? Whats going on?” She shot a glance back at Barbara. Cunt.


Winston took a swallow of beer. “Oh. Yes… I forgot to introduce you.” He sat his beer on the edge of the couch. “Amber. This is Barbara. She is a friend of mine and a fellow artist. She specializes in potential models with minor defects.”


Amber frowned. Im not defective. Jerk. She narrowed her eyes.


Winston took a drag of his smoke. “I see by your reaction that you are upset, Amber. Dont be. Regardless of what you may hear, no girl is a natural born model. It is an acquired skill. Ms. Barbara helps young ladies achieve their full potential.”


Amber crossed her arms over her breasts. “Im not a model. I dont want to be a model. Im an art student.” She looked back at Barbara. “Not a model.”


Winston exhaled smoke into the air. “I understand, Amber. However, youre working in my studio for extra credits. I explained to dean Smith that I needed a model. He elected to send you. Therefore, at this studio, youre a model. Otherwise, you can go home and forget about the extra credits.”


Amber frowned. She looked back up at Barbara. Bitch. I dont have small tits.


Winston blew a smoke ring. “Look, Amber. I know you need the extra credits. However, if you dont want to play by my rules then you can forget it.” He walked over to the camera and bent forward, snapping another picture of the nude girl.


Amber held her arms over her breasts and looked away from the camera. “Stop taking pictures. Theres been some misunderstanding.” She stood up and hurried towards her clothes. “I dont need the credits this bad…” She shot a hateful glance at Barbara. I dont have little tits. You bitch.


Winston looked over at Barbara and winked. He watched as Amber hurried towards her discarded clothing. He shook his head. “Okay, Amber. Have it your way…”


Amber picked up her thong panties and pulled them over her legs. “Listen, Im sorry. This is just a big mistake. This isnt my thing. Ill find some other way to earn the credits.”


Winston nodded. “Okay, Amber. No problem. However…” He paused.


Amber pulled her panties up and glanced at him as she reached for her bra. What?


“However…”, Winston continued. “The pictures Ive taken of you are my property. This was to be a private exhibition. None the less, since Ill have to find a new model, I think its only fair that I be compensated for my time.” He smiled as Amber hesitated.


Winston motioned towards Barbara. “Barb runs a soft core pornographic website. I think the pictures Ive taken thus far would be good material for her.” He looked at Barbara. “What are you currently paying for pictures of fresh girls?”


Barbara looked at Amber. “Oh, you know… a few hundred for a girl like this. Never published girls. Fresh girls, like her.”


Amber fastened her bra and looked back at Winston. Her eyelids fluttered. “What?”


Winston stroked his chin. “The pictures I have of you will be turned over to Barb. Shell compensate me and in turn, your pictures will be published online… its only fair.”


Amber gasped. “No… now wait a minute, mister. I dont want any pictures published online. I never agreed to that.” She walked towards Winston. “I never signed any contract agreeing to that or anything else for that matter.”


Winston watched as the cute teenager walked towards him in her tiny bra and thong panties. His eyes locked on her adorable stomach and hips. “Nope. You didnt sign any contract whatsoever. You just came in and stripped down.” He laughed. “The pictures will go to Barb and she, in turn, will publish them online. You have no legal recourse at all.” He smiled at her.


Amber crossed her hands over her stomach. Stop staring at me! Can you be any more obvious? She looked at Winston and blinked nervously. “Okay, slow down, mister. No pics online. That isnt going to happen.” She heard Barbaras heels on the tiled floor behind her. She shot a glance over her shoulder.


Barbara walked over to Ambers pile of clothes and picked up her purse. She opened the top and rummaged inside. “What do we have here?” She produced a small phone. “Is this your phone, Amber?”


Amber ran towards Barbara. “Of course its my phone! You took it out of my purse! Give it back!” Bitch!


Barbara held the phone just out of reach and pushed Amber backwards. “Dont give me orders, girl.”


Amber folded her arms over her breasts. She blinked rapidly. She felt warm tears on her eyelids. She looked back at Winston. “She has my phone… please…”


Winston laughed. “Please what, Amber?”


Amber looked from Winston to Barbara and back at Winston. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Make her give me my phone.” Please.


“Your boyfriend is named Ross, huh?”, Barbara asked as she scrolled through Ambers contact list. “The heart next to his name kind of gives it away.” She smiled at Amber. “I dont know what he sees in you. What with your nervous blinking and tiny tits.” She paused. “Im sure he would like a link to my website. I have some really pretty girls posted.”


Amber closed her eyes. “Stop it! Just stop it! This is stupid!” Whats going on? She clenched her fists. “I dont have tiny tits! Im a full C cup! Its not my fault that you have freakishly big boobs! Now give me my phone, you stupid bitch!” Amber raised her fists and stepped towards Barbara.


Winston folded his hands and smiled at the catfight about to erupt. “The only thing stupid is you, Amber.”


Amber hesitated and looked back at Winston. “Make her give me my phone! Im leaving. This is silly!”


Barbara held Ambers phone up. “Maybe we should call Ross?” She shot a look at Winston.


Amber ran towards Barbara. Her face was flushed with anger. “Give me my phone! You bitch!”


Barbara watched as the teen girl rushed towards her. At the last moment she stepped aside and stuck her foot out, tripping Amber and causing her to collapse onto the floor. “Have a seat, little girl.”, Barbara laughed.


Amber lay on the floor, shaking with rage. She quickly sat up and turned towards Barbara. “Give me my phone! This isnt funny anymore!”, she screamed.


Winston lit a smoke and walked over to Amber. He stood with his hands on his hips, staring down at her. “Look, Amber. Stop being an idiot. Lets talk facts…”, he said as he exhaled smoke rings into the still air. He enjoyed the sight of the nearly nude teenager sitting on the floor in only her bra and panties.


Amber looked up at him. Her eyelids fluttered.


Winston smirked. “First, I have nude photos of you. Second, Barbara has your phone and therefore, your boyfriends number. Third, we can publish your pictures online at anytime we like. Fourth, I have the Mercham campus email. I could send your naked pictures to every student and faculty member at Mercham University with a simple push of a button.” He halted and looked down at Amber. “Do you hear me, young lady?”


Amber looked up at Winston. “Why? Why are you doing this?” She looked back at Barbara. Bitch.


Winston rubbed his chin. “Well… its like this, Amber… Youre a sexy little stuck up bitch and Im a man who likes sexy little bitches. However, I learned a long time ago that sexy little bitches need a little prodding to do the right thing… They never do it willingly.” He rubbed his crotch.


Amber closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She heard Barbara chuckling in the background. Bitch.


Winston stepped forward and exhaled smoke into her face. “Face the facts, girl. You have two choices. Number one… pick up your clothes and get the fuck out of here. At which time, nude photos of you go online and to the entire Mercham campus email. Or, number two… shut your fucking mouth and cooperate with me.” He blew a smoke ring and rubbed his chin. Blondie.


Amber looked at Barbara. “Just give me my phone…”


Barbara shook her head. “Nope. Im kind of enjoying looking at your picture collection… Is this your boyfriend? He has a big cock.”


Amber blushed. She suddenly remembered the nasty pictures she took of Ross the previous weekend. They were both buzzed and feeling horny after a party and one thing had led to another. I told him I deleted those pictures…


Amber jumped to her feet. “Give me the god damned phone, bitch!” She rushed towards Barbara.


Barbara smirked as the practically naked girl rushed toward her. She stepped forward and punched Amber in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She laughed as the girl crumpled to the floor. “It looks like youre all bark and no bite, Amber.” She glanced down at the gasping girl before turning her attention back to the cell phone. “Im really enjoying your pics, girl. Ross is a sexy guy. Id have fun with him. I dont know what hes doing with a tiny tit girl like you.”


Amber lay in a fetal position on the floor. She struggled to regain her breath after the hard blow Barbara had delivered to her tummy. Shes looking at my Ross… Im sorry, baby… She slowly rose to her knees. “Please give me my phone.”, she pleaded.


Barbara shook her head again. “Nope. In fact, Ive already forwarded the pictures of Ross to my own cell phone. Hes a gorgeous guy. Thank you.”


Amber sank back down to the floor. Tears started in her eyes. Oh no… Im sorry baby… Im sorry…. Ross… Lover…


Winston watched the exchange between Amber and Barbara with amusement. He walked over the refrigerator and pulled out another beer. Turning back to the studio floor, he smiled. “Okay, ladies. Thats enough.” He walked over and knelt beside the shaking teenager. “Amber?” He placed a large hand on her shoulder.


Amber jerked at his touch. She looked up, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Please… pl.. please…” She gulped… “Please make her give me my phone.”


Winston shook his head. “Negative. Not going to happen, Amber.” He smiled as the girl collapsed back onto the floor, weeping. Foolish girl… stupid girl…


Winstons face hardened. “Listen to me, Amber and listen good. You will do what I say, when I say and exactly how I say … there will be no argument. Otherwise, your nude photos are going online tonight and every student and teacher at Mercham will get more than an eye full of your tight little body in the morning. Do you understand?”


Amber felt weak. She slowly sat up and crossed her arms over her bra. She looked at Barbara. You fucking cunt. She felt her anger rising as Barbara smiled at her. Bitch. She looked up at Winston.


“Please. Just make her give me my phone and tell her to delete the pictures of Ross. If you do that, Ill cooperate. Okay?”, Amber pleaded. Tears ran down her pretty cheeks.


Winston shook his head. “Youre in no position to bargain, stupid girl. You will cooperate or else you know what will happen.” He took a swig of beer. “And… if youre a real good girl, Barb might just find it in her heart to delete the pictures of Ross and return your phone… maybe.” He looked over at Barbara.


Barbara nodded. “Maybe. But first, I think we need to see just how well Amber can follow commands.” She dropped Ambers phone into her jacket pocket and rubbed her hands together. “Now, Amber. Come here.” She pointed to the floor. “Come stand in front of me.”


Amber looked over her shoulder at Winston as he walked over and removed the camera from its tripod. He turned towards her and snapped a picture. Amber took a deep breath and slowly walked towards Barbara. She heard Winston snapping away behind her. She stopped in front of Barbara and looked down at the floor. Her eyelids fluttered.


Barbara smiled at Amber. “Thats a good girl.” She reached behind Ambers back and unfastened her bra clasp. “Lets just have this right off so we can get another good look at your little tits.” She pulled the bra down Ambers arms and dropped it on the floor. “There. With little tits like yours you dont need a bra anyway.”


Ambers cheeks flushed with anger. “I dont have little tits. Im a full C cup. Youre a bitch.”


Barbara slapped Amber hard across the face. The sound echoed throughout the studio. “Shut your mouth! Dont back talk me, young lady!”, Barbara shouted.


Amber stepped back and raised a hand to her burning cheek. She looked at Barbara with hate. She heard the camera snapping away. She started to speak but Barbara raised her hand again, threateningly. Amber remained silent. Stunned. You cunt.


Barbara smiled as she reached for Ambers panties. She grabbed the waistband and slowly eased the panties over Ambers hips. “Step out of them, young lady.” She slapped Ambers ankle.


Amber slowly stepped out of her panties and watched as Barbara tossed them aside. The camera continued to click away. She felt numb and helpless. I need Ross… If he were here he would make them stop…


Barbara brushed Ambers blonde hair off her forehead with a long fingernail. “You are a pretty little girl. Very nice face... Aside from that constant blinking habit… well  have to correct that.” She grabbed Ambers nipples and gave them a twist. She smiled as Amber winced in pain. “Sensitive nipples.” She knelt down and examined Ambers shaved pubes. “Pretty little pussy. Turn around and let me have a better look at your ass, young lady.” She placed her hands on Ambers hips and eased her around. “Very nice little butt. Yes. I think you would be a good addition to my website.” She pinched Ambers bare backside. “You still have a little baby fat but I think a good exercise regimen will take care of that.”


Amber stood with her arms over her breasts and her hands under her chin. She closed her eyes and listened as Barbara appraised her appearance. Im not fat… Im pretty… I dont need exercise and youre a bitch.


Barbara stood up and grabbed Ambers wrist, pulling her towards the couch. “First things first, young lady. For starters I think you need to be punished for the disrespectful attitude you have demonstrated towards Winston and myself.” Barbaras heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor as she pulled the nude girl towards the couch. She sat down and looked up at the embarrassed teenager. “Get across my lap, young lady.”


Amber blushed furiously. “What are you talking about?” Bitch. She looked over at Winston but quickly looked away as he continued snapping pictures. This is lame.


Barbara snapped her fingers. “Get across my knee. I want those little tits of yours on my lap.” She grabbed Ambers arm and pulled her down. “Dont sass me.”


Amber allowed Barbara to pull her across her lap. I need Ross… he would make this stop… Her eyes fluttered.


Barbara looked down at the pretty teens bare backside as she lay across her lap. “Now. Youll get ten swats over your bare bottom. With each swat I want you to remember whose in charge here, young lady.” She raised her hand and came down hard across Ambers buttocks. The slapping sound echoed throughout the studio mingling with Ambers pathetic whimpering.


Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!


Winston could barely contain himself as he looked through the camera at the adorable teenager receiving a fully nude spanking. He had known Barbara for many years but her skill as a trainer never ceased to amaze him. He was glad he had invited her to participate in Ambers taming. My kind of woman… He continued taking pictures as the spanking concluded.


Barbara eased Amber up onto her knees and looked down at her tearstained face. “Now, young lady. Do you know who is in command here?”


Amber wiped tears from her cheeks and rubbed her burning backside. She felt ashamed and angry. “Okay, youve had your fun. Youve punished me. Can I have my phone now?” Cunt.


Barbara shook her head. “Not yet, young lady.” She grabbed Ambers elbow and pulled her up. “Sit on my lap. Were going to have a little talk.” She looked up at Ambers blushing face. “Sit, girl.” She patted her thigh.


Amber couldnt believe what was happening. I just want to go home… see Ross… she blinked. She slowly sat down on the hated womans lap. She closed her eyes. I dont have small tits… she spanked me… like a little girl…


Barbara lowered her voice and patted Ambers thigh with one hand while running her long fingernails over the girls bare back. “Sometimes, harsh measures are necessary when training young models such as yourself, Amber.” She eased her hand up Ambers thigh and onto her bare tummy. She gently stroked her firm abdomen with her finger. Amber jerked and blinked.


Amber kept her eyes shut. “Im not a model.” Youre a bitch.


Barbara smiled. “Weve already had this discussion, young lady. You are a indeed a model for Winston and myself. You know what will happen if you resist…” She ran her long fingers over Ambers tummy, tracing her bellybutton with her fingernail. She moved her hand up to her bare breasts and cupped them gently. “When I said you had tiny tits I didnt mean they were ugly, girl. You have a very nice bosom.”


Amber shook slightly as the woman cupped her breasts. She felt Barbaras long fingernails moving down her back. She heard the camera. Whats happening? I dont have tiny tits… stop taking pictures…


Barbara eased her hand off Ambers breasts and moved up to her face, tracing her closed eyelids and full lips. “Youre a very sexy girl, Amber. I will teach you…” She moved her finger over Ambers moist lips, pushing them apart.


Amber felt sick. She could smell the womans perfume and felt her breath as she spoke. I just want to leave.


Barbara pulled the girl closer. “Give me a kiss, Amber.”


Amber tensed. “No! What are you talking about?” She opened her eyes and tried to stand up but Barbaras grip was firm. Let me go!


Barbara squeezed Ambers arm. “Do you want another spanking, young lady?”


Amber tried to turn away but the woman was incredibly strong. “Please… I dont want a kiss… I want my phone… I want to go home… you two have had your fun…” She heard Winston taking pictures. I want to leave…


Barbara pinched one of Ambers exposed nipples. “Give me a kiss, girl.” She pulled Ambers face towards her. “Dont be shy. Youve got a little baby fat but, youre no baby.”


Amber felt cold and numb. I dont have baby fat! I dont want to kiss you… She felt the woman pulling her closer. The next instant, Barbaras lips were pressed against her mouth. Sickening…


Winston walked forward trying to get a better angle as Barbara locked lips with the squirming girl. Holy shit! Shes a fast operator!! Bravo!!! Hes cock was as hard as a rock. He snapped another close up shot. Holy shit! This is fucking great!!!


Amber felt Barbaras tongue inside her mouth. She felt her probing hands on her breasts and bare butt. She heard Winston snapping photos. Her mind went blank. Her eyelids fluttered. Whats happening to me???


Barbara kissed Amber fully and explored her tender mouth with her tongue. After several seconds, she pulled back and looked at the girls closed eyes. She smiled as Amber shivered slightly. “Now, lay down on the couch, Amber. On your back and spread your legs.”


Amber sat lay back on the couch slowly. She looked up at Barbara. “Please stop. This is weird. I just want my phone. I want to go home.” She shot a look towards Winston. Stop photographing me! Asshole!


Barbara smiled down at the nude teenager. “Relax, Amber. Spread those long legs. Thats good.” She pushed the girls thighs apart. She leaned forward and looked down at Ambers upturned face. “Does Ross go down on you, dear?”


Amber felt ill. “What?” Youre a cunt…


Barbara ran her fingers over Ambers bare tummy. “Your big dick boyfriend… does he go down on you or does he only satisfy you with his cock?” She moved her hand down between Ambers legs, tracing her slit with her fingernail. “Speak to me, girl. Does Ross go down on you, sweetie?”


Amber tried to push Barbaras hand away. “None of your business. I want to go home.” She heard Winston taking pictures. Pervert!


Barbara smiled down at Amber. “No matter. Im going to taste your little pussy now, girl. You are not permitted to cum. Do you understand?”


Amber tried to sit up but Barbara pushed her back onto the couch. “If you resist, you will be in violation, Amber.”, Barbara said.


Amber sank back onto the couch. “Violation of what?” Bitch…


Barbara smiled. “Winston and I have seen your naked little body. I would imagine that you wouldnt wish anyone else to see you in this state of undress?”


Amber shivered. Theyre blackmailing me…


Barbara shook her head. “Of course you wouldnt… now spread your legs…” She leaned forward and placed the tip of her tongue on Ambers slit.


Winston continued to snap pictures as Barbara went down on Amber. Holy mother!!! This is fucking great!!! He massaged his dick through his jeans. He zoomed in on Barbaras tongue as it played across Ambers pussy. He watched as Amber closed her eyes and placed her hands over her face, weeping. Dont be a crybaby, girl!!! He chuckled under his breath and continued photographing the nude girl receiving Barbaras attentions. Im in heaven… He slowly eased his zipper down and reached inside his pants, grasping his cock. Im going to blow my wad!!!


Amber kept her eyes closed and tried not to feel Barbaras tongue. She resisted the warm sensations as Barbara licked her exposed clitoris. Stop… please stop… She tried to resist but felt herself becoming aroused. She heard Winston snapping photos. This is sooo lame… She heard him lower his zipper. She parted her eyelids slightly and looked over at Winston as he pulled his stiff penis from his pants. Hes masturbating… pervert… hes big…She closed her eyes. Get off me, bitch…


Barbara pushed her tongue against Ambers exposed clitoris and tasted her young juices. Thats it… cum for me…


Amber tired to think of something else… Please… stop….


At the last second, Barbara sat up and smiled. “Okay, Amber. That will be enough for today.” She licked her lips. “You have a very tasty pussy, girl. Good flavor. Pure. I think Ill have to enjoy you again.”, she said as she leaned back against the couch. “I think well hook up again very soon.” She ran her long fingernails over Ambers bare breasts.


Amber lay on her back, fighting back tears. Youre a bitch… She stood up slowly. Her blonde hair fell across her face. “Okay. Youve had your fun. Please give me my phone.”, she said as she looked at Barbara. She crossed her arms over her stomach.


Barbara laughed. “Fine, girl.” She reached into her pocket and handed Amber the phone. “Just remember, I still have the pictures of your lovely Ross.”


Amber grabbed the phone. She looked over at Winston. He was in the process of zipping his pants and appeared to be frustrated.


“Sir? I did what you asked. Please make her delete the pictures of my boyfriend.”, Amber pleaded. She blinked rapidly.


Winston coughed. “Thats up to Barbara, young lady.” He shot a look at Barbara. “Well? Did Amber meet your standards?”


Barbara shook her head. “Not even close. She needs a lot of work.” Barbara looked at Amber.  “Well talk about the pictures after you work off that baby fat, sweetie.” She laughed.


Amber frowned. “Im not fat… I think youre just…”


Barbara cut her off. “Shut up, Ms. Tiny Tits.” She stood up and smoothed her jacket.


Amber stared angrily at Barbara and shot a look at Winston. “Look. You two have you want. Okay? Youve got naked pics of me… okay? Listen… you can even post them online… whatever… just please delete the pictures of Ross… okay?” She blinked and looked at Barbara.


Winston rubbed his chin. “I dont know, tardy girl. What do you think, Barb? Shall we delete the pictures of her little boyfriend?” He sounded bored and irritated. His eyes roamed over Ambers naked body. Blondie… love those hips…


Barbara shook her head. “No. Not yet… since it seems she doesnt care about much of anything aside from her beloved Ross, I think we should keep his pictures as a guarantee of her future performance.”, she pronounced.


Amber felt sick. “Please delete the pictures… they were supposed to be private… dont you have a heart?” Cunt…


Barbara walked over to Winston and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Well, Winston. It seems our little Amber is begging. Sad.” She looked up at him.


Winston looked down at Barb. “Yeah… sad…” What are you up to?


Barbara placed her hands on her hips. “Okay, Amber. Get dressed. You will report back to the studio tomorrow evening at seven oclock sharp. You had best not be late. We will begin your exercise regimen at seven sharp.”


Amber stared at her incredulously.  Exercise regimen? What?


“Do you hear me, sweetie?”, Barbara asked.


Amber frowned. “I dont know… Ross and I have a date… were going to dinner…”


Barbara laughed. “Not anymore. Cancel the date. Well see you here at seven oclock… sharp!”, she said. “Now, get dressed and get out. I think weve had enough of your silly little face for one evening, Ms. Tiny Tits…”


Amber felt helpless. She walked over to her clothes and picked them up. What just happened here? Whats going on?? She looked over her shoulder at Winston and Barbara. Who are these people?


As she started to get dressed, Winston spoke. “Leave the panties, tardy girl.”


Amber looked at him. “Wh… what?” Perv…


Winston motioned towards her. “Leave the panties. Throw them on the couch.”


Amber blushed and tossed her panties on the couch. She slowly put on the rest of her clothing. She looked up at Winston. “What do you want from me?” She glanced at Barbara. bitch…


Winston shrugged his shoulders. “Simple… everything, Amber. We want everything.”


Amber shuddered. Freak! She shot a quick look at Barbara before turning and running out the door.


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Chapter 23: Frustration


Winston listened as Amber ran down the stairs, weeping. He walked over and closed the studio door. He turned back towards Barbara. Anger flashed across his face.


“Quite the performance, Barb. Bravo…”, he said sarcastically. He walked over to the couch and picked up Ambers panties. He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Smells like… young pussy.” He looked at Barbara. “Sure would have been nice to get some of that young pussy.”, he frowned. “Sure would have been nice…”


Barbara smiled. “Awww… is my Winston angry and horny? Poor Winston….” She tapped her fingernails together and smiled.


Winston felt the blood rushing to his face. “Dont toy with me, woman. I asked for an assist, not a takeover. How dare you try to take control of this project!” He shoved the panties into his pocket and cracked his knuckles. “If you would have just managed to shut your god damned mouth for a single second I would most likely be firing my load in Ambers sweet young ass about now. But no…. no…. you had to go your own way… and now shes gone.”, he fumed. “Fucking gone…” He clenched his fists. “I offered you the normal $500.00 assist fee… I didnt sell her to you!”


Barbara ran her fingers through her blonde hair and unbuttoned her jacket. “So? Do you want to punish me?” She licked her lips.


Winston stared at her. “Maybe.”


Barbara laughed. “Ambers not gone, Winston. Shell be here tomorrow night at seven. I havent ruined anything aside from your patience.” She slowly unbuttoned her jacket and let it fall from her shoulders. She unsnapped the top button of her pants. “You want a blowjob, Winston?” She winked at him.


Winston curled his lip. “Youre not exactly the age I like…”


Barbara let her pants fall to the floor. “Can you make do tonight, old man?”  She kicked her pants aside and unbuttoned her shirt.


Winston felt his cock jump. “Possibly…” He drank in her lovely body and massive breasts. “You had better suck like an eighteen year old…”


Barbara smiled as she dropped her bra to the floor and eased her panties down her legs. “I give better head than any eighteen year old.” She knelt in front of him.


Winston looked down at her. Youre dangerous… He felt her fingers on his zipper. Dangerous but, beautiful… He looked down as she took his cock into her mouth. Holy shit…



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Chapter 24: An Invitation from Black


Winston flipped off the lights and closed the studio door behind himself. He inserted the key into the latch and fastened the bolt. He turned towards the stairs, smiling as he thought of the nights events. Little Blondie… tamed… sweet. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he walked towards the stairs. Barbara can sure suck a dick…Suddenly his cell phone rang. Winston frowned. He looked at his watch. Its late! What the fuck? He pulled the phone out and looked at the number. He felt a chill. Black. He answered the phone.


“Yeah?”


“Winston?”, the voice of Mr. Black was almost a whisper.


“Yeah. Its me.”, Winston said. He looked nervously around the stairwell and the front lobby of the building. “Whats up?”


“We know about your deal with the dean.”, The threatening tone in Blacks voice was evident.


Winston took a drag of his cigarette and looked over his shoulder. The building was silent… too silent. “What the fuck are you talking about? What deal?”, Winston asked innocently.


Black laughed. “Always the con man, Winston… Always the con man. Trying to get away with a fast one.”


Winston hurried down the stairs. “I dont know what youre talking about, Black.” He walked quickly across the lobby towards the front doors.


“Dont play stupid, Winston. We know all about your deal with Smith… Aubree for Amber… In fact, I gave you Smiths number. Did you not think that I would monitor your contact with him?”, Black asked.


Winston opened the front doors and walked out of the building. He scanned the parking lot. In the distance, her heard the roar of a motorcycle engine. “Look, Black… I dont know what youre talking about.” You arrogant fucking prick.


Black laughed. “Relax, my old friend. You may be stupid but I like you. Why dont you stop by the club and have a drink? We need to talk.”


Winston walked quickly across the pavement towards his truck. “Tonight? Im a little busy…” His eyes darted across the dark parking lot.


“Yes. Tonight. Certainly youre not too busy to have a drink with an old friend?”, Black asked.


Winston opened his truck door and jumped into the seat. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out his revolver. Fully loaded. He flipped his ash. “Fine. I could use a drink.” Fucking son of a bitch…


“Excellent. Ill tell Animal to expect you. See you soon, Winston…” The line went dead.


Winston sank back into the seat and wiped sweat off his forehead. Fucking prick… I aint going down without a fight… He pulled the truck onto the road and headed towards the club.


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Chapter 25: Noticeable Changes


Amber lay in the bed, looking at the ceiling. Her face was troubled. She felt Ross roll over and place his hand on her stomach. My lover… She looked over at him. “What, babe? Shouldnt you be asleep?” She caressed his bare thigh. Go to sleep, lover.” Her eyelids fluttered.


Ross brushed her hair aside and kissed her, gently. He sat up on an elbow. “Whats going on, Ambs? Youre not yourself.” He reached under the covers and cupped her breasts.


Amber pushed his hand away. “Dont… Im not in the mood.” She rolled away from him.


Ross watched her turn away and frowned. What the heck? He sank back onto the pillows and folded his hands behind his head. He looked over at her. “Whats going on, Ambs? Youre not yourself tonight.”, he asked. “Is something bothering you?”


Amber swallowed hard and blinked. “Nothing, babe. Everything is fine… okay? Im just a little tired. I need sleep.” She rolled onto her side.


Ross lay in the darkness and stared up at the ceiling. What the heck? He remained motionless, pretending to be asleep. After several minutes, Ambers deep breathing  confirmed she was asleep.


He slowly stepped out of the bed. Walking over to the dresser, he opened her purse.


Whats this? The studio address? Ross quickly picked up his wallet and placed the card inside. Im sorry, baby. But, I have to find out whats happening to you…


He quietly lay back down in the bed. He listened to Ambers deep breathing and stared out the darkened window at the night sky. Somewhere, in the darkness outside, a motorcycle engine roared.




TO BE CONTINUED…


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