I woke early the next day unable to sleep through trepidation and fear. After laying there for a while I got up and turned on my laptop. I wanted to be prepared for today and so I thought a little research was in order. Typing submissive into Google quickly lead me from definitions to pictures - graphic ones. Shying away from the more extreme examples I quickly found a few which made me squeeze my legs together in excitement. Could I go through with my plan? Was this really what I wanted? I mulled it over until it was time to get showered and off to school.
As it was a Wednesday I had a free period after lunch and that suited my plans perfectly. I sat in my biology class doing my best to concentrate, it was only two months until my A-level exams which would determine the university I got in to, but it was very hard. I kept looking at the clock until finally the bell for lunch rang. I made an excuse to my friends and walked quickly out of the school grounds and towards the high street and Mustafa's takeaway.
When I got there the takeaway was closed but that didn't surprise me as there wasn't much business for kebabs during the daytime. I knew that Mustafa lived in a flat above the takeaway so I made my way down the narrow, dark passage which ran down the side of the building. Once at the back I found myself in an alleyway which connected the backs of all the shops - it was filled with uncollected rubbish and old boxes and it smelt like urine and rotting food. Holding my nose I made my way to the bottom of some rusty iron stairs which lead up to the first floor of the takeaway building. I hesitated for a moment before, stealing myself, I climbed them slowly until I was standing in front of the door to Mustafa's flat.
From inside I could hear loud music playing. There wasn't a bell so I knocked and waited. Nothing happened and I almost turned around but I managed to suppress my nerves and knocked again, harder. The music stopped and I heard voices. This time I really did almost run back down the stairs but then I heard one of the voices laugh - a smug, annoying laugh - Abdullah! Good I thought, suddenly brave, both of them are here - they're both just as involved and I could tell them both exactly what I thought.
Through the grimy little window in the door I saw a figure approach and then the door was swinging open. Mustafa was wearing tracksuit bottoms and a filthy, once white, vest. For a second he didn't recognise me - I suppose because of my school uniform - but when he eventually did I saw a look of fear come over his face and his eyes flick nervously over my shoulder - as if he was looking to see if I was with someone else.
He was scared! The realisation hit me suddenly. He thought I had told someone - maybe my parents or even the police. He was frightened that I had lead them to him - suddenly I felt kind of powerful. However, his normal smug expression quickly returned.
"Girly like our little video? Girly come for some more?" He said.
"I've come to talk Mustafa." I said firmly.
He just smiled and opened the door wider. He didn't move back very far forcing me to brush closely against him as I stepped inside. From that distance I could smell his filthy body - stale sweat and cigarettes - but then I felt the beginnings of heat blossom from between my legs.
Mustafa guided me through his small flat and into his kitchen. It was just as I had expected - filthy and smelly. Old food containers and beer cans littered the floor, the curtains were drawn and the whole place was dingy and stale. As I entered the kitchen I saw Abdullah at a small table, an overflowing ash tray in front of him.
I watched as his face was transformed by an evil, knowing smile when he saw me. His eyes ran slowly up and down my body - taking in my uniform.
"Girly come back for more, eh?" He said smugly. "She only like proper cock now." He laughed as he grabbed his crotch.
Mustafa moved past me and sat down next to Abdullah. I stood and looked at them - what disgusting men they were - old, fat and filthy - and I had let them have sex with me, had let them take my precious virginity, had let them soil my pussy with their sticky seed. My pussy gave a lurch which just confirmed my already pretty firm suspicions - I wanted this and wanted it a lot!
"I saw your video." I said. Pleased with how my voice sounded steady and firm.
"It's a good one, no? We thinking about showing our friends." Said Abdullah, threateningly.
"No, you won't be doing that." I said. They looked a little surprised.
"Maybe, maybe not." Said Mustafa. "It depend on what you do for us."
"I know you think you've got me over a barrel," I began my prepared speech, "but you haven't."
Mustafa started to say something but I raised my hand and he stopped - my confidence grew, I was in control here.
"You made a mistake, you see. You've broken the law and I have evidence." I reached into my bag and put a piece of paper on the table in front of them. On it was a screen capture from the video clearly showing their message to me.
See you on Thursday little whore or we put this on the Internet.
"Now I know you think I won't go to the police because I'd be too scared you'd put the video on the Internet, but you're wrong." My voice was confident. "I would and I'd say you forced me."
"They not believe, video shows you wanted it." Said Abdullah in a satisfyingly worried and defensive tone.
"It does." I agreed, nodding. "But it is also very obvious you blanked out the parts when I asked you to stop. Plus, I will say I pretended to enjoy it because I was scared you would hurt me." I paused, relishing their looks of confusion. "Now, think carefully, who are the police going to believe - me, an innocent, white girl or," I paused again. "you two."
