Later on that night.

“Please don't make me do this."

Eddie grinned wickedly as he took delight in my discomfort. I hated him for it.

I shuddered and clutched the flimsy robe closer around my body. "I don't want do do this.. Why don't you just fuck me again?"

"You know the deal Ash. " Eddie stood up and walked towards me, smiling the arrogant prince he was.

“Im so fucked.” I thought to myself as the fat fuck towered over my little frame.

"Take off the robe now. I want to make sure you look good as I think you will.."

I bit my lip and thought to myself squeezing the robe tight to my chest.

“ Come On Ashley you can do this, just keep your mouth shut. It'll only be for the night, then I can find a new place to move and never see this fuck again.”

A shiver traveled up my spine as I let the robe drop to the floor hold on the robe. Feeling the cool air wash against my skin.

"perfect. If you had not drained me so thoroughly earlier today I would need round two just looking at you Ash.”

I scowled and didn't reply. He laughed and motioned me to the front door of the apartment. I followed reluctantly.

The living room had been cleared out for the lone poker table and chairs that were placed around it, I stopped and stared at the setting, unconsciously pushing my hair from my eyes and glared at the obscenity of it all. It was such a cliche. Yet here I was in a hot pink microkini that covered nothing but my nappies and twat, ready to serve five or six guys however they wanted.

The doorbell rang, bringing me back from my head. Eddie grinned and walked to the door, opening it as if there wasn't a mostly naked teen standing next to the pool table, as if he did this kind of thing all the time.

First two through the door leered at me in the equal amount of lust. Eddie looked at me.

“Wow man you weren't kidding Edd you really did hire us a sex doll for the night!”

“Hired” I rolled my eyes and covered my chest with my hands feeling the fabric of the mini top. And fighting off waves of humiliation and anger as two more men in their forties stumbled into the apartment wanting to look at me.

"Are there rules?" one of them asked, looking at me with less than respectful intent