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The warmth of the hotel took over her frozen body. She walked to the reception area, speaking to the man that sat there tapping on the keyboard placed by his computer.
"Hello, room reservation for Benson King." The man gave her a reassuring smile, before looking back at the screen that sat in front of him.
"Yes! Here we are. Room 104, straight down the hall." He spoke. She thanked him before making her way. The room wasn't too difficult to find. Once greeted by the front door of this hotel room, Kassandra tapped her knuckles against it, knocking on it.
A small creak was heard, followed by heavy footsteps. The closer the door was to being opened, the more nervous Kassandra got. She began to fiddle with her fingers once again.
A red light gleamed, alerting her of the now open door. Her head shot up. A small smile spread across her face once she was presented with a brighter smile. "Come in" he spoke.
She entered the room as told, the smell of marijuana slapping her in the face. Quiet music played, as the four other men in the room drank and smoked. Kassandra inhaled and exhaled, sitting down at the available seat that was shown to her.
"You okay?" one of the men asked. She nodded, continuing to fiddle with her fingers. "Why you so nervous?" A deeper voice questioned. "I-I'm not. I'm fine."
The men shared a laugh. "Ask her Smoke!" A voice demanded. A muscular tall dark skin man looked towards her. He stood and stepped at her direction.
Kassandra remained quiet around the 5 men that sat and stood around her. Smoke pulled a rolling chair, taking a seat in it in front of her. "You got her?" he questioned. Kassandra nodded.
"Speak Sandra."
Kassandra lifted up her head. She watched all the five men walk closer towards her, eventually surrounding her, one stood behind her. "Yes." she concluded.
Smoke gave her a look that scared her, but it would be stupid for her to show it anymore then she already was. "Good, cause you know boss ain't gon be happy right?" he inquired.
She nodded. "Speak." he ordered once again. "Yes, yes." She examined his tattooed face, inked drawings written up and down his arms. The man stood behind her softly yanked her head back. A small gasp left her mouth, eyes glared at the man that looked below him.
"Let's get into this real shit" Jordan spoke, hand tightly gripped around her hair. Loud cackles echoed through the room. "Definitely." Smoke said.
Jordan's grin spread wider as he stared at her face. "You so pretty." he complimented, stroking her cheek. Kassandra whimpered. His slender arms stretched out before he placed his hand against her neck, as the rest of the men watched.
His skinny smoked out fingers glided against her bottom lip as he continued to look at her in hunger. "Open." he spoke, having Kassandra spread her mouth wide. He bent forward, coming closer to her face, Kassandra examining his brown skin and hazel eyes that were filled with lust and desire.
He puckered his lips, as clear spit dripped from his mouth into hers. Jordan's grip on her neck grew tighter, then planting his pink lips on hers.
Kassandra felt a hold around her ankle, another hand around her waist, unbuckling her belt soon pulling down her pants. Jordan let go of her neck, soon for her to be carried by Smoke then thrown onto the bed that was nailed into the middle of the room.
The three men roughly took off her clothes whilst she heavily breathed. The remaining two men watched and laughed looking at her naked body laid across the bed.
The men began getting undressed. Kassandra sat herself up on a bed, soon to be grabbed and flipped on her knees. Jordan stood in front of her naked, everything exposed in her face.
She grabbed his dick and spread her lips, placing it inside her mouth. The wetness of her mouth made him groan out. Jordan placed his hand in her blonde braids, forcibly pushing her head down further on his dick.
"Suck that shit. Good girl."
Cold hands wrapped around her waist, soon her legs trembled. The feeling of Smoke's dick in her pussy stopped her from continuing her job, still a grip around Jordan's dick.
Smoke began to thrust his hips in her, thrusting back and forth. Kassandra's moans echoed through the room.
Another man, Kiro, approached her, grabbing her wrist and placing her free hand on his dick. She began to massage him slowly, putting Jordan's dick back in her mouth.
Her spit spread across her face, looking up at Jordan, giving him a dangerous look. The more pleasure she took on, the more she grew hungry. The men seemed to be enjoying themselves, beating their dicks to the erotic sight.
The room grew hot and stuffy. The smell of sex roamed.
...
9:00am
Fear woke Milo up, blinking once or twice to regain her sight. A yawn left her mouth, scanning the room. Jahseh seemed to be awake already. She sat up, standing up completely.
Her feet trotted against the ground lightly, walking towards the door. Before she could make it she felt a big hand grip her wrist, jilting her back. "Where you going?" his voice rasped.
"Nowhere. Let go of me." He spun her body around so she'd be facing him. "You think I'm fucking slow don't you?"
Her eyebrows faced inwards and so did his. "You ain't nothing but slow, fucking bastard" A hot slap panned against her face.
Her face shot forward quickly, returning the same slap given.
Jahseh stared at her in shock, rage still being sensed. He abruptly grabbed her body, pinning her against the wall, her head banging against it harshly.
"I will fucking kill you." he grumbled. "Do it! Fucking do it. Yo pussy ass wouldn't do it even if your life fucking depended on it!" She yelled.
He slammed her body against it once more "Say that shit again if you truly believe it."
Milo's teeth gritted, staring deep in his eyes in intense furiousness.
