Krissy wakes up on the floor of the empty bathroom

Krissy felt the cold of the bathroom floor sinking into her as she lay almost completely naked on the dirty floor. Her pants and panties were down around her ankles. Her shirt lay torn on the floor where the man had thrown it, and her braw was still down around her waist.

Her pussy and throat both ached from...? She pulled herself up into a sitting position, fully recalling in graphic detail the rough loss of her virginity in this room to a man whose name she didn't even know. A man that had fucked her face and pussy and then left her **** on the floor of the bar she had come to look for some help, for a ride out of town.

Krissy reached up to her face and wiped away what was left of her tears, ruined makeup, and the man's cum. She shivered then, not knowing how long she had been on the floor of that room, where the man had gone, or who was still out there in the bar.

What if her stepfather had come looking for her? What if he had called the cops? What if the men out there were dangerous?

Krissy had no idea what to do next, but she knew she needed to get out of this bar and this town as fast as possible.

Standing up, Krissy pulled up her panties and pants, fixed her braw, and then retrieved her shirt from the disgusting floor. Moving quickly to the door, she locked it carefully, cursing herself for panicking previously.

Krissy then ran the sink hot and used the water to scrub her face clean and wash her shirt, which she then wrung out as dry as she could get it.

She was safe for the moment, but with no money, no phone, and no one to help her, Krissy was unsure about what to do next.