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Phoebe –
I’m walking down the hall to go outside and sit under my favorite tree when I’m suddenly jerked to the left and enclosed into a dark space. What the fuck? I start to panic and try to feel around my surroundings when a large warm hand presses against the side of my neck.
“It’s me.”
I relax slightly when I hear it’s one of my previous hook ups. My eyes have adjusted enough that I can now make an outline of Trevor’s shaggy brown hair and his bright green eyes. I have to tilt my head up in order to meet his gaze.
“You scared the shit out of me.” I playfully push his shoulder as he let out a deep chuckle.
“Sorry, kind of.”
I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. “What’s up?”
He pulls the string between us and the lone lightbulb illuminates his sharp features. “I was looking for a second round.”
My eyes widen and I stumble back as he advances on me. But since we’re only in a utility closet he easily presses me against the wall behind me.
I feel my hands start to shake and I tighten them into fists while keeping my face blank from emotion. “Look, we had fun. But I’m not interested.”
I try to move around him when he slams his hand against the wall next to my head. My eyes squeeze shut on instinct and I try to find my composure while he leans down to press his lips against the shell of my ear. “I wasn’t asking.”
My eyes fly open and I look up at him slowly shaking my head. “I’ll scream.”
He lets out a humorless chuckle while reaching behind him and I see the gleam of a knife under the light. I freeze any movement while he brings it to my throat.
“On your knees, DSL.”
I internally cringe at the crude nickname I got freshman year. Dick Sucking Lips. I have big lips that girls pay to get done. And my curvy figure, straight black hair, and rare eyes that are a deep enough blue they almost look purple, the girls started calling me DSL. Preventing me from making any friends. Preventing me from having a normal college experience. Jealous bitches.
After getting abused in enough foster homes I learned when it’s time to give in or fight. This is unfortunately one of those times I give in. He presses the knife deeper into my throat when I don’t respond.
I try to swallow around the knife causing it to cut into my skin. I narrow my eyes at Trevor letting him know I’m not happy about this but lower to my knees anyway.
“Hurry, and I’ll give you what you really want.”
He slowly removes the knife and pulls out a baggie with some green bud. My eyes widen at the sight and I make quick work of his pants sliding them down.
I don’t know how, nor do I care how he figured I was a stoner. I just want that little bag more than anything. I ran out of my edibles a couple of days ago and I’ll take anything to numb my existence right now. I look up at him once his cock is out and from the look in his eyes, he knows this. He knows that I hate myself enough and will do anything he asks as long as he holds that little bag over my head.
My last dealer got incarcerated so I made what I had last as long as I could. Looks like I found my new supplier.
I grip his dick tighter than I normally would causing him to wince. But he doesn’t stop me, so I keep my eyes on him as I lick up the length of him. He’s got a nice dick. Not too big but not the smallest I’ve ever had.
He shutters under my touch, making that tingle start in my lower region and swirl up into my stomach. I love having this control. He may have forced my hand but honestly sucking him off like this is turning me on.
It shouldn’t, considering he threatened me into it and had a knife to my throat, but it does. It’s sick and twisted and I absolutely love it.
His hand finds the back of my head and he tangles his hand into my hair tugging it gently. “Fuck yeah. Suck me Phoebe, please baby.”
I do what he asks wanting to get him off as soon as possible so I can take that little bag and run off into the sunset to smoke to my heart’s content.
I tease him with my lips kissing up and down his shaft before I suck his tip into my mouth. I watch as his mouth parts in ecstasy. Some people would say I’m a sex addict or a pot head. They wouldn’t be wrong perse, but those aren’t the worse of my sins.
I close my eyes briefly to rid that horrible night from my head. Not the issue at hand.
I take as much of Trevor’s dick as I can, gagging around him. I breath through my nose when he holds my head in place and begins to fuck my throat. My hand moves from his base to his balls and I massage them making his hips jerk. Soon after he’s spilling into my mouth.
He quickly pulls out while I spit out his cum. I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth before holding it out. The bag is placed in my palm and he smirks down at me. “I’ll see you soon, DSL.”
I stand up looking at my scraped-up knees. My eyes heat and I narrow my eyes up at Trevor. “Fuck you.”
I’m out the door before he could respond hearing him chuckle after me. Trevor is officially on my shit-list regardless of what he has. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. I know in reality I’ll see him again for more substances.
I guess it’s not a surprise he knew that my drug of choice is weed. And it’s not like it’s really bad or anything. Sure, if I smoke too much, which I do often, I get sleepy and shut out the world. But honestly, I don’t really have anyone who’d care enough anyway.
I’m walking across the quad with my head down as I’m shoving the weed into my front pocket when I bump into someone. My body is lurched forward, and I land on a warm hard body. I blink a few times to get my barring’s when I look up and am met with those same warm brown eyes that I grew up with.
Phoenix.
