8
Bree undid the large belt she wore around her V-neck fitted dress as she kicked off her shoes. She reached behind her and unzipped the dress, releasing a sigh of pleasure as she finally stepped out of it. Dressed only in a soft peach lace teddy, she pressed a hand to her stomach, trying to steady her nerves.
She’d closed her practice for two weeks and given Nola paid time off. She’d already put the home she treasured up for sale and moved in with her parents until she found somewhere to rent. Never did she think she would find some safety and solace back at the home and the life she’d fought so desperately to escape.
But the close quarters had replaced her fear of being stalked with the irritation of trying to readjust to her mother’s ways of living.
She needed a fix.
She needed to forget.
She needed someone to help her forget.
Knock knock.
Deon.
Her body instantly reacted to the very thought of him as Bree rushed across their favorite suite and flung the door open wide. Her eyes widened at seeing Carter standing there with a bouquet of red roses in his hand. Bree gasped as she quickly tried to push the door closed.
He pushed back . . . and won.
Bree stumbled back from the force of him pushing the door open wide. She turned and flew to the phone, but again he won the race and snatched it from her grip using one strong arm to push her against the bed as he calmly unplugged the phone and tossed it onto one of the chairs.
Bree scrambled off the bed, her eyes searching the room for a weapon. She saw nothing and turned to the only weapon she knew she had against him. Her smarts.
“Carter, its not too late to stop this,” she said, forcing calm into her voice as she held her hand out to him.
He walked over to the door and closed it, picking up the flowers he’d dropped.
“If you just leave now and swear to leave me alone, I will not call the police,” she told him.
Carter walked over to her and handed her the roses. “Take them,” he said simply, his eyes devoid of emotion as he looked at her thickness in the clinging teddy.
Bree crossed her arms over her breasts.
He flung the roses at her face and Bree cried out as thorns scratched her cheek. He grabbed her arms and forced them back to her sides. “Don’t hide from me,” he said, sounding like he ground the words out from clenched teeth. “I’m not good enough to get all this pussy you giving out?”
Bree tried to break free of his strong hold on her arms. “Carter, don’t,” she begged.
He released one arm to reach down and palm her pussy into his fist.
Bree cried out in pain. “This isn’t right. This is not you. Not the Carter I know. This is wrong, Carter,” she said, trying to draw on his feelings of shame. “You are better than this.”
For a second, his eyes filled with compassion, but then moments later they hardened and he laughed at her bitterly. “Shut the fuck up,” he said, sounding irritated.
He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her down into a chair. Bree straightened her body in the seat and brought her feet up and wrapped her arms around her knees as she eyed him warily.
Carter paced in front of her. “Tell me why I couldn’t get the pussy. You ’round here giving it out like free cheese. I ain’t good enough? Huh? My dick ain’t big enough?” he asked, unzipping his pants to pull it out.
Bree leaned back when he stepped in front of her and thrust his hips forward and slapped her across the cheek with his dick.
“All those men you fucking and you got a nerve to be picky with me?” he said, his voice angry as he reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair to jerk her head forward to smash his dick against her lips. “Huh? A dick is a dick for a ho like you. Ain’t it?”
Bree pressed her lips together as the smell of his crotch assailed her. Thankfully it was a mix of sweat and soap. How long has Carter been watching me? What all does he know about me? What all has he seen?
Bree winced as he gripped her hair so tightly that she thought he would snatch her bald. “Carter, this will get you in a lot of trouble. You don’t want to do this,” she said, looking up at him and trying to connect with some sense of decency inside him.
Knock knock.
Bree’s eyes widened and she felt hope spring to life in her chest. “Help!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Help me!”
Carter grabbed her up and turned her, placing a hand against her mouth, lifting her up with an arm around her neck as he walked over to the door. She fought against his strength, bringing her hands up to claw at his hand as she kicked wildly. Tears of frustration and fear filled her wide eyes.
When he calmly looked out the peephole and then opened the door, her fears turned to confusion as she watched Rev walk into the room and close the door behind himself. He reached out and used one strong grip to tear the front of her teddy from her body.
Bree kicked out as he tried to slip his hand between her thighs. His fingers stroked and probed her pussy as he just laughed and smelled his fingers before sucking the moistness with his lips.
What the fuck? she wondered as Carter released her and roughly pushed her across the room from him.
Bree tried her best to cover her voluminous breasts with her arms as she looked from one man to the other. They looked at each other and laughed. “You two in this together? What kind of sick game are you playing?” she asked, feeling a moment of bravado.
Rev waved his hand at her dismissively. “No sicker than you thinking you better than us when nobody in our group sessions was getting more sex than you, Miss Perfect,” he sneered, with a twist of his lips.
Bree reached behind herself and roughly snatched down a curtain to wrap around her nudity.
Carter stormed across the room and snatched it from her body. “You’re not running this session, Dr. Bailey,” he told her, picking her up around her waist and flinging her onto the made bed.
Bree rushed to correct her body and pull her knees up against her chest as she pressed her body against the headboard attached to the wall. Tears filled her eyes when they both began to undress. For a second, she closed her eyes, wishing herself somewhere else. Anywhere else.
She let her head fall to her knees as she felt like the room was spinning around her. For a second she allowed herself to visualize the bed rising like a flying carpet to spin its way through the walls and out to freedom.
And in the next instant she wondered if she had truly lost her mind.
One of the men grabbed her legs and roughly jerked her body down to the edge of the bed.
“Aaagh,” she cried out, opening her eyes to see two hard dicks parallel over her face.
“Don’t do this,” she begged them, looking from one to the other with harried eyes filled with tears.
Rev climbed onto the bed, straddling her head with his knees. His balls swung above her nose and again Bree was assailed by the scent of a man’s crotch. “I just want to eat her before you hit it,” Rev said to Carter.
“No problem,” Carter said, massaging the length of his dick with one hand as he reached down to split her pussy lips with his other hand.
Rev bent down the length of her, causing his dick to press against the side of her face as he licked at her clit and Carter still held her lips open.
Bree felt a wave of revulsion as she tried to close her legs.
Carter moved to stand between her legs and pressed his hands against her knees to open her legs wide.
Tears overflowed from Bree’s eyes as she tried to block out what they were doing to her. She tried her best to go completely numb. She wanted to pretend that two of her clients hadn’t conspired against her and now held her captive and at their sadistic will. To pretend she had never let her own impulses—her own sexual addictions—lead her to this. To pretend that she hadn’t risked it all for sex and now she didn’t even know if she would leave this ordeal and be the same—or if she would leave alive at all.
There was no pleasure where she had once found bliss. Now Rev’s actions felt like an intrusion into her body, her soul, and well-being. The tears that raced from her eyes were filled with her torture. Her shame. Her helplessness.
God forgive me, she prayed silently.
“Oh, you don’t like it now?” Rev asked.
Bree barely heard him. She had found a zone where she knew what was happening to her body, but she allowed no emotions to be evoked. She couldn’t control what they did to her body, but she had to control what happened to her mind.
God help me, she prayed again.
Rev spat against her core with cruelty before he rolled off the bed. “You used to beg me to eat your pussy,” he said, obviously angry that she hadn’t reacted to him. He reached down and slapped her face.
“You brought condoms?” Carter asked. “I ain’t fucking this ho without a condom. Fuck that shit. Ain’t no pussy that good.”
Bree kept her eyes closed.
“I don’t need condoms to eat her pussy,” Rev snapped.
“Shee-it, you can catch shit eating pussy, too, you know,” Carter told him.
“Man, shut up,” Rev countered in irritation.
Click.
Bree’s eyes popped open at the sound of the door opening. She raised her head off the bed to see Deon close the door to the hotel room with the card key she had left at the desk for him still in his hand. She sat up and ran over to him.
“Look at that ho, she happy as fuck Deon here now,” Carter said, sounding disgruntled.
She stopped halfway to Deon.
He wasn’t acting shocked to find two of the group members naked in the suite she’d purchased for them to use. He continued forward with a smile and reached out to stroke one of her nipples. “Surprised?” he asked.
Bree shook her head in denial as she backed away from him. The bubble she’d created for herself popped and all of the emotions flooded her in waves overwhelming her. One of the men grabbed her arms from behind and she turned her head to eye them all.
Rev.
Carter.
Deon.
They’re in this together?
Rev. Carter. Deon.
The texts. The cards. Flowers. Threats.
“Which one of you been stalking me?” she asked. “Or was it all three? Or are there more of you in on this? Is someone else coming through the door next?”
Deon laughed as he stepped forward and wrapped a hand around her waist, bringing his hands down to massage her ass softly. “No, it’s just the three of us that were tired of you playing God when you were dancing with the devil, too.”
Bree flushed in shame and tried to step back out of his embrace. His face flashed to total coldness as he deepened his grip until her flesh stung.
Deon brought one hand up and grabbed her hair hard, jerking her head back until she could only look up at the ceiling. “Still feel like playing your games, Bree? Huh? Still getting your kicks off?” he asked her, his voice low and angry. “Still think you so fucking smart? Huh?”
Bree shook her head as her eyes stung from the tears and from staring directly into the ceiling light. She closed her lids. She had to admit Deon’s involvement weakened her. She’d never suspected him. Never.
God save me, she prayed.
Deon pushed her roughly from him and her body spiraled out of control. She fell to the floor in a heap, crying as the carpet burned the flesh from her knees as she slid. She looked up as all three stood over her, their shadows bringing her body some ironic coolness in the heat of the situation.
“Rev and I were surprised as hell when Carter told us he was following you and saw you having all kinds of sex with strange men,” Deon said, with his hands pushed into the pockets of his pants.
Rev glared down at her, his dick now soft and swinging across his balls as he leaned down to spit. “You sat in those group sessions and judged us when you wasn’t no better. We were paying you for help and you was running a big con game.”
“But we fixed your no-good ass,” Carter said, sounding satisfied as he still stood there massaging his erection like he wasn’t in the room with two other men.
Bree looked up and eyed them all, wondering if there was a bit of sanity between the three of them. Her heart pounded as she wondered just what they had planned for her.
“You liked fucking the hell out of me and Rev, didn’t you?” Deon asked, his eyes filled with a fiery anger.
Bree’s eyes shifted to Deon. She knew his issues with women were flaming inside of him.
“I knew she couldn’t get enough of me eating that pussy,” Rev added.
Bree looked over at Rev and quickly recognized his need to be wanted.
“I wasn’t good enough,” Carter said, kicking her leg with his bare foot. “You couldn’t fuck or suck me, right? You couldn’t let me stick a finger in your ass, right?”
She locked her eyes on Carter and honestly had no clue what all issues lay within him. The only thing she knew for sure was his unbridled anger for not being chosen by her.
And that participation, that claim to her, had been a part of their own con game. They had bragged to each other on their conquest and Carter had nothing to contribute.
“You thought you were the puppet master and the whole time we pulled the strings,” Deon bragged, mocking her with his words and his eyes.
Even among the madness it all made sense. Three clients approaching her, offering the sex they knew she desired and craved. The info they shared with each other—likes, dislikes, cell phone numbers, etc. The tag team they pulled to pay her back for what they considered her con game.
“You brought condoms?” Carter asked, licking his lips as he eyed her breasts and thighs where she lay on the floor.
Deon reached into his pocket and pulled out plenty of the gold-foil Magnums. One by one he dashed them at her like darts.
Bree cried out and covered her face as the foil corner of some of them lightly scraped her skin or dug into her flesh from the force of his throws.
“You’re going to fuck all three of us and then you’re going to carry your ass home and forget it ever happened,” Deon told her.
“She don’t want us to report her ass,” Rev added smugly.
“Yes!” Carter exclaimed. “I’m getting some of that pussy . . . today. Let me see if it’s as good as y’all say.”
“The pussy good,” Rev assured him.
“You only ate her,” Carter said. “You don’t know.”
“I know more than your dry-dick self know,” Rev countered, taunting him.
“Man, shut up,” Carter snapped, squeezing his dick so hard that the skin stretched until it was two shades lighter.
“Both of y’all shut the fuck up,” Deon said, his voice hard.
Deon was obviously the leader. Bree saw that clearly. And in the midst of her fear she grasped at some control of the madness so that she could escape to her freedom.
Bree sat up and stretched her legs out slowly, forcing herself to swallow her fears as she smiled up at them. “Y’all know me, right. We can all have fun,” she said, rising to reach forward to stroke Deon’s face before she suckled his bottom lip into her mouth.
She turned and smiled as she pressed a kiss to Rev’s lips as well.
And then she turned to Carter, stroking the side of his face before she swallowed hard and kissed him.
Carter deepened the kiss and pressed her back down to the floor, grinding his dick against her belly as he forced her hands to his ass.
“Let me eat her first. That’s all I want,” Rev said, bending down to try to move Carter off her.
Bree closed her eyes, trying not to show how repulsed she felt. “Only Rev can eat me. He’s the best at it,” she said, cutting her eyes just as Deon frowned so deeply that his eyebrows damn near caved in to a deep vee.
Rev flexed his shoulders in bravado.
“And then Carter, I’ll give you some, but Deon goes last because he’s the best at blowing my back out,” she said, patting Carter like a mother comforting a sad child. That pat was just as good as saying, “Poor Carter.”
He jumped off her to his feet. “Don’t feel sorry for me,” he roared.
“What the hell you mean, Rev eat better pussy than me?” Deon asked, his face angry.
“He do,” Bree said, rising to her feet. “But your dick is bigger.”
“What?” Rev snapped behind her.
Bree looked down at Carter’s dick. “It’s bigger than yours, too . . . but it’s okay. I can try and work with it,” she said consolingly as she walked past them.
Men hated a pissing game because none of them wanted to lose it.
Bree was in survival mode. Regardless of what schemes they came up with, some of the images and text she’d received were violent, and she wasn’t sure if one or all of them would flip and hurt her.
God strengthen me, she prayed again.
Deon laughed.
Rev shoved him. “What you laughing at?”
Deon flexed and shoved him back, sending Rev flailing back against the nightstand.
Carter turned Deon by his shoulder and swung on him, sending Deon flying back to land in the middle of the bed.
Bree rushed over to her bag in the chair and grabbed it and her dress from the floor as the men’s voices escalated and the sound of objects crashing echoed around her. Her heart raced as she unlocked the door and flung it open wide, not caring that she was as naked as the day she was born. The smell of freedom was sweet as she hurried to the elevator.
She kept looking over her shoulder as she waited for it, rushing to jerk the dress up her body.
“Hey, she’s gone,” she heard one of them yell just as the doors slid open and she rushed onto the elevator. She damn near broke a thumbnail as she pounded the button to close the door.
God, please . . . please . . . please, she prayed, hearing their feet pounding against the floor as they raced down the hall.
The doors slid closed just seconds before their footsteps got louder.
Bree wrapped her arms around herself, searching for comfort as her shoulders shook with her tears.
Ding.
The elevator slowed to an easy stop on the lobby floor and Bree rushed to swipe the tears from her eyes and run her fingers through her hair. The lack of shoes she couldn’t help.
She stepped forward as the door slid open. Bree looked up at Rev, Deon, and Carter standing there with their chests heaving from obviously racing down the stairs to beat her to the lobby.
“Where you going, Dr. Bailey?” Deon asked. “You don’t want everybody to know our little secret. Do you?”
They were counting on her wanting to save face. But she was free and there was no turning back.
Bree quickly reached into her bag for the mace and extended her arms to spray all three across the face as she raced off the elevator.
They hollered out and grabbed at their eyes.
Bree pushed through them and rushed over to the front desk as the eyes of the hotel’s patrons and personnel eyed her.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” the woman behind the desk asked.
Bree’s heart raced as she looked over her shoulder at Carter, Rev, and Deon still trying to control the effects of the mace on their eyes.
She could very well walk out, go home to her parents and fight to reclaim her life. She had some blame in all this. She knew that. But she couldn’t risk that one or all of them were more than sexual deviants and truly capable of following through on their threats to hurt her. She knew reporting them meant exposure of her own behavior and the possible loss of her practice. But I can’t lose my practice. I can’t . . .
“Ma’am?” the clerk asked again.
Bree turned to eye her, still struggling with her decision. Maybe you don’t deserve to be a therapist. Hypocrite .
She took a deep breath and let the tears fall.
Tears for her shame, her regrets, and her loss.
“Yes, I need you to call the police so that I can report a sexual assault,” she said.
Bree looked over and saw her three tormentors standing still in the tracks they had been making over to her. They heard her words.
There was no turning back now.
It was time they all faced their retribution.