The Assignment 4 by Abby Weeks

dirty slut.”
    “I like it, daddy.”
    Lacey looked over her shoulder at him. There was a look of intense concentration on his face. He was busily rubbing her with his large hands, sliding deeper and deeper into her pussy and anus. She wondered when he would decide to pleasure himself and start fucking her. But he didn’t do that. He made no sign of wanting to fuck her. He just kept sliding his hands into her holes, using one finger at first, and then two, sliding farther and farther, deeper and deeper into her. She was covered in the white, creamy lotion and she closed her eyes and let Wolf continue what he was doing. She tried to forget where she was. She tried not to think about what was happening to her. She tried to make her mind go blank.
    Most of all, she was trying not to enjoy the sensation. She kept trying to picture Jason’s face. She knew Jason was a boy she could fall in love with. There were questions she needed answered, she needed to know why he had a gun, but she knew deep in her heart that there was a chance for something real with Jason.
    She told herself that her life was under control. She wasn’t the same girl she had been a few weeks ago. She wasn’t the same girl who had called Ric Holt and let him come on her face. She was stronger than that now. She had grown. She was facing her past, coming to terms with who she was and where she had come from. She had real friends now. Before, her only friend was Gretchen, and she still had Gretchen, but her life was filling up with new people, new faces, new friends. There was Chloe of course, and there was Claudia. There was Jason and Luis and the men at the Spanish restaurant. There was Sandra Price. Even Claire Lally felt like a friend. She had gone from being someone who was almost completely alone to someone who had many connections in her life. All of these connections were real.
    She’d come a long way since leaving Las Cruces. That was what she kept telling herself. She tried and tried to convince herself that whatever had happened in her childhood, whatever place of desperation and poverty and despair and abuse she had come from, she was finally moving forward. She pictured Jason, his face, his hands, his smooth chest, his muscles.
    I’m not a whore, she told herself.
    But Wolf’s fingers were going so deep. He was curling them, reaching inside her pussy and rubbing on a spot just inside her, above the vagina. The pleasure was excruciating. Lacey told herself she wasn’t a slut, she told herself that she could resist this pleasure. She wanted to be loyal to Jason. She knew she couldn’t really be loyal, not in the traditional sense. She couldn’t be loyal with her body. But she wanted to at least be loyal with her mind. She wanted to be true to him just as he said he would be true to her.
    He had said to her that they could be true to each other even if she was a call girl and she wanted to be. She wanted to be faithful. She didn’t want to be here with this old man’s fingers inside her, forcing their way into her vagina and anus. She wanted to be a good girl. She wanted to be true.
    And then she felt it, a sharp, hard, loud slap. It was firm and painful. Wolf had spanked her on the butt with a force that was shocking to her.
    She cried out.
    “You like it, don’t you?”
    She knew she had to do her job. She had to do what Wolf wanted. She had committed to getting this story, to finding out the information that she needed to bring Lally down, and she wasn’t going to give up.
    “No,” she said.
    Again, a firm, painful slap on the butt. Lacey felt the soft flesh of her butt ripple from the force of the impact.
    “No,” she said again.
    Again a slap, harder and fiercer than before.
    “Please.”
    “You’ve been a bad girl.”
    “No.”
    “You’ve been a filthy slut, Lacey. You’ve been a dirty, filthy, slutty whore.”
    “No, I haven’t. I’ve been good.”
    The spanks kept coming, landing on the soft, pink flesh of her butt,