Taking a deep breath, you walk out into the room.

You take a deep breath, and push open the door of the closet, stepping out into the room. “Leave her alone, and get the hell out of here. It’s not just the parties, **** girls like Ellen, its the ****.” you say hoping that your wild shoy in the dark might score a bull’s eye.

“And there’s lots of **** floating around isn’t there, and not just for parties?” Rick hurriedly slips his cock back in his pants, and zips them up as he steps back from Ellen, who moves down toward the end of the bed closest to you.

“Who the hell are you?”

“It doesn’t matter who I am, I know about the ****. And if you and your friends don’t leave Ellen alone, and give her back every single solitary picture, video and image of her out there even smiling, I’ll see to it that the information get to the press and ruins any dreams any of you might have had about going pro.”

Rick’s eyes narrow to slits, and you brace yourself for a punch. But instead, Rick stands silently, looking back and forth between you and Ellen.

“Why the hell you so worried about this little slut?” Rick says as he slowly backs towards the door.

That’s my business. Now, will I be calling the papers, or will you be leaving her alone and giving her what she wants?”

A smug smile crosses Rick’s face, and his body takes on a non threatening posture. “Sure, everyone will leave her alone, except her roommate. They’ll still be lickin’ each others pussies all the time.”

“If you think I’m kidding, you’ll loose. I have all the evidence with an attorny, and if I call them, or I die, the stuff goes to the press. Understand?” The smile vanishes from Rick’s face, replaced by a very hostile frown.

“Yeah, alright. It will take awhile to get everything back to her, she was such a horny, little cumslut.” Rick sneers. Ellen buries her face in her pillow.

“Everything here, Sunday morning. No exceptions.” you say trying to sound as firm as possible.

“Yeah, fine. Here on Sunday morning.” Turning Rick opens the door, and walks out of the room. Ellen sobs quietly on her bed, as you sit next to her, stroking her silky, blonde hair.