Nod meekly

You nod meekly, still rolled up in your fetal position on the couch and watching the two men finish up getting dressed. "Come on then", Rick says, walking towards you. "Let'sh get you home."

Rick reaches over to grab your arm and clumsily helps you up from the couch. You feel a rush of pain go through you as you're pulled to your feet, before wincing and standing up straight. You're completely filthy and covered in fluids, and everything feels sore. You ignore your pain and feelings as you quietly begin dressing yourself, stuffing your bra in your bag and quickly pulling on your shirt.

When you finish up Rick places his hand against your back and gently pushes you towards the door and out of the room. Hughes is still waiting in the hallway, but he silently joins up as the three men start flanking you on each side to lead you out of the studio. "Jusht.. want to say. You can have the part", Rick says, almost sounding apologetic by now. But you have decided that you will have to carefully consider if you even want the part anymore. "Do you- Do you have a car parked shomewhere nearby?", Rick asks.

"I-I'll take the bus. I'll be... okay from here", you respond. The latter part isn't the full truth, but you are really eager to get away from the men to get some time to collect your thoughts. Keith offers to drive you home, but you turn him down right away and start walking towards the bus stop. The three men continue staring at you as you walk into the night. You walk towards the bus stop and desperately try to keep your mind clear of thoughts until you get home. You don't want to have a breakdown in public.

The subsequent bus ride home is mostly a blur, although you distinctly remember the look of distaste that the bus driver gives you.

Soon you're walking up the stairs towards your apartment. You search through your pockets and find your keys, unlocking the door and stepping inside. You flick the lights, toss your keys onto the table and walk straight towards the bathroom. You flip on the lights there as well, leaning your hands on the sink as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes are bloodshot and your body looks half-dressed and unkempt. You're covered in lubricant and dried semen, making your hair stick together. You also notice you're wearing your shirt inside-out, and it's really obvious that you're not wearing a bra underneath.

"Never again", you utter to yourself. You then begin to undress and take a hot shower, letting the water run down your body; soothing your aches and pains. When you carefully lower your fingers to clean out your sore holes you begin to realize just how much cum Keith dumped inside your vagina.