No

I have been sitting on Eddie's couch for at least twenty minutes now, doing nothing but listening to his blabbering about how disrespectful and greedy his tenants are. And drinking, a lot.

With the day I just had I needed to drink, I wanted to, so every time Eddie offered me a glass of Vodka I eagerly drank it.

Shot after shot I felt more relaxed, the stress of the day fading away and the world around me moving more slowly. From time to time, while he was speaking, I noticed Eddie'eyes stealing glances at the front of my shirt, where I hoped my nipples weren't too visible, or trailing slowly up along my legs to stop at the crotch region.

I knew his kind and what he wanted: he wanted to fuck me, to use every part of my body for his own pleasure, like several others already did that same day.

Thinking about it, about letting him take what he wanted, somehow made my body feel warmer. Imagining what he would make me do, on the same couch we were sitting on, caused my mouth to start watering and.. some other parts of my body to react the same way.

"no.. no.. no" Finally realising what was happening I lowered my head putting one hand on my forehead, trying to escape out of my **** induced fantasies. The moment probably lasted longer than necessary, because shortly after he decided to finally shut up I felt him come to sit next to me.

"Hey, what's the matter, are you alright?" He said, grabbing on my arm with one hand and on my shoulder with the other, as if trying to give some sort of confort.

I knew his concern wasn't sincere, I knew in that same moment he was probably taking a look under my loose, sleeveless shirt where he would easily see..

"Sorry.. sorry.. I think I had one too many of those" I heard myself slur, at the same time trying to disengage from his grasp.