Alternative version

I should’ve been in the backrooms by now. Should’ve had this bastard ****, his pockets emptied, the crystal in my hands. But no, I had to play the perfect little fuckbunny, all wide eyes and eager smiles, and now I was stuck here, my ass in the air, my cunt stretched around his thick cock as he used me against the bathroom wall like I was nothing but a toy.

And the worst part? My body wasn’t fighting it.

Each brutal thrust slammed pleasure straight into my core, no matter how much I tried to resist it. My thighs trembled, wetness pooling between them, a deep, shameful ache coiling in my belly. I was so fucking wet, and he knew it. I could hear it—hear the filthy, wet sounds of my own body taking him, the slick squelch every time he drove back in.

I bit my lip, but a whimper still escaped.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," he groaned, his fingers bruising my hips as he yanked me back against him, forcing me to take every inch. "Moan for me. Let me hear what a good little whore you are."

Fuck.

I squeezed my eyes shut, nails scraping against the dirty wall as I tried to think past the fog of heat pooling low in my stomach. I hated this. I hated him. But the way he was stretching me, filling me up with each rough stroke—it sent white-hot sparks of pleasure through my veins. My clit throbbed, **** for friction.

I was losing control.

And then, the gloryhole.

A thick cock pushed through the opening in the wall, bobbing impatiently in front of my face. My breath hitched, stomach twisting as I realized what was about to happen. I wanted to pull away, to refuse, but before I could even react, rough fingers tangled in my hair and wrenched my head forward.

My lips parted in shock, and that was all the opening he needed.

He shoved himself deep into my mouth, filling it to the brim in one brutal thrust. My throat spasmed around him instantly, ****, gagging, my eyes going wide as my body struggled to take him. Spit bubbled up around my lips, drool dribbling down my chin as I fought for breath.

The bastard behind me only laughed.

"Shit, you look good like that," he grunted, snapping his hips forward, impaling me from behind as I choked on the cock in my mouth. "Nothing but a warm, wet hole, huh?"

Tears blurred my vision. I tried to breathe through my nose, tried to adjust, but there was no time. The man in front of me was relentless, fucking my throat with the same raw hunger as the one pounding into my cunt. My body was trapped between them, a plaything, a dirty little fuckdoll for them to use however they wanted.

And god help me, I could feel it. The deep, humiliating throb of pleasure building inside me.

I clenched around the cock stretching my pussy, every harsh slap of his hips sending electric pulses through my overstimulated body. My tits swayed wildly with every thrust, nipples stiff, hypersensitive. My clit was throbbing, aching, grinding against nothing as I was held in place, used, claimed.

The man in my throat groaned, his grip tightening as he slammed in deep, his cock pulsing against my tongue.

"Swallow, bitch," he growled.

A thick flood of cum hit the back of my throat, hot and salty, forcing me to gulp it down as he held me there, making sure I took every last drop. My throat convulsed, **** for air, tears spilling over my cheeks as I swallowed every last drop. When he finally pulled out, my lips were swollen, spit and cum dripping down my chin, a messy strand still connecting me to his cock as I gasped for breath.

But it wasn’t over.

The bastard behind me grunted, his thrusts turning erratic, ****. His cock twitched inside me, and I knew what was coming before he even spoke.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—gonna fill up this tight little club slut."

I clenched my fists, but there was nothing I could do.

He slammed in one last time, burying himself deep as he groaned, his cock throbbing as he spilled inside me. Warm, thick heat flooded my pussy, and the sensation was almost enough to tip me over the edge. I trembled, my body screaming for release, but he was already pulling out, already tucking himself back into his pants, leaving me dripping, used, empty.

I barely managed to stay upright, my thighs slick with his cum, my knees shaking. My breath came in ragged pants, my body still on fire, my clit still pulsing, denied.

I prayed that was the end of it.

But deep down, I knew the night was far from over.

Next time, Olivia was taking this fucking job. I should’ve never said I’d handle it alone. Because now, as I wiped my lips with the back of my shaking hand, my heart still hammering, my body still aching for something more—

I knew I was in for a long, long night.