She's Rescued... Eventually

"Excuse me!" I call the bouncer over, and he takes a few steps closer, giving me a bored look. I can tell it's just an act. God, how hot would it be for a girl like me to wrap my lips around his cock? I bet that kind of thing doesn't happen to him every day.

"What? You want back inside already?" he asks gruffly. I can already imagine what I'll look like on my knees, swallowing his cum. I shake my head, then nod, then shake it again. A group of girls just passed by, and I momentarily reconsidering the idea.

I lean in close, lowering my voice seductively. "Let's go somewhere a little more private, and I'll show you what I want." We both gasp as I hear myself say that. I'm so forward! Such a nasty slut! I need to be punished, hard! I squeak in surprise as he grabs me by the arm and pulls me roughly toward the alley behind the club. Fuck yes! I'm moaning now like a whore in heat. I want him to bend me over and spank me. Why am I being such a slut? I'm disgusted with myself, but at the same time, I want him to have me even more. Sluts like me deserve to be fucked and abused! I deserve everything he's gonna do to me.

He throws me against the wall, and I laugh, loving his rough treatment. Then I frown. I shouldn't be enjoying it! The guy deserves to have fun, and it sure will be more fun if I struggle a little. He pulls out his cock, and I squeal, struggling half-heartedly as he pushes me down to my knees.

"Wait! Stop!" I beg him as his cockhead prods against my lips. I actually want him to use me, but I play my part convincingly, looking up at him pleadingly.

"Too late for that, bitch." He replies with a cruel laugh and shoves his cock past my parted lips. I moan in delight. This is so perfect! He grips me by the hair and starts brutally fucking my face. My tongue plays with his veiny shaft as I drool all over it and onto my big tits. He's groaning and grunting as he face fucks me. Fuck I'm a good whore!

I'm suddenly pulled backward and away from the bouncer. He curses as I hit the ground. "Get the fuck away from her!" Screams someone, and I see Becca stepping between us, facing the bouncer defiantly. That piece of shit growls and takes a step closer, but the bitch doesn't even flinch. I just stare, incapable of deciding who I should be rooting for. I want Becca to kick his ass, but at the same time, I'm hoping he'll beat the crap out of her and take me home with him! It's strange wanting to be both protected and abused at the same time.

Becca, that stupid bitch, retrieves a pepper spray from her bag and aims it threateningly at the disgusting bouncer. He takes a step back and raises his arms. "Come on now bitch," he says, laughing nervously, "put that thing away. We're just having some fun. She asked for it!"

"Just fuck off!" Becca replies, and the bouncer hesitates for a few seconds, then turns and walks back toward the entrance, grumbling under his breath. Becca offers me a hand, and I take it gratefully, standing back up.

"Holy shit!" I exclaim, fear catching up with me. "Thank God you were here! He almost **** me!"

Becca is staring at me sternly. "Why the fuck didn't you stay inside the apartment like I told you?"

I'm so ashamed, but I really need to explain myself to her. She saved my ass. I look away as I talk, feeling humiliated. "I'm sorry! When I'm not around someone, I just freeze up. My mind turns blank, and I'm left just standing around like an idiot!" It's so scary how helpless I am! "And when someone gets close enough, I just start acting the way they want."

Becca shakes her head, and I cringe. But it is no place to cringe! We should get me home fast!

"Let's get the hell out of here and go back home," she says.

The ride back is spent in silence, and I do my best not to start acting out any of Becca's repressed desires. She doesn't want me to do anything weird, so I don't want to either. Being with someone who knows what I'm going through allows me to really think about it clearly. With everyone else, I barely seem to recognize my situation. It isn't that I don't know it, but just that since they are unaware of my affliction, I seem to lose the ability to fully grasp it either or instead care about it.

"I tried to find Sam," Becca says as we cross the street and head toward our building, "but no one knows where he is." She opens the main entrance door, and I step in silently, pondering the subject. Hours have passed since he left with the diamond, and he had plenty of time to curse anyone he pleased. Is he using it right now, corrupting some other innocent girl? "I bet he's using the diamond to influence some poor chick," Becca continues as we go up the stairs.

"Should we call the police?" I ask uncertainly. That feels like a drastic measure, and I don't even know how to explain the situation to them. I'm suddenly annoyed with myself.

"Are you even capable of saying something that doesn't come out of my own head?" Becca stops and glares at me. Good question, I think angrily.

"I don't know..." I admit as we resume climbing the stairs. "*People's thoughts feel like my own..." That's scary! "It's confusing..."

If someone happened to hear our conversation, they would probably think we're crazy, talking about a curse and me acting on everyone's desires. Though if they were a bit open-minded, they probably could get a bit closer and make me do something, just to see if it's true. I cough three times. Holy shit! It's true! Well... I know it's true, I think, confused. I guess someone really is listening. I would look around, but I don't want to do anything to attract attention toward them, so I abstain from it.

"Great..." Becca opens the door to our floor, and we continue the short path to our apartment. I can hear faint steps behind us but decide not to pay attention to it. I know I should tell Becca about it, but since she hasn't noticed anything wrong, I don't have any incentive to do so. Besides, I don't want to pass on an opportunity to be stolen by a stranger in order to be turned into his sex ****. You'd have to be crazy not to jump at the chance, right? I feel exhausted. We pass in front of Mrs. Wilson's place, and I feel compelled to say hello. The poor old lady is always so lonely. I'm sure she'd appreciate some company. I move to knock on her door when Becca stops me and pulls me toward our own place. I really am helpless, aren't I? "What are you doing?"

"Sorry! I think I got a little too close to Mrs. Wilson and picked up on her loneliness," I apologize, and we quickly unlock the apartment door and get inside. Becca closes the door behind me. I'm glad to be finally home, where no one can influence my behavior against my will. Well...

"Don't worry," I answer Becca's thoughts, feeling a bit disturbed. "You can't leave me alone, and I'd rather be acting out your desires than anyone else's..." I groan and shake my head. Of course, I'm saying that because I feel she wants me to say that! Fuck!

"You look awful," Becca observes, and she is right. I am a mess!

"I haven't eaten or drank anything for hours..." I confirm, collapsing on the sofa. "I even peed on myself at the club..." Jesus Christ! How pathetic can I get? I've lost any semblance of autonomy. I'm like a baby! I can't even take care of my most basic needs! I stand up and head to the kitchen, and Becca follows me with a worried look on her face. "I need to eat something..." I start rummaging through the fridge.