"Tell him the truth"

You nod at Meredith who is still hesitant and repeat yourself. "I mean it. Tell him the truth. Tell him that you're a **** fuck pig. That you made me bring you here because you needed cock in you."

Meredith's eyes gloss over and gleam, as if you just brought her reality into focus. She is **** for cock. She is a fuck pig. You see a look of despair and of excitement wash over her face as she turns back to Mac. "I am a **** fuck pig." She says with growing pride.

Mac's hand meets her cheek again, this time a little harder than before. "And you want my special cock, don't you?"

"Yes." Meredith responds.

"Your holes were made for my cock." Mac barks. Another slap.

"Yes."

"And you'll take whatever will get you my cock in your holes won't you." Mac grabs a hold of Meredith's see-through dress and tears it down the middle. It flops off her, now just a useless piece of fabric.

You can see Meredith's flesh pucker with goosebumps. Her nipples get rock hard. "Yes."

This time he slaps her bare tits, hard. "Are you gonna enjoy this, fuck pig?"

Meredith takes a deep breath. She must be in serious pain. "It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't?" Mac smirks

"Only your pleasure matters." Meredith's teeth almost chatter with anticipation. "I'm just here to be your fuck pig."

You shake your head, thinking of the girl who you met months ago. The one who said, "Whatever you're trying to accomplish by bringing me here, it will never, ever work on me."

Then you're brought back to the moment by the unexpected sound of a woman's voice. A woman who is not Meredith. "I'm surprised you brought her here." The voice says. You turn toward it, toward the back of the bar.

You hadn't noticed her before, the bartender. A pretty Hispanic woman, late 30's, early 40's maybe. Long dark curly hair, blazing eyes, khaki colored skin. "What would make you bring your girl here, and give her to Mac of all people?"