Some Stuck-Up Bitch

Earlier in 2019:

Fuck, Amy thought, as she was being **** on the pavement in a dirty alley. This sucks. Still, if it's what the dork needs.

That morning, Amy had been gossiping with her friends at school, mainly about the crazy week that had befallen them after John Doe, of all people, wound up being an EDP. Most of her friends were attending naked now, something she didn't have to worry about due to an excused absence that day, and thankfully John had been roaming around town and even movie studios fucking more important people than at the mundane Los Angeles Creative Arts High School. She would be graduating soon enough and then off to summer in a boarding school and whatever prestigious college Daddy had planned. Little did she know, her plans were to be ripped to shreds and fucked into oblivion.

The gossip was cut short when three naked women grabbed her and tossed her into a black van. She recognized Ji-Yoo Park immediately, but was unfamiliar with the other two, or the driver, but all seemed about the same age. Her friends just waved, recognizing that this was another absurdity that John Doe probably needed.

"Ow", said Amy as Janice smacked her.

"Shut up, bitch!" she yelled out at the woman who had once tormented her in middle school, but Amy didn't even recognize who Janice was. This stung a little.

"Ji," Amy said succinctly, ignoring the minor **** from the plump teen, "I suppose John finally remembered me." Amy frowned, having hoped he forgot about her. John had asked her out a long time ago, and she responded with laughter and a social media campaign against the 'loser' that probably tanked his growing social life at the time. She barely remembered it (having done it a few time since), but suspected that it haunted him to this day. Her heart sank going over the details, not sure she would survive whatever he had in store.

But what he had in store was pretty tame. He punched, kicked, scratched her. All **** she had received at the hands of Janice and John's sister Cindy. He gave her a second black eye to go with the first. No big whoop. And then the ****. Oh, the ****.

It was a dirty alley in the middle of the city. Probably some broken glass on the ground, because something was poking into her badly as he pushed in. Amy was definitely no virgin, so there was no issue there, but the **** hadn't done much for her pleasure, so she was dry as a bone as he stuck his bone inside. This still sucks, she continued to think, as he pumped in and out.

As he was 'finishing up,' she surmised, looking at his goofy face in the shadows, a supply truck came careening into the narrow alleyway. "Fuck," yelled John, as he jumped up in surprise. But the truck missed them both, due to John changing his mind at last second on where to fuck Amy. He fucked her closer to the building under the light, so he could see her face as he **** her.

The near-**** shocked John as he stood up, and his erect penis began to wilt. "Let me help!" shouted Amy, as she knelt before him and began sucking.

"No!" yelled John, who roughly picked up the naked redhead by her hair and grasped her throat. She was **** as he looked into her face. His face fell in disgust. What the fuck was he doing?

"Go home, Amy," John said, abandoning some crazy plan about selling her to the Chinese slavers that were rumored to be in the area. That wasn't him. Amy coughed up a little blood, gave John a side-eye, and began limping down to the street. John, found the nearby van he had acquired, and fished through Amy's purse, grabbing her cell phone and dialing 911.

"911. What is the emergency?"

"Yeah it's me again. I just **** a woman in Chinatown, near the corner of College and Spring. She's naked and looks hurt. I don't want anyone bad to snatch her. You might want to send a unit to pick her up."

"Understood. Have a good evening, John."

He turned the otherwise locked phone off and tossed it roughly down the alley, in the direction of where Amy went. He nodded at his driver, Cindy, who nodded at her passenger, Ashley, who slid out of her seat and helped John into the back, where they fucked as the van went down Broadway and eventually home.

Before the premiere:

Fuck, Amy thought, as she was being **** in her father's office. This sucks.

Her father had a habit of using her, over the last year or so, to help reel in EDPs and keep them out of Los Angeles, as he was paid by the movie studios to do. She lost her virginity to one, and he was upset about it at the time. Assuming she had not been a virgin before she agreed to fuck the EDP from Iowa who came over to fuck some singer.

But now he was fucking her himself all the time. Why? He had plenty of whores and even some actresses provided by Fox Studios and the like, but it wasn't enough for him. "I have to think like them," he said, before going off on his latest incestuous conquest.

He came, first and fast, as he always did, and sat up in annoyment. Amy, several months pregnant now, struggled to get up, but received no help.

"Is that all, daddy?" she said, monotonously.

"One more thing," he said, almost under his breath, as she watched his old, fat ass walk to his desk and pick up an envelope.

"I don't know why the fuck he wants you there, but John Doe just invited you to the premiere of Avengers: Endgame."

Amy furrowed her brow. "I thought you said there was an agreement?"

"There was. He's breaking it. I think he expected me to, but I don't go back on my word. And I promised him there would be consequences if he fucked you again. Are you going to go with him?"

Amy wasn't sure how to respond but truthfully. "I-if he wants me there so he can fuck me... how can I not go? I mean, he needs to fuck me, it seems."

Charles Reeves grunted in annoyance. "Right, right," he said as he picked up his white briefs. His own fucking daughter wasn't smart enough to see what was going on. "I promised him consequences. Get ready for some consequences."

Amy waddled to the door, ignoring her state of nudity, before Charles stopped her. "Probably best to put this back on," he said, handing her her torn dress. "We don't want rumors among the staff."

Amy rolled her eyes. Like half the staff hadn't been **** by Charles as well.