She does, thanks to Grace

The bar was starting to get empty. Not as many men were willing to stay there until the wee hours of the morning. The ones who wanted to were already busy **** Maria. Her body was completely sore, her struggling limited to whimpers, her eyes full of...fear. Something Grace thought she'd never see. The last man finally had his turn, cumming inside the dirty latina before pulling out.

Then he pulled out a knife.

"This bitch is good. She'll make a damn fine bitch to take along with us when we get back on the road."

Shit. Bikers or something, Grace thought. She had to do something about this.

"That's enough!" She yelled out, grabbing her camera and stepping over to the pool tables.

"Or what, bitch!?" The old man who started the whole thing demanded.

"Or I'll fucking go to the police! I filmed the whole damn thing, I have you all on tape!"

"If you were going to call the police, you'd have done so already." The old man approached Grace. "You don't have a phone on you, do you? We'll just destroy the camera...after we take care of you like we did this fucking Mexican whore..."

"Yeah, I don't have my phone...cause I have this." Grace reached into her belt and pulled out a pistol.

Suddenly, every man backed off, even the ones all over Maria, letting her rest on the pool table.

"That's right, assholes. You had your sick fun, now let's just all drop it and walk away. She comes with me, all right?"

Every man looked at each other. They could probably take her on. She'd only be able to shoot one of them before she was overwhelmed by everyone else. But no one wanted to be the one to get shot. Not to mention, once they left, Grace would easily be able to upload the film and expose all of them. There was no way out except to just walk away.

Grace cleared the bar.

She looked over at the pool table where Maria's dignity, if she had any. She was breathing heavily, only now finally coming back to the mortal plane.

"Grace...Grace, is that you?..." Maria was able to mutter.

Grace put her gun away and helped Maria to her feet. Her cocktail dress had been completely ripped off, as well as her underwear, leaving her as naked as she was when Grace met her.

"I'm here, Maria. Fuck, I'm sorry, I can't believe I let you do that...I should have warned you that drink was ****..."

"It's...ha...It's okay...I knew...."

"What!?" Grace nearly dropped her. Maria stumbled to her feet a bit before Grace helped her back up. "You knew?!"

"I may be a whore, but I'm not stupid, honey...Of course I knew...I wanted it. I knew exactly what would happen. I was just hoping I'd wake up before I missed all the fun."

"Holy shit, Maria, you can't...I can't believe...Let's go outside to the alleyway..."

"Good idea...Joe will be here soon to pick us up, he'll assume I'm dead or kidnapped if I'm not here..."

Maria sat on the side of the wall, regaining her strength while Grace kept watch.

"Come on, you crazy bitch, at least take my sweater and cover yourself." She pleaded once again.

"Nah, I'm fine. I'm just...trying to remember every detail that happened, it was...thrilling..."

"You fucking knew it was ****. You looked right at it, and you just...did it anyway. You're fucking insane."

"Well, what do you care? You're just in it for the money, right? Don't tell me you're starting to care about my safety. I was afraid you were actually going to jump in and stop me."

"I should have! Those men **** you!"

Maria waved a hand at her, dismissing her statement. "You keep saying that like it's a bad thing. I wanted this, remember?"

"They were gonna take you! Fucking bikers would have just kidnapped you and taken you on the road, you'd have been passed around for the rest of your life!"

"Fuck, Grace, stop turning me on!" Maria's hand darted to her crotch, moaning at the idea. "That would be so hot..."

"Fucking...you would have wanted that?!"

"A part of me does." Maria said, her voice lowering a bit and the motion of her finger over her crotch slowing. "A part of me wants it all to end with something like that. And we both know it most likely will."

"You were...screaming...or, trying to scream...like you really didn't want it. You play along with it?"

"A little bit...when I woke up and realized what was going on, I almost forgot the situation I put myself in. The first few seconds were a natural instinct. After that, the small part of me that knows how fucked up this all is, how much I shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't WANT to be doing this...it takes over. It's the only time I ever do let it take over. Makes it all the more real, makes me realize how little control I have over what's going on. Just...even more fun. These guys may not be as harsh with me if they realize how much I want it."

"I could have...could have just left you there..."

"And I wouldn't have blamed you. Not one bit. You were just following my orders...I guess I should be thankful..."

"Yeah...thankful that I need the money." Grace crossed her arms and leaned against the wall next to Maria. "I wouldn't have been paid if you were kidnapped and made a sex ****."

"As much fun as that would have been. So...am I paying you double?"

"You should, for me saving your life...but...no...I need to look out for you. And I have to admit, you're a pretty interesting case study. I think at some point, I can get enough film on you to bring you down, no matter what connections you make in Garden County."

"Still want to take me down? I thought we were past that. But that's fine. I want my camera woman. I'm gonna masturbate like crazy to what you have filmed..."

"Fucking...sick..." Grace looked back out onto the street. She was...disgusted, to be sure. But another part of her (there were lots of 'parts' to people all of a sudden) actually sort of...admired what Maria was doing. There was one thing she did, and like the overacheiving woman she was, she did everything in her power to get it. This was a unique way to fulfill her desires.

Maria stood up. Somehow, even though she was barefoot, she was still towering over Grace. Now fully recovered, she had completely regained her domineering presense. She was in charge again. Maybe she always was.

"Look, the car is rolling up." She said, pointing to the limo as it arrived. "Let's get back home. I hope you didn't have anything to do tomorrow, cause I'm sleeping in. Fuck, the cum is drizzling down my legs now. Gonna need to get someone to clean the seats..."

Now knowing who Maria Sanchez really was, Grace simply laughed.