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 rape 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, “Rape 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
