Ruby gets on her knees

Ruby’s heart raced as she stood frozen in place, Jimmy’s smug grin taunting her with every passing second. She considered her options—she could end this right now, with one swift kick that would drop him like a sack of bricks. She could walk out of the restroom with her head held high, leave him humiliated and nursing the pain of her rejection. The thought was tempting, and the idea of putting him in his place brought a flicker of satisfaction.

But another part of her, the part that had led her down this path, hesitated. The tension in the air, the raw, unfiltered nature of the situation, held her in its grip. Against her better judgment, Ruby felt herself moving, slowly and deliberately. She lowered herself to her knees, the cold tile pressing against her skin through the fabric of her skirt, her body trembling as she came face-to-face with Jimmy’s expectation.

Jimmy smirked down at her, his satisfaction evident as he unzipped his pants with deliberate slowness, pulling his genitals free. Ruby’s breath caught as they were suddenly inches from her face, so close that she could feel his presence, his heat. She stared at him—at it—for a moment, her thoughts spinning out of control.

He doesn’t deserve this, she thought, anger and disgust churning alongside the inexplicable arousal that still lingered. He doesn’t deserve anything from me. Her gaze remained fixed, the intrusive thoughts returning with a vengeance. She hated how her body reacted, the way her pulse quickened and her cheeks flushed, despite the overwhelming sense of wrongness.

Ruby’s mind raced as she reflected on the audacity of it all—Jimmy’s arrogance, his entitlement, the way he seemed to think this moment was his by right. He wasn’t just undeserving of her attention; he was undeserving of any pleasure at all. Yet here she was, kneeling before him, her proximity to him an undeniable reality. She stared at his genitals, her thoughts split between indignation and the strange, forbidden allure of the moment she’d allowed to unfold.

Her breaths were shallow as she struggled to process what she was doing, what she was feeling. Every instinct screamed at her to stop, to get up and leave, but she remained rooted in place, her hands clenched at her sides as the tension mounted.

Ruby’s gaze remained fixed on Jimmy’s penis, so close she could feel its presence looming in her mind. It was as if the world had shrunk to this singular, absurd moment, and she couldn’t stop the cascade of thoughts overtaking her. This. This is what I’m here for? This thing? The incredulity hit her hard, but her eyes stayed locked, scrutinizing every detail with a mix of indignation and disbelief.

It’s undeserving, she thought bitterly, her jaw tightening. His penis is undeserving. Her thoughts honed in, dissecting the sheer audacity of the situation. This is the same penis he wanted to **** on Tiffany. The same one he pressed against me on the dance floor. The same one he thought could make me forget Ethan. And now he thinks he can make me kneel here and worship it?

The idea was almost laughable if it weren’t so maddening. Ruby’s mind raced as she reflected on every moment that led to this. This thing doesn’t deserve my attention. It doesn’t deserve to be pleased. Not after everything it’s done—or tried to do.

Her anger flared as the memories rushed back: the way Jimmy had disrespected Ethan, the way his entitled attitude had ruined what could’ve been a normal night, and how he’d used this same organ to assert power and control. And now, he thinks it’s worthy of me? Of my touch? Of my mouth? The thought made her stomach twist, the indignation bubbling to the surface with an almost volcanic ****.

And yet, beneath the fiery disdain, Ruby felt something else—something she didn’t want to admit. There was a fluttering deep in her stomach, a heat that defied her anger. It wasn’t about him, and it certainly wasn’t about the man behind it. It was about the intensity of the moment, the forbidden thrill of being here, of indulging in the taboo. The juxtaposition of her outrage and her arousal created a whirlwind she struggled to navigate.

Her thoughts returned to the penis before her, the physical manifestation of everything Jimmy was. This shouldn’t excite me, she thought, her cheeks burning as her pulse quickened despite herself. It’s wrong. It doesn’t deserve my attention. It doesn’t deserve anything from me. And yet…

The butterflies danced again, teasing her, pulling her back into the undeniable reality of her own desires. Her hands clenched at her sides, her breath shallow as the two conflicting forces warred within her. Indignation swelled as she tried to focus on the ugliness of it all—on how undeserving his penis was of any pleasure, any acknowledgment, any sense of satisfaction.

But why can’t I stop thinking about it? Why am I still here? The heat in her stomach grew, betraying her better judgment and pushing her closer to a decision she didn’t want to face. Ruby’s mind spun as the weight of the moment bore down on her, her indignation and curiosity locked in a battle that refused to end.