Troy finishes and starts mapping out his day.

Week 1, Monday, 11:55am

Troy grunts and slams his dick deeply in Carrie's pussy, holding it there for about thirty seconds as he drains himself deep inside of her.

Despite the evidence that shook and moaned right in front of him, Troy remarks silently to himself that he's never actually hurt a woman before. He's always taken pride in showing his dates and partners a great time. He may not always call them back but he'd like to think that they have all left his house with good memories.

This slut is different. He didn't ask for her. He didn't chase after her. She came to him. Troy looks down at her sweat-covered back and watches her pant and moan for a moment. The sport here isn't her pleasure.

It's strange. He just gave her what were, probably, several orgasms each of which were among the best she'd ever had in her life. He just doesn't care. He's not sure how he feels about that. He hadn't really thought about hitting her or abusing her body ahead of time; he just did what came natural in the moment.

He's okay with that second realization. He enjoyed himself.

Well, whatever. He's going to have to take a day or two off of work to handle all of this. He hasn't prepared for it; he had expected to fuck her tonight after work and kick her out. But plans aren't always set in stone and good men roll with the changes.

Troy grabs the whore's thighs and pushes them together. He stands up, pulling himself out of her and watching carefully. Body fluid does leak out of her, but it runs down her thighs and stops before landing on the couch or the floor. Good.

"Get up. Don't drip on the floor."

Carrie is exhausted. Her sex still tingles and as Troy stood up, his still-firm dick had touched a very sensitive spot inside of her and she shivered involuntarily.

*SLAP*

"Come on! I've got things to do."

Carrie awkwardly jams her hand between her closed legs and cups it over her slit before planting her feet on the floor and standing up. She quickly hisses and cups her other hand under her first as it became very clear that the first one would overflow.

Troy looks her up and down for a moment and seems to come to a decision.

"Follow me."

He pulls his shirt on over his head and grabs his shorts before striding out of the room. Carrie follows, duckwalking with her hands between her legs, careful not to bump into the doorframe. Troy is already at the head of the stairs holding her bikini bottoms.

That's going to be awkward to manage. Carrie doesn't know how she'll keep the carpet clean AND get the bikini on before going down the stairs.

Troy sees her come out of the room and starts down the stairs. Carrie watches him bend over to pick up her top as he descends to the first floor.

Oh, this is going to be VERY awkward.

Carrie waddles over to the top of the stairs and looks down. She can't see Troy, so she starts carefully navigating the stairs, making certain that any leaking fluid stays on her legs or in her hands. It takes her several minutes to make it down the hallway and to the bottom of the stairs. When she's there she turns her head from side to side and sees Troy standing at the end of the side hallway that houses the guest suite. Now he also has her street clothes in his hand. The pajamas he'd bought yesterday and the bikini are draped over his shoulder and he has his phone in his other hand. Apparently he'd been filming her navigating the stairs.

Carrie just doesn't have the energy to think about that now. She struggles down the hallway to Troy and stops in front of him. He drops her street clothes in front of her.

"Take care of that mess and soak it up with these. Be careful." He still has his phone out, pointing the camera at her.

Carrie does as she's told. She gently kicks her tank top out of the way and steps over her jean shorts. She tips one of her hands over the shorts, spilling a portion of his semen and her juices onto the fabric. She wipes her hand on her thigh, spreading the semen across her thigh and her ass to make sure it doesn't drip too far down her leg. She's already pressed her legs together again to keep the rivulets of cum on her thighs and legs from making it past her feet onto the carpet.

She looks at her shorts and considers her situation. She's VERY afraid of spilling semen on the floor; the jeans aren't very absorbent and she can already see the pool of body fluid making its way to the edges of the fabric. Her tank top was thin; she couldn't dump his cum on it without it immediately soaking through.

Troy sighs. "Come on, whore, let's get going."

Carrie glares at him. Troy doesn't seem to be taking any sexual pleasure from this; he actually seems annoyed at her hesitation.

Carrie shuffles forward so she can squat over her shorts. In quick succession, she raises her remaining cupped hand to her mouth, slurps all of the juices down her throat, swallows, licks her palm, and grabs her tank top before she stands up. She hears several gentle *plop* sounds as she squats and looks down to see more small puddles on her shorts and a long string of semen hanging from her pussy lips.

She folds her tank top in half, gathers the string of cum in it, wipes down her thighs and legs, and holds it against her slit again as she squats to deal with her shorts. She grumbles, cups her hand under herself again, uses the tank top to soak up the puddles on her shorts, then presses it against her slit again before sucking the remaining cum off of her cupped hand before grabbing the shorts and holding them against her abdomen when she stands up.

Troy has already started walking down the hallway. Carrie follows awkwardly trying to manage her soaked clothing and still-leaking slit. She feels sticky and gross. This doesn't feel very sexy at this exact moment.

Troy walks to the end of the hallway and then opens a door to his left. Carrie hesitates for a second as she passes a familiar door.

"Isn't this the bath-"

"Outside. Now."

"Okay, but I can't put the tank top on without-"

"Don't worry about that. Outside."

Carrie bows her head and nods. The humiliation isn't over, it seems.

She steps through the door and into a utility/mud room. Troy walks through behind her, reaches around her, and opens a door leading outside.

"Toss the clothes into the can there."

Carrie turns her head and sees a garbage can to her right. She throws her shorts in first, then steps over the threshold of the door before reaching back inside to throw her tank top in as well. Troy pushes her out by her back and she quickly steps out into the sunshine.