Doctors Appointment
Hi written based on a friend fantasy, let me know where i can improve it, and what should happen next.
"Jennifer?" The nurse's voice cut through the muffled chatter of the waiting room, and a slender figure with brunette hair looked up from her phone. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach, and followed the nurse down the sterile hallway. The click-clack of their footsteps echoed against the tiles, punctuating the silence that had descended upon them.
The examination room was cold, the walls painted in an impersonal shade of mint. A single chair sat in the corner, a flimsy curtain the only barrier to the rest of the room. The nurse handed her a surgical gown with a kind smile. "Everything will be fine," she assured, the words a comforting refrain that did little to ease the tension.
Jennifer slipped into the gown, the fabric scratching against her skin. She sat on the edge of the exam table, her legs dangling over the side. The paper crinkled beneath her, a reminder of her vulnerability in this space. Her thoughts swirled with the excitement of university and the field hockey scholarship that awaited her—how she'd be leaving her small town behind for a life of independence. But right now, she felt anything but independent.
The door opened, and in strode Dr. Patel, a portly man with a neatly trimmed mustache and kind eyes that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand secrets. His interns trailed behind him, tow young faces eager to learn from his wisdom. The room felt smaller with their presence, and she swallowed hard as she lay back.
"Please, place your legs in the stirrups," he instructed gently, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves. She complied, her legs spreading open as if on their own accord, allowing him access to the most private part of her body. The cold metal of the stirrups sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing on the distant sound of the ticking clock to distract herself from the reality of the situation.
Dr. Patel pushed his gloved finger into her pussy, the coldness of the lubricant making her flinch. "Just relax" he instructed, his tone gentle. "It's a standard procedure." The interns watched closely, their eyes flicking between her and their notes, their faces a mask of concentration. But all she could do was hold her breath and will the moment to be over. It was a violation, even though it was medical and necessary
The doctor's finger moved inside her, pressing and probing, checking for any signs of discomfort or irregularities. It was strange, having someone else's hand in such a private place, especially under these circumstances. But she knew it was for her own good. She focused on the doctor's voice, the sound of the instruments, and the rustling of the paper beneath her, trying to distract herself from the embarrassment that still clung to her.
And then it happened. As Dr. Patel's thumb brushed against her clit, she gasped, her body reacting involuntarily. The interns' eyes snapped up to meet hers, their expressions a mix of surprise and something else—something that made her cheeks burn even hotter. Dr. Patel's hand stilled for a moment, his gaze flicking up to hers before returning to his work. It was a mistake, she told herself, just an accident. But the brief contact had sent a jolt of arousal through her, and she couldn't ignore it.
Her mind raced, trying to process what had just happened. She'd never felt anything like this during an exam before. It was wrong, but it was also undeniably...exciting. The room was too quiet, the tension palpable. The doctor cleared his throat and resumed his instructions, his voice slightly strained. "Just a few more moments," he murmured, and she felt his thumb graze her clit again. This time, it lingered, and she couldn't hold back a moan.
The interns shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting between her and the doctor. She could feel their gazes on her, and she wondered if they were thinking the same thing she was—that maybe this wasn't just a mistake anymore. She could feel the doctor's thumb moving in slow circles, teasing and taunting her. The room was spinning, and she couldn't tell if it was from the embarrassment or the building pleasure.
When Dr. Patel finally removed his hand, she felt a sense of relief and loss all at once. The exam continued, but she couldn't focus on anything else. Her thoughts were consumed by the feeling of his thumb on her clit, the way her body had responded. She was torn between anger at the invasion of her privacy and a confusing arousal that she couldn't shake.
Then, Dr. Patel spoke up, his voice a little too casual for the situation. "Miss, I hope you don't mind, but these interns are here to learn, and it would be a valuable experience for them to perform the exam as well. Would you consent to them taking a look?"
Jennifer's heart thudded in her chest. She glanced at the interns, who looked at her with a mix of anticipation and unease. She took a deep breath and nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay."
The first intern, a young man with a thick beard and a stern expression, stepped forward. He was not as gentle as Dr. Patel had been; his touch was firm, almost rough, as he inserted his fingers into her. She winced at the suddenness of it, the sensation jolting through her. "Careful," Dr. Patel admonished, placing a hand on the intern's wrist. "Remember to be gentle."
The intern's gaze flickered to Dr. Patel's before he nodded, his expression tightening. He withdrew his hand and tried again, this time with more finesse.
Jennifer felt a twinge of relief when the intern was finally done, and the last intern, a young woman with a shy smile, took her place. She was smaller than the others, her hands seemingly more delicate. As the cold, latex-covered digits entered her, she couldn't help but feel a bit more at ease. The intern's touch was slower, more deliberate, and she found herself focusing on the gentle pressure rather than the discomfort.
The girl's eyes remained glued to her own, searching for any signs of pain or distress. It was almost comforting, and for a brief moment, Jennifer felt less like a specimen and more like a person. She took a deep breath, the tension in the room seeming to dissipate slightly.
And then, the unthinkable. The intern's finger, so much smaller and more delicate than Dr. Patel's, hit a spot inside her she didn't know existed. A gasp of pleasure slipped from her lips as the intern's eyes widened, and she felt a sudden jolt of electricity through her core. She had found her G-spot. The intern looked up at her, her own eyes filled with surprise.
Just as the intern's gaze met hers, the door to the exam room flew open, banging against the wall with a loud thud. A nurse, her arms laden with files, walked in without knocking, the room's privacy forgotten. The door remained open, revealing the crowded hallway outside, and there, among the patients and staff, stood one of her step brother's friends, his eyes frozen on her exposed form. His phone was out, a telltale glow indicating he had just taken a photo.
Her cheeks burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment. The interns looked up, their focus snapped from their task to the intrusion. Dr. Patel's head shot up, his eyes narrowing. "What is the meaning of this?" he barked, his voice cutting through the sudden tension in the room like a scalpel.
The nurse, realizing her mistake, stuttered an apology, her face reddening. "I'm so sorry, doctor!" she exclaimed, rushing to close the door. But it was too late. The damage had been done. Her step brother's friend had seen her in the most vulnerable position imaginable, and there was no taking that back.
Jennifer's mind raced. What would he do with that photo? Would he tell her step brother? Would it circulate around town, or worse, at the university? She felt the cold dread creeping through her body, threatening to consume her. The interns looked at her with a mix of pity and embarrassment, quickly averting their gazes as the nurse shuffled out, the door clicking shut behind her.
The room was silent for a beat too long, the echo of the door closing hanging in the air. Then, Dr. Patel cleared his throat, his voice gruff. "Let's continue, shall we?" His eyes were on the interns, a warning in his tone. They nodded, their expressions grim, and turned back to their task.
When it was finally over, she dressed quickly, her movements jerky and awkward. She couldn't meet the interns' eyes as she left the room, her thoughts a tumult of what-ifs and dread.
As soon as she stepped into the hallway, she pulled out her phone, her trembling hands barely able to dial her step brother's number. "You need to find Alex," she blurted out as soon as he answered, not bothering with pleasantries. "Tell him to delete the photo. Now."
Her step brother, James, sounded surprised. "What photo?" he asked, his voice echoing through the phone.
"The one he took in the doctor's office," she hissed, glancing around to make sure no one could overhear her. "He saw me...he took a picture. It can't get out."
There was a beat of silence before James spoke. "I'll handle it," he said, his tone firm. "But you need to calm down. I'll text Alex and sort this out. Just...don't worry."
But worry was all she could do. The thought of the photo—of that moment of pure humiliation—spreading like wildfire was too much to bear. She leaned against the cold wall, trying to compose herself, her heart racing like a wild horse in her chest.
But where was Alex? He'd seen the look on her face, the horror in her eyes. Surely he would have the decency to come and apologize, to explain himself. But as the minutes ticked by, he remained elusive, nowhere to be found in the bustling medical center.
Her mind reeled with possibilities. Was he already sharing the photo with their friends? Would it go viral before she even had a chance to leave town? The thought of her new university mates seeing her in such a vulnerable state made her want to retch.
Panic bubbled in her chest, and she began to pace, her sneakers squeaking against the linoleum floor. She had to find him, had to make him understand the gravity of what he'd done.
Her eyes searched the crowded waiting room, the faces a blur of concern and curiosity. No sign of Alex. She stepped outside into the blinding sun, the fresh air a slap in the face after the stale hospital air.
The drive home was a nightmare, every car that passed by seemingly filled with whispering townsfolk, their eyes on her. By the time she pulled into the driveway, she was on the verge of a full-blown panic attack. Her heart was racing, and she felt like she couldn't get enough air.
As she stumbled into the house, the smell of pizza wafted through the air. And there he was, lounging on the couch with her step brother James, a smirk playing on his lips. Her blood boiled at the sight of him. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she spat, fury coursing through her veins.
Alex looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. "Chill, Jen. James invited me over." He took a bite of pizza, chewing slowly as he watched her. She wanted to slap the smug look off his face, to make him feel the same humiliation she was feeling.
"Did you get my text?" James asked, his voice a low rumble. She nodded, still unable to form coherent words. "Good. Alex said he deleted the photo. It's taken care of."
Alex swallowed his mouthful with a smirk. "Yeah, sorry about that. Just a little slip-up." He winked, and she saw red.
"A little slip-up?" she screeched, her voice rising an octave. "You violated me, you asshole!" She lunged at him, her nails digging into his arm.
James stepped in, his hands firm on her shoulders. "Jennifer, stop," he said, his tone stern. "This isn't helping."
Alex looked at her with a smirk that made her want to claw his eyes out. "Look, I'm sorry," he said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "But it's just a photo. It's not like anyone's going to know it's you."
The rage bubbling in her chest grew hotter, threatening to spill over. "It's not just about the photo," she hissed. "It's about you being a disgusting pervert and violating my privacy!"
Alex rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But maybe we can work something out."
The words hung in the air, thick with innuendo. She stared at him in disbelief. "What are you saying?"
Alex leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "I'll delete the photo," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "But only if you give me a little...payment."
Her stomach dropped to her knees. "What kind of payment?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Alex leaned back, his smirk widening. "A blow job," he said, his eyes gleaming. "A little something to remember you by before you go off to university. It's a win-win, really. You get to keep your dignity, and I get a little...compensation for my trouble."
The room spun around her, the walls closing in. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You're disgusting," she spat, pushing away from James.
But as she turned to leave, Alex's voice stopped her. "Think about it," he called after her. "It's just a little favor between friends, right?"
Her thoughts were a whirlwind of anger and fear. Could she really do it? Suck him off to keep her secret safe?
But as she stared at Alex, lounging there so casually, the rage took over. "Fine," she said, her voice cold as ice. "But you have to delete it first"
Alex's smirk grew even more obnoxious as he nodded. "Okay i will trust you, but you have to wear your hockey uniform whilst you do it" he said, his eyes dark with anticipation.
Her stomach twisted, but she found herself nodding. Anything to make sure the photo stayed deleted. She stormed up to her room, grabbed her field hockey uniform, and stormed back downstairs. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. She felt the fabric of her skirt cling to her thighs as she walked, the shortness of it exposing her more than she was comfortable with. But she had made her choice.
When she returned to the living room, the shock on Alex and James' faces was almost comical. "What the hell, Jen?" James sputtered, his slice of pizza forgotten mid-air.
Alex's eyes widened, and she could see the excitement flickering in them. He hadn't expected her to agree so easily. "Now, delete it," she ordered, her voice firm.
Alex swiped at his phone with a grin, his thumb moving with a flourish. "Alright, alright," he said, the smugness oozing out of him. "It's gone." showing her the photo was gone forever. "now on your knees"
Jennifer felt a mix of disgust and anger as she approached him, but she knew she had to go through with it. She dropped to her knees in front of the couch, her heart hammering in her chest. The fabric of her field hockey skirt was tight against her skin, and she could feel the cool air against her thighs. Alex leaned back, unzipping his pants and pulling out his erection with a smug look.
"Remember, if you tell anyone, I'll just say it was consensual," Alex warned, his tone smug. "And who would believe you over me?"
With a trembling hand, she reached out and took him in her mouth, fighting the urge to gag at the taste of him. She could feel his eyes on her, watching every move, and it made her skin crawl. She focused on the task at hand, trying to get it over with as quickly as possible.
As she worked, she could see James out of the corner of her eye. He was watching, his expression a mix of shock and arousal. The sight of him made her feel even more degraded, but she pushed the thought away, focusing on the finish line.
It didn't take long before Alex was moaning, his hips bucking slightly as he approached climax. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of him, the sound of his pleasure. But it was too much. The power dynamic in the room was suffocating, and she knew that this was a line she never wanted to cross again.
Suddenly, Alex's hand shot out and grabbed her ponytail, yanking her head back. She gagged, the taste of him filling her mouth. He was rough, pulling her hair like he owned her. And then it happened—his orgasm. He came with a grunt, his cum spurting onto her face, the warm liquid splattering across her cheeks and nose.
Her eyes watered with pain and humiliation as he released her hair, chuckling to himself. "Not bad for your first time," he said, his voice filled with pride.
Jennifer stood up, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She felt used, dirty. But she had kept her side of the bargain. The photo was gone, and she had paid the price. But what she hadn't expected was the betrayal of her own body. Despite the anger and fear coursing through her veins, she couldn't ignore the wetness that had soaked through her panties. It was a traitorous response, one that made her feel even more violated.
Her eyes met James's, and she saw the hunger in them. He hadn't stopped watching, and she knew that he had enjoyed the show. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks—they had both used her, taken what they wanted without a second thought for her feelings.
"Jennifer?" The nurse's voice cut through the muffled chatter of the waiting room, and a slender figure with brunette hair looked up from her phone. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach, and followed the nurse down the sterile hallway. The click-clack of their footsteps echoed against the tiles, punctuating the silence that had descended upon them.
The examination room was cold, the walls painted in an impersonal shade of mint. A single chair sat in the corner, a flimsy curtain the only barrier to the rest of the room. The nurse handed her a surgical gown with a kind smile. "Everything will be fine," she assured, the words a comforting refrain that did little to ease the tension.
Jennifer slipped into the gown, the fabric scratching against her skin. She sat on the edge of the exam table, her legs dangling over the side. The paper crinkled beneath her, a reminder of her vulnerability in this space. Her thoughts swirled with the excitement of university and the field hockey scholarship that awaited her—how she'd be leaving her small town behind for a life of independence. But right now, she felt anything but independent.
The door opened, and in strode Dr. Patel, a portly man with a neatly trimmed mustache and kind eyes that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand secrets. His interns trailed behind him, tow young faces eager to learn from his wisdom. The room felt smaller with their presence, and she swallowed hard as she lay back.
"Please, place your legs in the stirrups," he instructed gently, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves. She complied, her legs spreading open as if on their own accord, allowing him access to the most private part of her body. The cold metal of the stirrups sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing on the distant sound of the ticking clock to distract herself from the reality of the situation.
Dr. Patel pushed his gloved finger into her pussy, the coldness of the lubricant making her flinch. "Just relax" he instructed, his tone gentle. "It's a standard procedure." The interns watched closely, their eyes flicking between her and their notes, their faces a mask of concentration. But all she could do was hold her breath and will the moment to be over. It was a violation, even though it was medical and necessary
The doctor's finger moved inside her, pressing and probing, checking for any signs of discomfort or irregularities. It was strange, having someone else's hand in such a private place, especially under these circumstances. But she knew it was for her own good. She focused on the doctor's voice, the sound of the instruments, and the rustling of the paper beneath her, trying to distract herself from the embarrassment that still clung to her.
And then it happened. As Dr. Patel's thumb brushed against her clit, she gasped, her body reacting involuntarily. The interns' eyes snapped up to meet hers, their expressions a mix of surprise and something else—something that made her cheeks burn even hotter. Dr. Patel's hand stilled for a moment, his gaze flicking up to hers before returning to his work. It was a mistake, she told herself, just an accident. But the brief contact had sent a jolt of arousal through her, and she couldn't ignore it.
Her mind raced, trying to process what had just happened. She'd never felt anything like this during an exam before. It was wrong, but it was also undeniably...exciting. The room was too quiet, the tension palpable. The doctor cleared his throat and resumed his instructions, his voice slightly strained. "Just a few more moments," he murmured, and she felt his thumb graze her clit again. This time, it lingered, and she couldn't hold back a moan.
The interns shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting between her and the doctor. She could feel their gazes on her, and she wondered if they were thinking the same thing she was—that maybe this wasn't just a mistake anymore. She could feel the doctor's thumb moving in slow circles, teasing and taunting her. The room was spinning, and she couldn't tell if it was from the embarrassment or the building pleasure.
When Dr. Patel finally removed his hand, she felt a sense of relief and loss all at once. The exam continued, but she couldn't focus on anything else. Her thoughts were consumed by the feeling of his thumb on her clit, the way her body had responded. She was torn between anger at the invasion of her privacy and a confusing arousal that she couldn't shake.
Then, Dr. Patel spoke up, his voice a little too casual for the situation. "Miss, I hope you don't mind, but these interns are here to learn, and it would be a valuable experience for them to perform the exam as well. Would you consent to them taking a look?"
Jennifer's heart thudded in her chest. She glanced at the interns, who looked at her with a mix of anticipation and unease. She took a deep breath and nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay."
The first intern, a young man with a thick beard and a stern expression, stepped forward. He was not as gentle as Dr. Patel had been; his touch was firm, almost rough, as he inserted his fingers into her. She winced at the suddenness of it, the sensation jolting through her. "Careful," Dr. Patel admonished, placing a hand on the intern's wrist. "Remember to be gentle."
The intern's gaze flickered to Dr. Patel's before he nodded, his expression tightening. He withdrew his hand and tried again, this time with more finesse.
Jennifer felt a twinge of relief when the intern was finally done, and the last intern, a young woman with a shy smile, took her place. She was smaller than the others, her hands seemingly more delicate. As the cold, latex-covered digits entered her, she couldn't help but feel a bit more at ease. The intern's touch was slower, more deliberate, and she found herself focusing on the gentle pressure rather than the discomfort.
The girl's eyes remained glued to her own, searching for any signs of pain or distress. It was almost comforting, and for a brief moment, Jennifer felt less like a specimen and more like a person. She took a deep breath, the tension in the room seeming to dissipate slightly.
And then, the unthinkable. The intern's finger, so much smaller and more delicate than Dr. Patel's, hit a spot inside her she didn't know existed. A gasp of pleasure slipped from her lips as the intern's eyes widened, and she felt a sudden jolt of electricity through her core. She had found her G-spot. The intern looked up at her, her own eyes filled with surprise.
Just as the intern's gaze met hers, the door to the exam room flew open, banging against the wall with a loud thud. A nurse, her arms laden with files, walked in without knocking, the room's privacy forgotten. The door remained open, revealing the crowded hallway outside, and there, among the patients and staff, stood one of her step brother's friends, his eyes frozen on her exposed form. His phone was out, a telltale glow indicating he had just taken a photo.
Her cheeks burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment. The interns looked up, their focus snapped from their task to the intrusion. Dr. Patel's head shot up, his eyes narrowing. "What is the meaning of this?" he barked, his voice cutting through the sudden tension in the room like a scalpel.
The nurse, realizing her mistake, stuttered an apology, her face reddening. "I'm so sorry, doctor!" she exclaimed, rushing to close the door. But it was too late. The damage had been done. Her step brother's friend had seen her in the most vulnerable position imaginable, and there was no taking that back.
Jennifer's mind raced. What would he do with that photo? Would he tell her step brother? Would it circulate around town, or worse, at the university? She felt the cold dread creeping through her body, threatening to consume her. The interns looked at her with a mix of pity and embarrassment, quickly averting their gazes as the nurse shuffled out, the door clicking shut behind her.
The room was silent for a beat too long, the echo of the door closing hanging in the air. Then, Dr. Patel cleared his throat, his voice gruff. "Let's continue, shall we?" His eyes were on the interns, a warning in his tone. They nodded, their expressions grim, and turned back to their task.
When it was finally over, she dressed quickly, her movements jerky and awkward. She couldn't meet the interns' eyes as she left the room, her thoughts a tumult of what-ifs and dread.
As soon as she stepped into the hallway, she pulled out her phone, her trembling hands barely able to dial her step brother's number. "You need to find Alex," she blurted out as soon as he answered, not bothering with pleasantries. "Tell him to delete the photo. Now."
Her step brother, James, sounded surprised. "What photo?" he asked, his voice echoing through the phone.
"The one he took in the doctor's office," she hissed, glancing around to make sure no one could overhear her. "He saw me...he took a picture. It can't get out."
There was a beat of silence before James spoke. "I'll handle it," he said, his tone firm. "But you need to calm down. I'll text Alex and sort this out. Just...don't worry."
But worry was all she could do. The thought of the photo—of that moment of pure humiliation—spreading like wildfire was too much to bear. She leaned against the cold wall, trying to compose herself, her heart racing like a wild horse in her chest.
But where was Alex? He'd seen the look on her face, the horror in her eyes. Surely he would have the decency to come and apologize, to explain himself. But as the minutes ticked by, he remained elusive, nowhere to be found in the bustling medical center.
Her mind reeled with possibilities. Was he already sharing the photo with their friends? Would it go viral before she even had a chance to leave town? The thought of her new university mates seeing her in such a vulnerable state made her want to retch.
Panic bubbled in her chest, and she began to pace, her sneakers squeaking against the linoleum floor. She had to find him, had to make him understand the gravity of what he'd done.
Her eyes searched the crowded waiting room, the faces a blur of concern and curiosity. No sign of Alex. She stepped outside into the blinding sun, the fresh air a slap in the face after the stale hospital air.
The drive home was a nightmare, every car that passed by seemingly filled with whispering townsfolk, their eyes on her. By the time she pulled into the driveway, she was on the verge of a full-blown panic attack. Her heart was racing, and she felt like she couldn't get enough air.
As she stumbled into the house, the smell of pizza wafted through the air. And there he was, lounging on the couch with her step brother James, a smirk playing on his lips. Her blood boiled at the sight of him. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she spat, fury coursing through her veins.
Alex looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. "Chill, Jen. James invited me over." He took a bite of pizza, chewing slowly as he watched her. She wanted to slap the smug look off his face, to make him feel the same humiliation she was feeling.
"Did you get my text?" James asked, his voice a low rumble. She nodded, still unable to form coherent words. "Good. Alex said he deleted the photo. It's taken care of."
Alex swallowed his mouthful with a smirk. "Yeah, sorry about that. Just a little slip-up." He winked, and she saw red.
"A little slip-up?" she screeched, her voice rising an octave. "You violated me, you asshole!" She lunged at him, her nails digging into his arm.
James stepped in, his hands firm on her shoulders. "Jennifer, stop," he said, his tone stern. "This isn't helping."
Alex looked at her with a smirk that made her want to claw his eyes out. "Look, I'm sorry," he said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "But it's just a photo. It's not like anyone's going to know it's you."
The rage bubbling in her chest grew hotter, threatening to spill over. "It's not just about the photo," she hissed. "It's about you being a disgusting pervert and violating my privacy!"
Alex rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But maybe we can work something out."
The words hung in the air, thick with innuendo. She stared at him in disbelief. "What are you saying?"
Alex leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "I'll delete the photo," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "But only if you give me a little...payment."
Her stomach dropped to her knees. "What kind of payment?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Alex leaned back, his smirk widening. "A blow job," he said, his eyes gleaming. "A little something to remember you by before you go off to university. It's a win-win, really. You get to keep your dignity, and I get a little...compensation for my trouble."
The room spun around her, the walls closing in. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You're disgusting," she spat, pushing away from James.
But as she turned to leave, Alex's voice stopped her. "Think about it," he called after her. "It's just a little favor between friends, right?"
Her thoughts were a whirlwind of anger and fear. Could she really do it? Suck him off to keep her secret safe?
But as she stared at Alex, lounging there so casually, the rage took over. "Fine," she said, her voice cold as ice. "But you have to delete it first"
Alex's smirk grew even more obnoxious as he nodded. "Okay i will trust you, but you have to wear your hockey uniform whilst you do it" he said, his eyes dark with anticipation.
Her stomach twisted, but she found herself nodding. Anything to make sure the photo stayed deleted. She stormed up to her room, grabbed her field hockey uniform, and stormed back downstairs. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. She felt the fabric of her skirt cling to her thighs as she walked, the shortness of it exposing her more than she was comfortable with. But she had made her choice.
When she returned to the living room, the shock on Alex and James' faces was almost comical. "What the hell, Jen?" James sputtered, his slice of pizza forgotten mid-air.
Alex's eyes widened, and she could see the excitement flickering in them. He hadn't expected her to agree so easily. "Now, delete it," she ordered, her voice firm.
Alex swiped at his phone with a grin, his thumb moving with a flourish. "Alright, alright," he said, the smugness oozing out of him. "It's gone." showing her the photo was gone forever. "now on your knees"
Jennifer felt a mix of disgust and anger as she approached him, but she knew she had to go through with it. She dropped to her knees in front of the couch, her heart hammering in her chest. The fabric of her field hockey skirt was tight against her skin, and she could feel the cool air against her thighs. Alex leaned back, unzipping his pants and pulling out his erection with a smug look.
"Remember, if you tell anyone, I'll just say it was consensual," Alex warned, his tone smug. "And who would believe you over me?"
With a trembling hand, she reached out and took him in her mouth, fighting the urge to gag at the taste of him. She could feel his eyes on her, watching every move, and it made her skin crawl. She focused on the task at hand, trying to get it over with as quickly as possible.
As she worked, she could see James out of the corner of her eye. He was watching, his expression a mix of shock and arousal. The sight of him made her feel even more degraded, but she pushed the thought away, focusing on the finish line.
It didn't take long before Alex was moaning, his hips bucking slightly as he approached climax. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of him, the sound of his pleasure. But it was too much. The power dynamic in the room was suffocating, and she knew that this was a line she never wanted to cross again.
Suddenly, Alex's hand shot out and grabbed her ponytail, yanking her head back. She gagged, the taste of him filling her mouth. He was rough, pulling her hair like he owned her. And then it happened—his orgasm. He came with a grunt, his cum spurting onto her face, the warm liquid splattering across her cheeks and nose.
Her eyes watered with pain and humiliation as he released her hair, chuckling to himself. "Not bad for your first time," he said, his voice filled with pride.
Jennifer stood up, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She felt used, dirty. But she had kept her side of the bargain. The photo was gone, and she had paid the price. But what she hadn't expected was the betrayal of her own body. Despite the anger and fear coursing through her veins, she couldn't ignore the wetness that had soaked through her panties. It was a traitorous response, one that made her feel even more violated.
Her eyes met James's, and she saw the hunger in them. He hadn't stopped watching, and she knew that he had enjoyed the show. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks—they had both used her, taken what they wanted without a second thought for her feelings.
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