You stay with her

You sigh. No matter how much you may want to, you know just can't leave Alice by herself right now. Luckily for you, you can see she getting up. You move to help her but a very light kick to your leg stops you. She would get onto her own two feet without your help or not at all. So you wait patiently and pulls your pants and trousers back on as she slowly half-stumbles into the seat previously occupied by John. Seated, she stares down at the table and carefully wipes the assorted fluids from her flushed face and drying her hands on her trousers. Silent except for the occasional sniffle.

You sit there watching her for a couple of minutes but breaching the silence. "Alice..." but she interrupts you. "I'm sorry". She pauses before continuing "I'm sorry for saying...what I said earlier". Despite speaking to you, she still continues to stare downwards at the table. "It's alright.." but she interrupts you by slamming her fists into the table "It's not alright!" she sobs out. "It's not alright" she repeats herself quietly. You reach out with one hand to hold one of hers. You give a gentle and reassuring squeeze. One that you receive in turn. She turns to you for the first since before this conversation started and smiles at you. Her eyes are pink from tears.

"I still can't believe it" she averts her gaze from you. "He used me. Shoved it straight in. No warning. No kindness. No respect at all. Like I wasn't even a human being but his own personal onahole" She hesitates. "And I liked it" she lets out between gritted teeth. You shift your legs to relieve the slowly building pressure in your pants but otherwise you do not interrupt her. She needs to get this off her chest. "I liked it so much" She turns to you once more. "What is wrong with me?" she asks before quickly averting her gaze again. Before you can articulate an answer, she continues speaking "When I was on my knees with his cock in my throat, all I kept thinking was how good it felt. How right it felt to be on my knees. To suck on his cock. To worship him like a god. He was a man and I was his conquest and that's how it should be". She pauses and you release the breath you just realize you have been holding. "I could barely breathe with that massive thing in my throat but it was alright because he smiled at me and patted my head. Like a dog!"

She turns her gaze to meet yours. There are tears in her eyes. "I have never felt pathetic and humiliated in my entire fucking life! And you know what the worse part is?". You shake your head. "That I came. I fucking came when he came down my throat. Even thinking about it right now is making me so fucking wet!". She slams the table with her free hand in frustration. "I'm afraid of what will happen if he wins. That...I will...he will..." she trails off and turns away from you, unable to meet your gaze for any longer. She pulls her hand away from yours and rests them on the table. You try to reach out for her hand again but she ignores you. Instead, she seems to focusing on breathing, maybe hoping that will relieve the pressure in some way. You kinda wish you could do that instead of dealing with your boner right now. A thought occurs to you that maybe you could ask her to help. Maybe even get a bit of relief herself. Or maybe, a dark side of you suggests, order her to do it. She would probably enjoy it and she'd be much better off your slut than John's.