...you want to be good

Your orgasm buzzes through you, crackling wherever Josiah touched you. You want to get away from this awful crowd, that was certain. But you also want... something else. You want Josiah to smear your juices all over your face. You want him to keep playing with your hungry pussy. You want to do what he says.

You want to be a good girl.

His good girl.

"So what do you say?" You can't see Josiah's face, but you can hear the smug grin in his voice. The absolute certainty of your answer in the tone of his question makes your cheeks flush and your breath quicken.

"...yes."

"Yes sir." He is quick to correct you, his hand still on your breast gently pinching your nipple for emphasis.

"Ah!" You shut your eyes. The crowd grows hushed with anticipation. You take a shallow, shuddering breath. "Yes sir."

The crowd roars, and Josiah waves for them to shut up. "You'll be a good girl and get in my truck?" His hand on your breast is tense like a set trap.

"Yes sir, I'll be a good girl and get in your truck." The crowd roars again, even louder. You open your eyes and take another shaky breath. Saying those words had lit a fire deep inside you, and your body throbbed with heat. You feel like your brain is melting.

"See boys? All it takes is a firm hand to teach em a little respect." Josiah moves his still-wet hand from your chin to the back of your neck and guides you forward on unsteady legs, still idly playing with your breast. You barely remember him opening the door for you and shoving you up into the cab. The door slams shut, abruptly cutting off the sound of the crowd outside. You stare out the windshield in a daze, barely noticing when Josiah gets in the driver's seat next to you.

It's your first good look at him. He's surprisingly good looking, clean shaven with a pressed polo shirt and a tousled mop of sandy blonde hair. He starts the truck and pulls away without waiting for you to buckle in. As you're driven away from the site of your utter defeat you slump over to look out the passenger side window, watching the remaining CHUDs throw a trash can through the clinic doors and pour inside. You barely register the horror of what you're seeing as you feel Josiah's strong hand rest possessively on your thigh.

His confident touch makes your pussy throb and your breath quicken. You don't dare look at him, afraid of what he'll see in your face. "Now let's see if you're actually ready to follow through and play nice." He squeezes your leg. "What's your name, little girl?"

"RC," you say meekly.

He scoffs. "Naw little girl I ain't gonna call you that nonsense. What's your christian name?" He squeezes your leg again, just a little harder this time.

"R-Rose. Rose Charlotte."

He laughs. It's not a hateful, mocking laugh like the other men were doing. It's... belittling. "Such a pretty name for such a thorny little girl. Now let's keep going. Show me how much of a good girl you are by taking off your top. Everything. I want to see those tits."

Your cheeks turn crimson. You were still driving through city streets. There were pedestrians, not to mention other drivers. Anyone could see you. "I...I—"

"You what? You weren't so hesitant to admit what a good girl you were when you were coming all over my hand a minute ago. Were you?" He looks over, obviously expecting an answer.

"N-no." He frowns. "No sir." He smiles again.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it? Now take your top off."

You take a deep breath and pull your already disheveled sweatshirt and tshirt off your body. Your bra is so twisted up it comes right off with them. You put your bundle of clothes in your lap and squeeze your eyes shut, too embarrassed to see if anyone outside is noticing.

"Good girl."

Those words again. Somehow the shame of exposing yourself feels perversely good, because... he told you to.

"Now put your hand in your panties and fingerfuck yourself."

Eyes still closed, you do as you're told. You gasp as your fingers slide easily into your soaked pussy.

"You still owe me a 'yes sir'."

schlick-shlick-shlick "Ah...yes sir..."

He chuckles softly. Dismissively. "Good girl."

He lets this continue for a while until you pull out of the main urban area into less populated suburbs. Your breathing is hot and wet, your mouth gaping open. Your other hand had found its way to your breast and was squeezing at the hard brown pebble of your nipple. You know Josiah is keeping tabs on you out of the corner of his eye, and his smug grin makes you feel so small and worthless and utterly wet.

"Alright little girl. Time to really show how much you appreciate what I did for you." You hear a zipper pull down and a ruffle of fabric. "Take off your pants, get on your hands and knees on the seat, and suck my cock."

The way the words confidently roll off his tongue, like he knows you'll do this and anything else he tells you to, makes you want to melt into your seat. You're still fingerbanging yourself as your eyes lock onto his cock. It's 8 inches of circumcised phallic beauty and your mouth instantly starts to water. You want to be a good girl for that cock.