I almost stood up, ready to tell Stockard that although she was used to ordering others about, I wasn’t one of them, but Carmen’s mouth got a hold of my hand. She lightly bit me. “Please, please,” she whispered. “f**k me. Please, f**k me.”
“There, see?” Stockard said in triumph. “You can’t r**e the willing, so f**k the slut.”
Carmen turned over on her back. Her doe eyes drew me to her and I couldn’t help myself. She lifted her hips, but it was that sweet, sweet face that beckoned me and down, down I went without any will of my own. My head wound up next to hers, on the nearer side to Stockard and Carmen whispered, “r**e me or I’ll tell.”
Something twanged inside me. Maybe it was that gamma male thing, maybe I don’t like blackmail, either doing it or having it done to me, or maybe I was
