A clearing head makes Jessica not want to find out

Left alone for the first time this afternoon, Jessica sat stark-naked on the storage room's floor, panting. She felt the dirty, cold tiles against her bare ass, a strong reminder of how naked she was as she wiped her face with the increasingly soggy handful of tissues.

“Good lord!” she whispered to herself, breathlessly. Her mind was so hazy, it was hard for her to get a clear thought. This man.. he was humiliating her! But evidently she loved it, Jessica thought, absently running a finger along her soaked twat.

Groaning and under great effort the starlet picked herself up from the grimy floor, standing on shaky legs in the dimly lit room. Looking around she spotted a box filled with big shards of a broken mirror standing in one of the rooms corner and, carelessly tossing the cum-and-spit-soaked wipes to the floor she stepped closer.

“Oh my GOD!” with the blink of an eye Jessica's mind cleared and she almost screamed as she caught her reflection in one of the long, dusty shards. She looked like a damn pornstar! Naked, save for the slutty, over-knee boots and the thin leather choker, her body showed the marks of fondling and ****, telltale signs that in a day or two she'd be covered in little bruises.

But that was not even the worst of it! Her face was smeared with cheap make-up to the point where she almost didn't recognize herself. Dark and red smears streaked across her face, made worse by her attempts to clean herself up, her eyes red-shot and puffy. She looked like the kind of girl that got assfucked in the storage rooms of dirty clubs!

And while that thought had turned her on just a minute ago, now , with her mind feeling clear, it just terrified her. What was she doing? What was she allowing Stefan to do to her? She felt her heart pound with panic. This was horrible!

She needed to get out of here!

The thought came suddenly, but once she had had it it was powerful, controlling her mind. She looked around the shelves that lined the room and found a crate of bottled water. Her hand was shaky as she grabbed one and twisted the cap off and she could feel the blood rushing in her ears as she hurriedly poured the bottle over her own face, using it to clean off the mess.

After emptying three bottles over herself she checked her reflection again. Taking a deep breath she was satisfied with the result, the thick caking had come off completely.

On her search for something to dry off she stumbled across a laundry bag, finding it filled with old dish towels. Beggars can't be choosers, she thought as she used them to wipe off her face and body, patting herself dry. From time to time she glanced over at the room's door, hoping to God that nobody would enter to find her like this!

Once cleaned and dried off she began the hunt for something to wear, something different than the humiliating outfit that pervert had **** upon her. Maybe some promotional shirts, maybe a lost and found box with some old sweaters...

But she had no such luck. After scanning the room twice and checking all the boxes Jessica felt like she couldn't wait any longer. If Stefan grew impatient and came back to check on her she highly doubted that, intoxicated as she was, she could muster the strength to stand up to the dominant businessman.

Resigning to her fate she grabbed her own old clothes from where Stefan had tossed them into a crumbled pile and quickly pulled them on.

Once she was done she looked into the broken mirror again and her heart sank. 'SLUT' was written in big letters across her chest, the clothes clung way too tight and since the mirror shard was tilted just ever so slightly Jessica could make out her own bald, little pussy peeking underneath the hem of her skirt.

Quickly she turned to the door, unable to see herself like this any longer and opened it carefully.

The lines in front of both bathrooms had shrunk considerably and Jessica managed to slip into the hallway without anyone noticing. Keeping her head down since she did not have the cover of thick make-up anymore she did her best to look around. She didn't dare to go back into the club's main room. If Stefan saw her she'd be stuck with him for the rest of the evening and who knew what else that pervert would make her do?! To her own dismay Jessica felt her pussy twitch at the thought.

Instead of heading towards the music Jessica headed in the opposite direction, hoping for the best and her hopes were rewarded this time, her heart jumping as she found herself in front of a heavy metal door with an exit sign. Biting her lip the defaced actress tested the handle and to her relief the door opened with a light creak. Without wasting another second Jessica slipped out into the night and just started walking.

She just wanted to get some distance between herself and the German so she walked as fast as she was able to with her high heels, not caring where she went. She did not have the slightest clue where she was anyway...

Randomly taking turns, looking back over her shoulder in paranoia and doing her best to keep her skirt from slipping up Jessica made her way through Amsterdam's party district, ignoring the numerous wolf-whistles and cat-calls she got. She got enough of those dressed in a sweater and jeans, now she wore a shirt that said 'SLUT'. It wasn't surprising.

After more than ten minutes of aimless fleeing Jessica allowed herself to slow down and think.

She had nothing! No money, no passport and no clue where she was or what her hotel was called. She did not have a key, but she figured that was the least of her problems.

Chewing her lower lip the pretty starlet walked along the street, contemplating a solution...