It Gets Worse

Erin felt herself being laid down on the desk. Her arms, legs and head were dangling over the edges of the desk. Erin felt the man remove her watch before he felt his fingers at the waistband of her panties. No, no! she mentally screamed. Her panties were then peeled from her hips.

"Oh my..." the man remarked.

She could feel his fingers brush through her pubes.

"It's a jungle..." he chuckled.

Oh you ass! Erin thought as she felt her panties slide down her legs and off her feet. She then felt the garment being placed over her face. She could smell a faint smell of urine and body odor along with her body wash scent. Gross...

She was soon seated upright, her head flopping about while her arms jangled. Erin felt the man unclasped her bra and then felt the straps come off her shoulders and down her arms. She felt the weight of breasts hang feeling. She was laid back down and felt her breasts jiggled. Of course she felt the man's hands on them after.

"Oh you like that?" the man cooed.

Erin could imagine him smiling like a creep. She felt his fingers flicking at her hard nipples. No! Erin thought it was cold in the room and she was naked. It then hit her then that was naked and laid out on the old dingy desk. She tried to move once more. Nothing. She was exhausted. Sleep was coming. She felt too flushed to fight it anymore. It was all lost. She might as well be dead. She was laying naked on a crappy desk in abandon warehouse.

"So long detective..." the man said before leaning down and kissing Erin on the check. "It's been fun..."

You creep...Erin thought as her mind faded.