A sketchy bar, of course

Grace stepped out of the limo. At some point, these things had to stop shocking her. Maria had done a very thorough job of explaining what she was all about. The only thing that was keeping her from accepting everything was her own morals. She checked her camera to make sure it was ready to film. At the very least, she could earn the money she was going to get.

Maria stepped out after her, wide-eyed and smiling. This was perfect.

"Maria, this is...probably the seediest part of town you could have found. It's like you want to get killed or something."

"If that happens, it happens." Maria said, slamming the door close and tapping the roof of the car. Joe drove the car off, leaving the two of them on their own.

"You really don't give a shit, do you?"

"I thought I'd made that perfectly clear. Come on, Grace, you've been paying attention, you're a smart egg. Now listen, you're going hide in a corner somewhere. Not...literally hide, you'll look out of place if anyone finds you that way and no amount of baggy clothing will save you from these creeps. I've heard some bad stories...I can't wait!"

Maria's heels clicked against the dirty cement floor, excitedly walking to the entrance.

"I hope she knows wha-..." She stopped herself before she finished that thought. This was Maria Sanchez. She had to know what she was doing...right?

Grace found herself a lonely corner of the bar. It looked more like she was waiting for someone else. Her baggy jeans and jacket hid her figure nicely. Normally, this wouldn't work, since she was still a woman and this dingy, dark, noisy bar was filled with the most **** of creeps.

But she could tell. All eyes were on the dark haired latina that just took a seat at the bar. Luckily, she was within sight. Grace took her camera and placed it on a nearby counter. No one was paying attention to her, so no one would notice they were being filmed.

It didn't take more than 15 minutes for some creep, a much older man who had no business talking to someone as hot at Maria, sat next to her. Maria seemed to respond, and even though it was too loud, Grace could tell that Maria was rejecting him. Odd...Grace figured Maria wouldn't have any standards. The bum she had living at her place was certainly not a looker. Maybe Maria had limits; old men?

Grace kept watching Maria deflect the man's advances, dissuading the other creeps from trying to make a move. The older man then flagged down the bartender. It looked like he was ordering Maria a drink.

A drink...oh no. Grace was about to sprint over to Maria to warn her when she remembered what she told her. No interfering, just film and observe. Maria...wanted this, right? But what if she didn't know what it was. Would she...want to be warned?

Maria still hadn't taken a sip of the drink. Maybe she knows, Grace tries to justify to herself. But Maria's hand moves over to the cup and picks it up. Now Grace had to make a choice.

...She shook her head. This bitch knew what she was getting herself into. Maria wanted this. She made it clear several times. Well, if this was what she wanted, Grace wasn't about to stop this bit of karma from coming.

Maria leaned in, seemingly unaware of what was about to happen. At the last second, she suddenly downed the drink. A heavy drinker, another thing to add to Maria's obituary after tonight. Sure enough, Maria started to look dizzy, her head swaying back and forth as if she went from sober to plastered in 2 seconds. The creep who had bought her the drink had a very evil look on her face. Maria was not aware of herself at all, and at some point, she lost consciousness.

"Holy..." Grace was worried. She was still a person. A fellow woman. She needed to help...Until she remembered Maria's continuous insistence that this was what she wanted. She loved losing control...there wasn't much worse than being ****.

The old man grabbed Maria from behind, his hands pressing against her mounds so he could pull her nearly limp body over to the pool table. All the men around them didn't seem to mind what was clearly about to happen. Her body was dropped on one of the pool tables, her legs spread open, her cocktail dress pulled up. It was a very classic scene, with Maria groaning and trying to get ahold of herself the whole time. The old man positioned himself in front of her, pulling the crotch of her panties aside and sliding his cock into her.

Maria moaned, her body responding to the invader but still not able to regain her consciousness. The old man didn't go easy on her, going to instantly pound into her pussy. Grace made sure to angle and zoom on her camera from the counter it was on. At the very least she was proud of her camera work, though she never thought she'd be filming anything this pornographic.

Maria's tan body was being pounded for what seemed like hours until the old man finally finished. He moved out of the way, only for another man to get up next to the table and mount her. It was just then that she started coming to. She was extremely groggy, her eyes darting back and forth as she tried to scan the room. Just as she realized what was going on, some of the other men grabbed her wrists, pinning her down. Yet another one covered her mouth with his hand. Grace flinched as she heard a muffled scream.

Maria's body was being thrusted into again, her arms flailing as much as the men would allow, her muffled screams kept going. It went this way, men keeping her down and switching as they finished, for what seemed like another two hours. At some point, Maria's struggling lessened. Maybe she gave up? Maybe she finally learned that she shouldn't have done any of this at all. Her violent **** was on camera for anyone to see. This was too much...was it ever going to end?