Izzy follows instructions

Mina was watching. If she weren't, Izzy knew she would never have the stomach for... that. But she could feel her friend's eyes boring into her back. Mina wanted her to do this. Hell, really, Mina was the one who wanted her to do another line of cocaine. This was all Mina's fault and Mina's idea. Even though she would've hated anyone else who put her in this position, Izzy didn't feel anything of the sort about Mina. She just wanted to do what was expected of her.

"Thanks," she murmured, delayed, to Paul's compliment. Then she sank down onto the floor. The grain of the wood felt so real against her knees. And when she looked up, both Paul and Ward seemed three times as tall. Both of them. Two men at the same time, staring at her like that. She could see the lust in Paul's eyes, but it was Ward's empty stare that really spooked her. What sort of guy didn't get even a little excited when he had a nubile young twentysomething on her knees in front of him?

"Take it out," Paul instructed her. Distracted from the eerie look in Ward's eye, she angled her body toward Paul, clinically undoing the zipper of his pants. She could feel the warmth of his dick through them already. Suck their cocks, Mina said. The sound of her tongue forming the words rung in Izzy's ears. If that's what you think I should do, she wanted to say.

And yes, unbelievably, her mouth was watering. Blood was racing through her veins. She knew she should be afraid, but she felt like she needed to prove something, or that she really had to pay them back. This was Engblom. White trash like her was lucky it got to step foot inside. Her breath was hot on her lips as she pulled down Paul's trousers, and then his boxers. His dick swelled before her eyes until it pointed right at her.

"You should rub it while you get Ward's out," he said.

There was nothing but white noise between Izzy's ears. Her fingers cupped around the swelling thing, but it wasn't as hot in her palm as she expected. At the back of her head she knew that meant her own skin was just as warm. She took hold of his dick and felt him groan–actually felt it, through his whole body. Izzy had a stranger's dick in her hands. And she wanted it in her mouth, she discovered.

But she'd been given an instruction. She began to pump his shaft, feeling him get even bigger. Bigger than her last boyfriend, definitely. The memory of Jason came back and made her feel sick. He hadn't liked her working at Tystalten. Probably imagined things just like this happening every night. Her throat tightened, and she knew she had to stop thinking about it. Which meant...

Turn away from Paul. There was Ward, watching her. Blank faced as ever. Expecting. And he would get it, too. That was why he didn't care. He knew he would get to feel her lips around his dick in just a few seconds. Her right hand pulled down the tag of his zipper, and his pants fell down at once. There was already a tent pitched in his underwear. Her heart made a sound she'd never heard from it before. So, here she was.