A familiar destination

The entire cab ride her phone is blowing up with text messages in response to her little photoshoot. Emily scrolls through them all, her heart racing in anticipation as she nears her destination.

Damn bitch, that body looking tight as fuck.
I'm finna tear that ass up when you get here.
You know that body built for BBC.
Hoe was probs dripping through her panties taking those pics.

Emily bites her lip as she reads through all the responses from the various men in the group chat. She knows each of them to be true.

"Here we are ma'am." The cab driver says as he pulls over.

Emily opens her purse and reaches inside, digging through a pile of condoms, pregnancy tests and plan B pills to grab her cash. She notices her driver raise his eyebrows as she hands him the money, seemingly having spotted the contents of her purse. Emily blushes, quickly exiting the cab so as not to have to answer any follow up questions.

She finds herself in a familiar quiet alleyway, with no one else in sight. A series of garage doors lines the alley, most of which are covered in graffiti. She makes her way to the one that marks her destination, approaching a doorbell and pushing the button. It rings for a short while before a voice finally answers.

"Well boys, it looks like our entertainment for the evening has arrived." A man says with a chuckle through the intercom.

"Very funny, would you let me in now please. It's freezing out here." Emily replies through the speaker.

"Sorry hoe, but we can't let you in here looking like that. We got a strict dress code if you wanna join this party." The voice answers through the speaker.

"Come on guys, you already know what I'm wearing underneath here. What if someone sees me?" She answers nervously.

"Rules are rules." Is all the man responds with.

"Ugh, fine." Emily concedes.

She undoes the buttons to her coat and drops it to the pavement, now wearing nothing but her leather harness and black heels. She's never felt so exposed, the cool night air making her exposed nipples rock hard. Her eyes dart to either side of her, desperately hoping the alley is still empty.

"Come on, hurry up and let me in." She says, biting her lip nervously.

*BZZZZ*

The buzzer finally sounds before the garage door begins opening. It feels painfully slow as Emily waits for it to open enough for her to slip underneath. Whilst she waits, she swiftly picks up her coat and puts it back on, this time without bothering with the buttons. The moment the roller door is high enough, she ducks underneath and steps inside.

She's greeted by a familiar garage, and not just from the past few weeks that she had been visiting on her 'girls' nights'. This was the very same garage where she and Val had been gangbanged for hours on end in order to pay for their tattoos.

Not long after she had moved in with her new boyfriend, she found herself back there. At first, she had told herself she was going back to find out how she could get her tattoo removed, finding it increasingly difficult to hide it from her boyfriend, having resorted to regularly wearing some form of lingerie to cover it during intercourse. However, the owner immediately recognised her and before she knew it, she was getting fucked from behind in one of the tattoo rooms. A momentary temptation coupled with excessive horniness from not being able to masturbate anywhere near as often as she would have liked and she had properly cheated on her boyfriend for the first time.

From there it was a quick descent into depravity. The boss had managed to convince her to give him her phone number, at which point he added her to a group chat with all of his buddies. A few dick pics later and Emily couldn't help but get a cab back to this seedy side of town to be their personal whore for another poker night, making up the cover story of a girls' night for her unwitting boyfriend. Little did he know that every weekend she had been letting a group of about a dozen black men run a train on her for hours on end.