Freshen Up

One of Dirk's hands lets go of my head. I hear the side window whirring down. Cold air brushes across my face and neck.

“Come closer, then you'll have a better view.” Dirk's voice sounds cheerful.

I can't believe it. Is he inviting someone to record me with his cock in my mouth?

I want to scream, push him away. He won't let me. He presses my head down brutally with both hands. I feel his cock sliding into my throat.

No air. I gag. My arms flail. My eyes roll back. My senses fade. Black...

Hyah!

I inhale sweet oxygen.

I push him away.

Something warm runs down my chin. I don't know if it's blood, spit, or semen.

The world around me is a fog. Two figures loom next to the car.

I don't want to know who they are. Just get away!

I step on the gas. The engine roars, tires squeal. A shrill horn.

My vision clears. The road appears in front of me.

Oncoming traffic. I jerk the steering wheel.

Skidding, I avoid a collision.

Somehow we make it safely to the supermarket parking lot.

“You look pretty awful. Maybe you should freshen up.” There is no sympathy in Dirk's voice.

I hear more of a reproach. I don't expect any feelings of guilt or an apology. Nevertheless, I head for the customer restroom. It's crazy, but I'm a bit grateful that he's giving me some time to myself instead of rushing me through the store.

“I'll be right back.”

When the door closes behind me, I breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, a safe space where I can be undisturbed and think. He can't follow me here.

I need to understand what happened in the car earlier.

I stand at the sink and look in the mirror. Is the woman I see in there really me?

“At least he wasn't lying. I really do look like shit,” I say cynically to myself.

The door opens.