New York - New York (Hugh Jackman Fan-Fiction 9)

New York - New York - 3- (Hugh Jackman Fan-Fiction 9)

Outside, Hugh called waved for a cab while Mr. Davis and Joe had a small size stretched limousine waiting for them. "Can we drop you off at your hotel, Miss Schaefer?". "Oh, I'm fine, I can also just get a taxi." "No, don't worry, we'll take care you get to your hotel safely." Alright then. I got into the limousine. I felt a bit uncomfortable sitting between the men as they closed the door. They shut the darkened glass between the passenger and driver section. "Now Miss, are you interested in the project." "Eh, yes... please tell the driver I'm at the Madison Hotel." "Don't worry, we'll get you there – later" Joe said reaching for my breast. "No, please! Take your hand off!" Joe just laughed. I tried to push him away with my hands but he grabbed my wrist, Mr. Davis the other and pressed them firmly on the seat.

"I need to find out if you really are up to our expectations. You see, there might also be love scenes in the film, right Alex?" he addressed Mr. Davis, smirking. "Really, don't... I don't want this!" I pleaded again. While Joe continued rubbing my breast, I felt Mr. Davis', Alex, hand on my thigh. I clenched my legs. I was very scared by this point and paralyzed. "Now now Miss, is everyone in Germany so prude?" he kept pushing his hand against my clenched legs, finally getting a finger to touch my folds. "Oh, look Joe, she's just a very good actor! Pretending she doesn't want that! She's already wet and hot" his laugh was ringing in my ear, silent tears streamed down my face. "Come on, don't be so shy. I know you want it. I saw how you were looking at Hugh, you would've taken him on right there, wouldn't you?" Mr. Davis scoffed, his hand now firmly grabbing on me.

In the meantime, Joe had let go of my breast and held my neck, forcing a kiss on me. I pressed my lips together until he twisted my wrist and when I opened my mouth for a sigh of pain, he pushed is tongue in relentlessly. "Alright then Joe, hold that little wildcat and I'll tame her." The two men were just too strong for me. I pleaded at them again to please let me go. "I won't tell anyone. Don't, please, you're hurting me!" They didn't hear.

Joes arms were wrapped around my upper body, holding my arms firmly behind my back. I screamed for fear and pain. Why didn't the driver hear me? Alex slapped my face hard. "You scream again and you'll get a gag! You want that? It won't make it easier for you, I can tell you that. Now shut up!" My mind was racing. Did I do anything to provoke them? I had just been a business dinner thingy, hadn't it? How did I get in this situation? Alex now forced my legs apart and ripped off my slip. Like a trophy he held it up and showed it to Joe who had started to lick my neck as he held me tight. "Look at this, dripping wet!"

I changed my tactic. "OK then boys, let go. I give in. I'll let you have me" I said quietly, sobbing. Alex eyed me closely. "I'll give you what you want. Please don't hurt me anymore." "Good Kitty! So you finally understand the game? Let her go, Joe" Alex ordered. Joe loosened his grip finally.

I opened my legs for Alex. "Come on, touch me! I'm so wet already, you can just as well go on" I teased him. I felt him push two fingers in me. I moaned and squirmed. "Happy Kitty and a tight one too, check this out Joe!" Joe bent over me as Alex's fingers penetrated. Joe looked and then leaned over to kiss me again. This time I welcomed his tongue and played with it.

When his hands cupped my breasts and Alex rubbed my inside with one hand, and massaged his crotch with the other. I suddenly bit firmly on Joes tongue and kicked Alex in his half stiff cock. Both men screamed and let go of me for a second. I tasted Joes blood in my mouth. Quickly I turned to the door grabbed my clutch handbag and smashed the door open. I rolled out of the driving car.

As the car disappeared in the traffic I got up, fortunately not got run over by the other cars. I was still in the city somewhere. I had no shoes, my panties had been ripped off and I was crying. Nothing unusual in New York City as it seemed, nobody botherd about me sitting on the sidewalk.