Forfeited, Part Two
In her car, on the side of a dark residential street Kimi took out her phone to look at the picture one more time. It'd come from an unrecognised number, but it quickly became obvious who it was really from. Now the contact info read "Dirk". She'd wanted to save him as something else, something worse... but looking at the picture, his name was the most disgusting thing she could think up.
The backlight from her phone softly lit up the interior of her car and Kimi nervously glanced around outside, making sure no one could accidently see what she was looking at. Unlocking the device by facial recognition she flicked through to her pictures and tapped on the one that never should have been, her heart thumping. The image filled the screen, and she felt her breath catch as she looked down at it.
Kimi was looking at herself. Despite the cold, hollow terror she felt in her gut, a traitorous fizz of warm excitement flickered deep down as she looked. She did her best to ignore it, but even so, couldn't tear her eyes away from the picture. Nor could she deny the dirty thrill she felt seeing herself in that state. She battled with the warring sides of her mind, feeling her arousal heat up.
All she should be feeling was hatred and betrayal but looking at the picture... Kimi couldn't deny she thought she looked hot.
Stop it. Stop it!
She snapped at herself, unable to pull her eyes away as she looked intensely at the image, which showed her on her knees. Worse, she was naked and cupping her breasts; presenting them as a target for the thick strings of cum Dirk had pumped over her face and body. Her mouth was open, and she looked as if she'd been obediently waiting for him, tongue ready.
Kimi shivered with excitement at that thought. She had been obediently waiting... Dirk had ordered her to get on her knees and do what the picture showed, and she'd obeyed. She remembered how badly she'd wanted to reach between her legs and touch herself while he'd left her there, dripping with his cum. She remembered a little part of her had thrilled at being used that way...
Under the heavy glaze across her face, Kimi could see how flushed her skin was. She looked sweaty, dirty, exhausted and... thrilled. Even just looking at the image without context someone could guess she'd been fucked hard, for a long time before this was taken. She almost bit her bottom lip thinking of the way Dirk had pounded her... How he'd made her cum...
No!
Kimi thought. Dirk had betrayed her by taking this when her eyes were closed and glazed with cum. He had no right to this picture, and it shouldn't exist at all! With a swipe of her finger the offending picture was gone. Not deleted... despite her anger, for some reason she couldn't quite bring herself to get rid of it... Instead she quickly pulled up the text Dirk had sent her with the image. She double checked the instructions, Thursday night, 8pm. Then she double checked she was definitely at the address he'd given.
Details reconfirmed Kimi sighed heavily. She closed her eyes, breathed deep, and tried to stoke the flames of her anger at Dirk's betrayal to give herself some courage, then opened the car door and stepped into the chill night air before she lost her nerve. She locked her car as she started up the short, straight path to the house.
No turning back now
... She told herself, trying to hold onto her courage.
The yard was a mess, but house itself didn't seem too badly kept. Looking at it, it was probably two or maybe three bedrooms Kimi reckoned. She could see lights on within, the yellowy light glowing from behind drawn blinds. She stepped up onto the doorstep and looked for a bell-button, but couldn't see one so instead, her heart fluttering with anxiety, rapped her knuckles against the door. Once, twice, three times...
Kimi waited...
And waited...
Her anxiety started to take hold. Maybe this was the wrong place after all? Or... maybe Dirk was just messing around and having a great laugh at her expense. That thought made her angrier and she growled quietly. Maybe she should just give this up and go home? Honestly, the only reason she hadn't ignored the whole thing was the worry of what would Dirk do with the picture.
Dirk using the picture as private masturbation material was enough to make Kimi angry, but what if he planned to do something worse with it...?
Like post it online.
Kimi thought, her mind going straight to the worst case scenario for her personally. She knocked the door again, three more times, heavier this time. If Dirk put that image online... her life was over. She'd be mortified... It'd be even worse if the company found out. She'd be out of the job for sure!
As Kimi started to reach panic levels the door suddenly opened, the light from within spilling out and causing her to blink her eyes. The sound of male voices talking and laughing reached her. This had to be the wrong place, right? She was sure Dirk would be alone for this... but as her eyes got used to the light, her gaze alighted on Dirk's face, seeing his wide grin. Something in his eyes made Kimi's heart thunder and told her to run... but she didn't. She had to get that picture deleted. She
had
to.
They stood, staring at each other for a few moments until Kimi had enough. She crossed her arms and scowled at Dirk. "I'm here, like you said." She snapped, doing her best to sound defiant despite her fluttering heart. "You going to let me in, or what?"
Dirk chuckled at her display and Kimi couldn't help but think that no matter how angry she got, Dirk would probably never take her seriously. No matter what she said or did now, he already knew every inch of her body, and had thoroughly used it for his pleasure. She could get angry and shout and scream, but Dirk knew what she sounded like on the end of his cock, how she gasped and moaned when she came...
Kimi shoved the self-defeating thoughts aside. He'd done those things to her... but that wasn't all she was. She was more than just holes to be fucked, and right now she was getting increasingly angry.
Make him see how pissed you are
, Kimi thought,
make him respect that so much he forgets how you sounded begging for his cum
...
"Well?" Kimi tried to put as much disgust into the word as possible.
Dirk cocked his head. "Sure." He said, seemingly unshaken by Kimi's belligerence. He held the door wide and stepped aside.
Feeling like she was walking into the lion's den Kimi entered the house, finding herself in a short corridor with a few doors off its sides and one at its end. The doors were shut, save for the end one, which was slightly ajar. Kimi could clearly hear the sound of male voices and now, also, the sound of something softer, wetter... rhythmic... Then an unmistakably feminine gasp...
Are they fucking in there?
Whatever was going on at the end of the corridor became less important as Dirk let the front door close with a bang, making Kimi jump. She spun back to face him, realising belatedly that he was now between her and the exit.
Show him your anger
Kimi reminded to herself. She'd put herself here, against all her better judgement. Now she had to get herself out, and get that picture deleted too.
Kimi narrowed her eyes. "I'm here, Dirk. Now, start talking about deleting that picture."
Dirk's smile didn't waver as he leaned against the front door. "I'm not deleting it, Kimi. That ain't why you're here." As he spoke, his smile became a smirk.
Kimi took a step closer to Dirk, her hands balling into fists. "That's the only reason I'm here. Delete. The. Picture." She said, putting venomous emphasis on the final words.
Dirk spread his hands apologetically. "Kimi," he started, his tone placating in a way that fired Kimi's anger more, "I get it. You wanna keep that picture safe. I mean who wouldn't when they've got as much riding on it as you?"
