Green

"Green!"

"Huh?"

Chloe looked down at her necklace and found the stones had in fact gone from ruby to emerald. She thought that was odd, clicking her tongue off her teeth in disappointment. Fake stones, of course. She looks up to find the valet had moved closer, within an inch of her. He was breathing heavily, ragged, drinking in the sight of her like a wild beast on a hunt. Chloe was turned on by it, still it was rude he just walk up on her.

"Excuse you. Personal bubble. Back up. Whoa!"

The valet picked Chloe up off her feet and threw her on the bed as if she were a rag doll. She landed on her back with a squeal and tried to roll over and crawl away. His calloused hands clamped down on her ankle and dragged her back across the comforter while the other fishes around her shorts and began pulling them off. Chloe screamed, calling for help. His breath and teeth found her her neck and bit down as her shorts fell to her ankles. Chloe hadn't worn panties in years and her neatly trimmed pussy now bare.

"Scream. I love it when they scream!" he growled.

The valet held her down with one hand while tearing away his own cargo shorts and freeing his admirably sized cock. Chloe couldn't see however she knew the sounds. They always sound the same from behind. Chloe screamed for help, for mercy, for him to stop as his wicked chuckle sending a cold shiver down her spine.