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you right now, there was no dripping or begging. Why do men feel the need to talk dirty like that? Do they really think women are so turned on by them that they beg for it? Pur-lease!
    “God, you have a hot ass.”
    I bent over the desk like he requested and held onto the edge waiting for the assault I knew was coming. I just had to close my eyes and wait for this to be over, so I could get home and get a job. A click came from behind me and I turned around to see what he was doing.
    He had a camera in his hand. “Insurance,” he said.
    “What?”
    “We are just getting started on our journey,” he said. “I want to make sure you don’t think about getting off early. You are mine. I own you. Don’t forget it. Now bend over. Tell me you want me.”
    This was too much. I grabbed my clothes and started to take the boots off.
    “You want these pictures being sent to your family do you, Angel? You want me to tell them who you really are? They’d be disgusted and never want to see you again. And I’d cut the money off. You wouldn’t have anywhere to go. You couldn’t stay here, and they wouldn’t want you. Hell, I could even post them online then the world would know what a little whore you are. My whore. Now bend over whore. Let me fuck you. Let me fuck your little brains out. You do have brains don’t you, Angel? No that’s right, you can’t even get decimal points right. All you are good for is my cock banging into you. My cock is all you need.”
    I couldn’t move. My hands were trembling. I felt like I had just been slapped. He had photos of me. What would my family say? I’d heard of girls committing suicide over naked pictures of themselves on places like Facebook. He wouldn’t do that, would he?
    I wouldn’t let him ruin me.
    I did the only thing I could think of in the moment. I bent over the desk and spread my legs for him.

9
     
    The walk back to my apartment seemed longer than usual. I had given James my keys so he could let himself in after he’d finished sight-seeing, so I was in no hurry. To be honest I didn’t want to see him now. Not after what I’d just been through. I didn’t want to see anyone.
    I sat down on a park bench about a block from my apartment. Just watching the people walk by. I was in way over my head with The Brute.
    It was clear now, that simply finding a job and breaking things off wouldn’t be enough. He could still hurt me, and hurt my family. My family didn’t deserve to see me like that.
    I had no idea how I was going to get myself out of this situation now. I didn’t want my parents humiliated, not after they’d done everything to get me through college and get me a job in the city. I loved them too much for that.
    I looked down at my watch. It was still only three o’clock. I wondered if James was back at my apartment yet, so he could let me in. If he wasn’t I could wait. I got up and walked back slowly. I was still shaking.
    He wasn’t there yet. Never mind. I stood outside my building, at the same spot that he’d waited for me last night.
    I wondered again about what he was doing in Charlotte. Business, he’d said. I didn’t even know what he did. I hadn’t asked him. He must think I’m such a bad friend, not asking him about his life. Here I was feeling sorry for myself, and obsessing over my own problems, and not once had I asked him about the business he was doing here. I’d have to remedy that.
    I smiled when I saw him walking up my street. Just seeing him helped me forget my own problems. He had such a casual way of walking, like he was in no hurry at all to get anywhere. Walked like he was in the country. Ambled, I guess you’d call it.
    He put his hand up to wave when he saw me, and I waved back. It was like we hadn’t seen each other again for ages, even though it had only been about an hour. If anyone was watching us (not that anyone cared what you did in the city), they would have thought we were nuts.
    He was still grinning when he