Come inside

"Hey, you coming in or what?" You nod and follow Tyrone and the guys into the house, feeling a bit intimidated by the rough-looking men around you.

Inside, the house is dimly lit, with a few couches and chairs scattered around the living room. There are empty bottles and cans on the floor, and the air smells of cigarette smoke and cheap liquor. The guys all take seats, with Tyrone introducing you to each of them. You smile and try to be friendly, but you can't help feeling like an outsider in this world that is so different from your own.

As you sit down on a couch, one of the guys comes over and sits next to you. He puts his arm around your shoulder and leans in close to whisper in your ear, "Hey, pretty thing, you look like you could use some company. How about you come sit on my lap?" You blush and shake your head, trying to push him away, but he just chuckles and pulls you onto his lap anyway.

The other guys laugh and make crude jokes as you squirm in his lap, feeling his hard-on pressing against your ass. You try to ignore it and focus on the conversation, but it's hard with him groping your tits and whispering dirty things in your ear.

You feel uncomfortable with the guy's advances, but you don't want to offend him or his friends. You try to ignore his touches and focus on the conversation, but he keeps whispering dirty things in your ear.

"Damn, you're so fucking sexy," he whispers, his breath hot on your neck. "I bet you taste as good as you look."

You squirm in his lap, trying to push him away, but he just tightens his grip on you. "Don't be shy, baby," he continues, "I can show you a good time. You won't regret it."

You shake your head, feeling his hand slide down to your waist. "No, I don't want to," you say, your voice trembling.

But he just laughs and pulls you closer, grinding his hips against your ass. "Come on, girl, don't be like that," he says, his fingers tracing circles on your skin. "I can make you feel so good, you won't even remember your name."

You try to push him away again, but he just holds you tighter. "Relax, baby," he whispers, "I promise I'll be gentle. You'll love it, I swear."

You shake your head, feeling his lips on your neck. "No, I don't want to," you repeat, your voice shaking with fear.

But he just chuckles and starts kissing your neck, his hand sliding down to your thigh. "You'll change your mind soon enough," he says, his fingers slipping under your skirt. "I know you want it."