and… there! Freedom.
Grabbing her balled-up knickers, her bra turned inside out (shit, was that a rip in the fabric?), her blouse, her skirt (should never have worn that skirt… make mental note to self: never wear skirt again. In fact, burn every item as soon as safely home). Phone, phone, where was her phone? Clutching her clothes to her chest in a futile attempt to preserve her modesty, she tiptoed to the chest of drawers and yes! There it was, her phone.
Gingerly picking it up, Allegra opened the bedroom door, slipped out, closed the door again as quietly as she could and dashed down the corridor into the bathroom.
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, she willed herself, struggling to pull her underwear and clothes back on. Okay, dressed now; run fingers through hair, look in mirror — oh, ugh! — wipe off the worst of the smeared make-up… Tap on, water running, gargle and spit, gargle and spit… An involuntary shudder ran down her spine as the gargle-spit move brought back shades of an awful, awful memory from the night before… Didn’t the man keep Listerine in the house?! Never mind, never mind, just get OUT of there…
Open the bathroom door quietly, so quietly, step out, now turn around and shut it again just as quietly and leave leave leave before he wakes up…
‘Hey there, sexy lady.’
Allegra just about leapt out of her skin, hitting her head on the bathroom door as every fibre of her being instinctively made as if to run forward and away, as far away as she possibly could, maybe not stop running until there was at least a continent and, ideally, a couple of oceans between her and him.
‘Ow… my head,’ she groaned. ‘You idiot, you just about gave me a heart attack. What the hell do you think you’re doing?’
Clive was pressing up against her as she faced the bathroom door, nuzzling the back of her neck and rubbing his morning erection into her buttocks and — Christ, was he trying to make a growly, purring sound?
‘I’ll kiss it better for you,’ he leered into her ear.
Ugh, mister morning breath, no thank you! Allegra tried as politely as she could to edge past him, but Clive took this as a sign of enthusiasm — well, she was wriggling backwards into his throbbing cock after all; he wasn’t to know she was trying to escape — and ran one hand up from her knee to her thigh, moving under her skirt and forward to push his fingers between her thighs and into her —
‘Hey!’ Allegra grabbed the offending hand and tried to remove it from between her legs, but Clive wasn’t one to take “no” for an answer. Mind you, she reminded herself, she hadn’t said “no” last night, either.
‘Frisky, eh? Well, I’ll whip you into submission, young missy,’ he said, pressing harder against her and pulling her panties down at the same time. He was stronger than her, and fast. Allegra gasped as his fingers entered her, probing deeply, his thumb rubbing her clitoris… and oh God, traitorous body, she’d have to trade it in for a nun’s.
Against her will, she felt herself responding, melting, less and less able to fight him off and… oh shit, her knickers were around her ankles, he was yanking them off with his toes, pushing his knees between hers to spread her legs, grabbing her hips and lifting her towards him and… he was inside her… oh… oh… oh shit, had he even put on a condom?
Unable to think of anything else she could do, Allegra screamed right into his ear. A blood-curdling howl of a scream. Clive just about put his head through the ceiling in shock. Seizing her opportunity to escape, she sidestepped Clive and grabbed her underwear off the floor.
‘Look I have to go I’m sorry but I have a thing something I’m going to be late for so okay got my handbag I think I have everything I really must run so uh bye!’
Blowing kisses at Clive and grinning like a slightly panicked chimpanzee, the words spilled out in one garbled breath as Allegra sprinted for the front door,
Grabbing her balled-up knickers, her bra turned inside out (shit, was that a rip in the fabric?), her blouse, her skirt (should never have worn that skirt… make mental note to self: never wear skirt again. In fact, burn every item as soon as safely home). Phone, phone, where was her phone? Clutching her clothes to her chest in a futile attempt to preserve her modesty, she tiptoed to the chest of drawers and yes! There it was, her phone.
Gingerly picking it up, Allegra opened the bedroom door, slipped out, closed the door again as quietly as she could and dashed down the corridor into the bathroom.
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, she willed herself, struggling to pull her underwear and clothes back on. Okay, dressed now; run fingers through hair, look in mirror — oh, ugh! — wipe off the worst of the smeared make-up… Tap on, water running, gargle and spit, gargle and spit… An involuntary shudder ran down her spine as the gargle-spit move brought back shades of an awful, awful memory from the night before… Didn’t the man keep Listerine in the house?! Never mind, never mind, just get OUT of there…
Open the bathroom door quietly, so quietly, step out, now turn around and shut it again just as quietly and leave leave leave before he wakes up…
‘Hey there, sexy lady.’
Allegra just about leapt out of her skin, hitting her head on the bathroom door as every fibre of her being instinctively made as if to run forward and away, as far away as she possibly could, maybe not stop running until there was at least a continent and, ideally, a couple of oceans between her and him.
‘Ow… my head,’ she groaned. ‘You idiot, you just about gave me a heart attack. What the hell do you think you’re doing?’
Clive was pressing up against her as she faced the bathroom door, nuzzling the back of her neck and rubbing his morning erection into her buttocks and — Christ, was he trying to make a growly, purring sound?
‘I’ll kiss it better for you,’ he leered into her ear.
Ugh, mister morning breath, no thank you! Allegra tried as politely as she could to edge past him, but Clive took this as a sign of enthusiasm — well, she was wriggling backwards into his throbbing cock after all; he wasn’t to know she was trying to escape — and ran one hand up from her knee to her thigh, moving under her skirt and forward to push his fingers between her thighs and into her —
‘Hey!’ Allegra grabbed the offending hand and tried to remove it from between her legs, but Clive wasn’t one to take “no” for an answer. Mind you, she reminded herself, she hadn’t said “no” last night, either.
‘Frisky, eh? Well, I’ll whip you into submission, young missy,’ he said, pressing harder against her and pulling her panties down at the same time. He was stronger than her, and fast. Allegra gasped as his fingers entered her, probing deeply, his thumb rubbing her clitoris… and oh God, traitorous body, she’d have to trade it in for a nun’s.
Against her will, she felt herself responding, melting, less and less able to fight him off and… oh shit, her knickers were around her ankles, he was yanking them off with his toes, pushing his knees between hers to spread her legs, grabbing her hips and lifting her towards him and… he was inside her… oh… oh… oh shit, had he even put on a condom?
Unable to think of anything else she could do, Allegra screamed right into his ear. A blood-curdling howl of a scream. Clive just about put his head through the ceiling in shock. Seizing her opportunity to escape, she sidestepped Clive and grabbed her underwear off the floor.
‘Look I have to go I’m sorry but I have a thing something I’m going to be late for so okay got my handbag I think I have everything I really must run so uh bye!’
Blowing kisses at Clive and grinning like a slightly panicked chimpanzee, the words spilled out in one garbled breath as Allegra sprinted for the front door,
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