She was running once she got off the bus, past people, either avoiding or colliding with them. Her chest and legs hurt, but she was in a state of intoxicating misery. So she ran forward. Though eventually she stopped, a tense pressure in her legs did it, she was out of breath, and emotionally drained.

Sitting on the bench of a park near her house, she sighed, bringing her knees to chest, hugging them. Still wearing the pigtails he suggested, he wanted to please her.

Jerk, stupid Henry. I hope your balls fall off, and you never get a hard-on again. She cursed his name a man she’d known for years, yet met a couple of days ago.

“You’re always here when your upset.” A voice called out from the night. It was Max. “I heard about the situation from Rebecca… Is it true.”

Taken by surprise whenever she was truly hurting he was there. For better or for worse. He was a hard headed individual after all. “He’s just a friend, she misunderstood.” She lied.

“That’s a relief.” He toke a seat beside her. They sat in silence him looking forward her eyes on him. “I think you should stop seeing this friend.”

“Probably.”

The night grew darker as lamp lights began to flicker on, crickets played their tunes lost to the wind.

“Henry if I were to tell you I love you… How would you respond.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t date someone so plain.” He lightly joked unable to read the atmosphere. “And I don’t know.”

He would never comfort her lovingly because he was hardheaded.

——

Sitting in her room too tired to even shed tears even there no one was there for her. She yearned for it again, that escape, that release.

Her phone buzzed lighting up the room, it was him.

——

“I knew you’d come.” Henry said glass of wine in hand.

“What happened to Rebecca?”

“She…”

——

In a room with several musicians Rebecca ass dressed in cum was shaking hungrily. Blindfolded with a collar on, the strong bitter taste of semen was left in her mouth. Another artist taking his turn with her, he emptied his load in the woman on the bed making him the fifth guy to get a turn.

——

“Ascended.”

“I want to forget… everything, even if just for a moment, I want to escape.”

“With pleasure.”

Dropping her clothes she wore a black set of lingerie with fishnet leggings, straps connecting to her panties, and almost see through bra.

He was in a plain white dress shirt his abs peeking from them and jeans.

They changed setting.

Blindfolded her senses were heightened, it was a lot more airy in the room. If it could be called a room, more close to stage.

Where anyone could be watching. She felt his hands.

The light press of his fingers down on her breast, the pinch of a nipple. His fingers slid down her panties massaging the moist lips.

“You’re already wet for me?”

Heated face she turned into the sweet nothings he whispered. “Why don’t you embrace me already.”

His hands sliding down her waist, a kiss was placed on her neck then a hickey. Ass on top of some marble table, he pulled her panties aside. The hot rod pressed against the entrance he slowly put it in spreading her pussy, tightly wrapped around her.

“I love you Henry. So make me forget.”

Thrusting inside she grabbed on to his head as she was hoisted in the air by his rough hands on her ass. She was flying. Controlled he rammed his dick inside guiding her by the ass. Cumming deep inside of her, he switched positions.

Bending her over he grabbed her arms and railed her senseless.

“Henry! Henry! Henry!” She climaxed legs quivering under his might.

He kept shoving his thick rod into her pussy, she tightened around him.

Cumming again, his warm viscous liquids leaked out of her creamy cunt. She fell to her knees, but he picked her up and sat her on his lap. She was exposed on the stage, where anyone could possibly see what she’d become.

——

A collar on it was a gift she gave him and she wore. On her knees she blew his salty cock, a taste she’d grown to like. Twisting and turning it and taking it deeper, the bitter tasting liquid sprayed in her mouth. She reached that escape.

Once revealed at school they were friends she was treated better, her older sister cared. Friends grew distant, but she got new ones.

However, her world was around him. Even if that bland life still followed her, he was her escape. His servant.

So when he left, she didn’t know what to do. Her ten seconds of fame were up.

End