LOGINSadieās POVThree days. Seventy-two hours of pretending I was the same girl Iād always been. I replayed it every night. Hallieās flushed face, her muffled moans vibrating around the thick cock sliding between her lips. The way her skirt had bunched around her waist while the second man fucked her from behind in that packed carriage, strangers all around them pretending not to notice. The wet sounds. The degrading praise. The way her legs shook when she came. I hated myself for how wet I got just remembering it. Iād touched myself raw the first two nights, biting my pillow so my roommate wouldnāt hear, coming harder than I ever had in my life while shame burned in my chest. Tonight, I told myself I was just saving money. The train was cheaper than Uber. Thatās all. I still wore the short pleated skirt and thin white blouse Iād chosen after changing three times. No tights. No panties. I told myself it was for comfort in the heat. The lie tasted sweet on my tongue as I stepped on
Sadie's POVThe late-night commuter train was always a gamble, but after a long night out with Hallie, it felt like the only affordable option. The carriage was packed shoulder-to-shoulder with tired workers, drunk college kids, and the usual rough-looking men who rode this line because they knew its reputation. Everyone whispered about it⦠the āmolestation expressā that ran after midnight. Hallie had laughed it off when I suggested taking an Uber.āCome on, Sadie. Live a little. Itās just a train. Whatās the worst that could happen?āI clutched the pole tighter as the train lurched forward, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Hallie stood in front of me, tipsy and glowing from the club, her short black skirt riding up her thighs and her tight crop top showing a generous amount of cleavage. She was always the bolder one⦠outgoing, adventurous, fearless. I was the shy best friend, still wearing my modest sundress that reached mid-thigh, cheeks already flushed from one too many
Rileyās POVI stood outside Jax Ink, the neon sign flickering like a bad decision I couldnāt take back. My stomach twisted into knots tighter than the ones Iād practiced untying in therapy. At twenty-one, I was supposed to be reinventing myself⦠new city, new college friends, finally shaking off the āsweet, innocent Rileyā reputation that clung to me like cheap perfume. And I was halfway there. Until that little dare. They wanted me to get a real tattoo. Something small but edgy. A delicate crescent moon wrapped in thin, twisting vines, placed just above my right hip on my lower back. It would peek out under cropped tops and make me feel like I belonged. At least thatās what I kept telling myself on the drive over.The only problem was the artist.Jaxāmy stepbrother. Twenty-six, built like he bench-pressed motorcycles, covered in dark, aggressive ink that crawled up his arms and disappeared under the tight black t-shirts he always wore. Heād hated me since the day our parents marr
Chloe's POVI spent the entire night trying to scrub Jax from my mind.I showered until the water ran cold. I drank wine. I lay beside my sleeping husband and whispered silent apologies for what Iād done in that office. But every time I closed my eyes, I felt Jaxās thick cock stretching my throat, his fingers ruining my pussy, his cum leaking down my thighs. My body ached in the most shameful places, and worse⦠I was wet again just thinking about it.By morning, I knew resistance was pointless.I followed his instructions to the letter. Under my long cotton trench coat, I wore the lingerie heād demanded via text: a sheer black babydoll that barely covered my breasts, matching crotchless panties, and thigh-high stockings. No bra. No dignity. The cool air kissed my exposed pussy with every step across campus. I felt like a whore walking to her own execution.My hands shook as I reached my office door. The moment I slid the key toward the lock, I realized it was already open.My stomach
Chloe's POV I couldnāt move.My body was locked in the office chair, heart slamming against my ribs as the door clicked shut behind the cheerleader. Jaxās massive cock stood proud in front of him, still glistening with her spit, thick veins pulsing along the shaft. A bead of cum and saliva dripped slowly from the swollen head onto the floor of my therapy office.āDoc?ā His deep voice cut through the silence, amused and commanding. āYou still with me?āI opened my mouth to speak⦠to scream, to tell him to leave, to salvage any scrap of professionalism left⦠but nothing came out. My eyes stayed glued to his cock.Jax stood slowly, towering over my desk. His sweatpants stayed pooled around his ankles as he walked around the side of the desk, heavy cock swinging with each step like a weapon. He stopped right in front of my chair, so close that the musky, masculine scent of him filled my lungs. The glistening head of his cock brushed against my lower lip.āDonāt be shy pen,ā he ordered so
Chloe's POVI rubbed my temples as the door to my tiny campus office clicked shut behind the last athlete of the day⦠a cocky baseball player who had spent forty-five minutes complaining about his āhatersā instead of engaging with any actual mental performance strategies. Another wasted session. Another reminder that most of these kids didnāt take sports psychology seriously.At twenty-nine, I was supposed to be building a respected private practice. Instead, I was drowning in my husbandās gambling debts, working this underpaid second job at the university just to keep the lights on. Mark and I had fought again this morning⦠another screaming match over money, over his promises that never materialized, over the slow death of our marriage. I was exhausted. Hollowed out. But I still had one more appointment on the schedule.Jax Thompson. Star linebacker. Mandatory session after a string of on-field incidents the coach wanted āhandled.āI expected him to no-show like half the football ro
Amber's POV After what I saw in Coleās room, I spent the next hour pretending everything was normal. I helped Jake make popcorn in the kitchen, laughing at his silly jokes while my mind kept replaying the image of Coleās powerful body slamming into that girl. The way he dominated her. The way she
Amber's POVThe drive to the Dylan family house felt longer than usual. My hands were clammy on the steering wheel, my heart beating a nervous rhythm against my ribs. Tonight was supposed to be the night. After four months of dating Jake, I had finally made up my mind. I was going to lose my virgin
Chapter 40Sophia's POV He stood in the doorway, eyes soft with concern. He looked exhausted⦠dark circles under his eyes, tie loosened, hair messy. The man whose wife I had spent the vacation with. The man Victor had destroyed.āR⦠Ryan?ā I whispered.He stepped inside and closed the door gently.
Sophia's POV I wouldnāt call myself the most hardworking woman on the planet, but God, the last few weeks had been a horror show. Six nights ago I was still pretending to enjoy that suffocating couplesā vacation in Mexico, smiling through clenched teeth while my colleague droned on about quarterly







