Intro

The sound of music fills my ears and the bright light illuminates my body on stage, highlighting every curve and the tightness of my perfectly sculpted body. The culmination of all my hard work. It's the payoff I crave every night. The eyes devouring my soul, looking at me as an object of their desires.

I free the clasp of my lacy red cloth; my ample breasts are now free. I throw it out to the crowd and the money flies onto the stage. The approval stirs inside of me.

I get on my hands and knees and roll in the green paper. I slip my finger under the gusset of my almost non-existent lace thong panties. The fabric clings to my wet lips. I have to resist the urge to pull the fabric away from my lustful, crying slit.

The need for exposure burns my soul hot. The words burrowed deeply in my brain: "One more slip up and you're gone! No full nudity!" I flip back over to my knees and seductively crawl to the crowd of men sitting by the stage. Shaking my tits in their faces, one man goes to touch; I subtly shake my head no and he pouts but sits back.

My pulse quickens with his obedience. I make my way around the stage in a fog of my own desire. My crotch is hot with arousal. I stand at the center of the stage and begin to rub myself for the crowd, turning my red panties a deep crimson. Then, as my climax builds, it takes every shred of willpower I have, but I stop and make my way around the stage one more time.

I bend over to have the men insert the bills into the string of my thong. He does as instructed as I open the string on my hip.

Then I roll to my back, spreading my legs for the next patron. Then I see him, the man from before. Like a good little puppy earning his reward, I open the front of my panties, allowing him to saturate the green paper on my leaking hole. He broke the rules.

His fingers plunge deep into my lustful hole. I take no pleasure in the violation. In a quick instant, I kick directly for his face, catching the corner of his eye and scratching the side of his face with my heel.

"You fucking creep! Don't fucking touch me!" I storm off stage, leaving all the money. Then three very large men grab the creep, holding his bloody face, and walk him out of the club screaming obscenities.

"Abigail! You're fucking done! Get your fucking shit and get out!"

"Fuck you, Frank. Have fun with blow jobs from Heather! I hope her fucked-up teeth cut your dick off!"

I strip off my panties and throw them across the room. "God, I fucking hate these things!"

I put on my skirt that barely covers my ass and my tiny pink shirt and walk to my car.

"You know, when you act like a whore, you can't be shocked when you're treated like one!" Lisa says with cruel delight on her breath.

"Lisa, if you ever call me a whore again, I'll shove my fist up that bony fucking ass. You're just jealous I make the most money."

"You never even collect from the stage! Fucking freak! What are you even here for?"

Those words.

Fuck you, Lisa.

I get in my car and leave. I get to my apartment and see my neighbor looking out his window.

"Everywhere's a stage," I whisper, the pulse quickening low inside me.

I fumble with my keys, then widen my stance until the skirt hikes up my thighs.

I bend toward the keyhole, taking my time, delaying the payoff for both of us.

When the door finally opens, I reach back, drag my hand up my leg, and flip the skirt all the way up my back.

I do not look back.

I do not need to.

I can feel the eyes in my soul.

I slowly stand, let the skirt fall back down, and walk into my apartment.

Once inside, I lean heavily against the door.

My body is still burning from the hallway, from the window, from knowing he saw.

My clothes hit the floor.

"Fuck this."

I make my way to my computer and unlock it.

My page is still open.

AbigailHarrison69.

My legal name.

Me.

The thought of them watching pulls a giggle out of me. I tilt the camera down, and my voice turns bright and sugary.

"I'm so happy everyone is here!"

My ears are ringing; white noise fills my empty room. The moans bounce off the walls and echo against the drywall.

I plunge my fingers deep into my tight pussy. I furiously run my fingers in and out, savoring the buildup. I find the spot within that makes my ecstasy burst out from my core. I pull my fingers from my hot, throbbing cunt and begin to rapidly rub my clit with three stiff fingers.

Then the eruption bursts from within me. Finally, my release.

My head shoots back and my mouth opens wide. I grab my tits with my free hand, squeezing my nipples until they turn red.

"FUCK!!!!!" I moan in my soft, high-pitched persona.

The fabric on my chair absorbs some of the heavy stream. The rest begins to pool between my cheeks. I dip my hand into the puddle and lick my fingers. "I really hope you guys enjoyed the-" my voice cracks back to normal.

Connection can't be established.

My heart plummets.

"No one saw…" I whisper.

I get up and lie on my bed, then drift to sleep.

"Fuck you, Frank!"

Wednesday

BANG BANG BANG

I wake up frantically.

"Fuck!"

BANG BANG BANG

I get out of my bed, a disheveled mess. Then I stride to the door.

"What the fuck is going on!" I scream at the blistering assault on my front door.

"You're three months behind on your fucking rent! You have till Friday to pay me or you can get the fuck out!" The large, portly man stands firm and red-faced.

"Are you sure we-"

I get really close to him, brushing my tits on his arm, my nipples tickled by his fine hairs.

Then I lean in and whisper seductively.

"Can't work something out?"

He whispers in my ear, "If I want a whore, I'll go buy one. You're not worth $3500," then walks away.

I'm not worth it.

I stand outside my door naked. "I'm not a fucking whore!"

"GET ME MY MONEY OR GET THE FUCK OUT!" he yells, walking down the stairs.

I slam the door in anger. "Fuck!"

Can I be normal for five fucking minutes?

Maybe a real job this time.

"You seem great, but before I have you come down for an interview, do you have any felony convictions?"

"Uhm… yeah, arson."

"Sorry, uhm, arson? May I ask what happened?"

"I set a gas station on fire," I say very quietly.

"You said you burned down a gas station?"

"Well, it wasn't the fucking pumps, but yeah."

"Uhm, yeah, sorry, we can't have someone with arson on their record! Good luck."

"Oh yeah, fuck you too!"

Click

I look at my phone.

Six minutes.

"Fucking McDonald's won't even hire me! Let's see what this farmhand job is."

Ring

Ring

Ring.

"Hello!"

"Oh, hello m-"

"Where's my fucking money? The bank told me you ain't a fucking prince!"

"Oh, uhm, wow. What the fuck. We're going to restart that. My name is Abigail, and I'm calling about your farmhand listing." I try to keep my composure.

"Oh yeah! Sorry about that. Damn phone's been ringing all week with that prince shit. You're interested in the job?"

"Yeah, I love animals! So it might be fun. When can I come down for an interview?"

"Well, how about this: you throw on some clothes you don't mind gettin' dirty, and I'll pay you for the day. If you like it, come back tomorrow."

"Oh ok, I'll be there in about 45 minutes!"

"Great, see ya then!"

"Oh! I didn't catch your na-"

"Mary! I can't find this damn button! My eyes do-"

"If you tell me about that fucking mule one mor-" The annoyed woman begins to tear into her odd husband before the call finally goes dark.

Click

"Well, Mary found the button." That was weird.

I run to find something to wear. I look through the stacks of cardboard boxes littering my room. Finally, I find a pair of jean shorts and a white t-shirt. It's tight and shows my pointing nipples, but that's part of the fun.

The Game

"Alright, let's get going!"

I drive out of town to the cute little farm. I get out of my car.

"Awe, look at all the horses and the cows!" I start snapping pictures.

The rough man meets me in front of the farmhouse.

"You must be the little lady I talked to on the telephone! My name is Billy Jones!"

"Yes, I'm Abigail, sir."

"What!? You're going to need to speak up a little bit when you're talking to me, honey! I got kicked in the head by a mule some years back, and things just don't work the same no more!"

"Oh… fuck. Yeah, my name is Abigail, sir!"

I say loudly, but I'm puzzled.

"Alright, Abigail, you see that boy down yonder? Not the dark one."

"Oh yeah, the tall white one?" Even from a distance, he piques my curiosity.

"Yeah, that one's Henry! He's going to be in charge of you until you get the hang of things. I don't do much workin' anymore, so he makes this place run. Let me know if you need anything. Come see me at the end of the day for your pay!"

"Ok, thank you, sir."

"Stop it with all that 'sir' shit. My name's Billy."

"Oh… Jesus, uhm."

"If you need to, just call me Mr. Jones."

"Okay, that sounds good."

I shake the rough man's hand and prance off through the pasture toward my new boss. I glance back at the odd man a few times.

I get closer to the beautiful man. He is built like a truck. His chest is chiseled, his arms are defined, not a scrap of fat on him. Muscles that you only get with manual labor. I stop and look into his blue eyes like oceans.

"Hi… I'm Abigail. Mr. Jones sent me to you…"

I say with a hitch in my breath and my knees a little shaky. I extend my hand.

He drops the feed he was carrying, wipes his forehead, strips off his gloves, scoops out the tobacco in his mouth, and throws it to the ground almost at my feet.

"My god, Billy does love me. He went out and got me a hooker for all the hard work I've been doing. Go ahead and give me about 5 minutes, Tits, and we'll go find a nice place to screw!"

My eyes go wide. But god, it's tempting. I can taste the words.

"Oh shit… what the fuck, I'm not a who-"

"Relax, Billy told me you was starting today."

"Oh, okay, but don't call me that. What do you need me to start with?"

"Well, if you ain't going to blow me, then you can go ahead and fill the water trough over there."

"Yes, sir!"

I pull my hair back, drop to my knees, smirk, and open my mouth.

He freezes.

Then his hand goes to his button.

He looks around.

He stalls.

The words sit hot on my tongue.

Do it.

"Oh, sorry," I say, standing with a smile. "A little shy, I see."

I skip away and look back.

His deep blue eyes never break contact with… me.

"I guess he's all talk," I hum to myself.

Then he smiles back, almost as if he forgot to.

I get over to the hose and stare blankly at the pump spigot.

"Need some help?"

A smaller farmhand with messy black hair jogs over. He's adorable and refreshing. My heat begins to subside.

"I'm Robby. Nice to meet you. The boss said a new girl was starting today. I just didn't think they'd be so- I mean, you-"

His eyes dart to my chest. Oh, okay.

"Sorry."

I make a point of tracing his eyes with mine for him.

I giggle.

"Hi, Robby. I'm Abigail."

I offer my hand. He looks down at his muddy fingers.

"Mine are filthy."

"Here."

I kneel down and press my hand into the mud beside the pump.

"Now we're even."

A grin spreads across his face.

"Fair enough."

We shake. Then I notice it: four circles.

"Is that a paw print?"

"Oh yeah, it's a tradition. It's a brand."

"That's fucking weird. Alright, how do I work this thing?"

"Oh yeah, it totally is."

Robby grabs the hose for me.

"I'll hold the hose. You just pump that handle a few times."

I start working the bright red handle. His eyes are glued to my tits, then he looks over to his arm.

"Like this?" I upset him.

"Yeah, just keep going, just like-"

A blast of warm water explodes from the hose.

"Oh shit!" Robby yells out.

My white shirt clings instantly to my skin, exposing me to him.

"Fuck!" he continues to panic.

He drops the hose. Before I can react, his hands land on my chest, trying to protect my modesty.

Everything goes silent. My ears ring. I stare down.

"Robby... what are you doing?"

His face immediately drains of color.

"I... I..."

"Please remove your hands from my tits."

His eyes go wide and he jerks backward.

"Oh fuck. I'm so sorry."

"Right."

I say coldly, staring at the small handprints of mud covering my cute white shirt.

I slowly strip the shirt off. My boobs sit proud on my chest.

I've never seen a face so red before. I cock my brow at his reaction. He doesn't see. Then he turns around.

I wring out my shirt and the water falls into the saturated grass. "Now you turn around?"

"Uhm… I'm sorry…" he stumbles away.

"I'll just be over in the mule pen if you need anything," he calls out.

"Is that boy a massive perv, or just stupid?" I put my damp shirt back on before Henry sees the show.

But he is kinda cute. I smile to myself, looking down at the faded handprints. I fill the trough like I was instructed and notice that my shirt has now dried out.

I look around to make sure no one's watching. Then I turn the hose on myself, soaking the fabric to the point where I might as well be topless.

I reach up and tweak my sensitive nipple and I shudder.

"Oh wow, look at you! I see you took a bath!"

"Robby did it. It was an accident. I think."

"Oh yeah, that boy is dumber than a box of rocks. He couldn't have done that on purpose if he tried! Fuck, look at those tits! Billy needs to give that boy a raise."

He reaches out to touch my nipple with a strong, rough hand.

"Excuse you! Don't touch me!"

He grabs my shirt and lifts it.

"Oh, so look but don't touch."

"Fuck off!"

I step out of his reach.

"Look from here!"

"Calm down, Tits. I'm just teasing you. I'm more of an ass guy anyways!"

"Well, I've got a pretty good one of those too, but no fucking touching!"

Henry isn't looking at my tits anymore… he is looking at me.

"Uhm, what can I do now?"

"You see that cow over there?"

"The big all-black one?"

"Yeah, go over there and milk it."

I look at him blankly.

"Go over there, grab its teat, and work it up and down."

"You're fucking with me…"

"Nope. After a while, it'll fill this bucket. Get this bucket filled, then come back to me."

He hands me the bucket and I make the long trek over to the cow. I place the bucket between its legs and start looking for the "teat." I move my hand around until this red thing starts to appear from a tuft of fur.

"Oh, this must be it."

I grab the thing as instructed and begin to work it up and down. I squeeze it tightly and the animal makes a loud, angry sound. I release some of the pressure and it seems happier. I begin to stroke it up and down.

"Hey, what are you doing to that steer?"

"What do you want, Robby?"

I stand up and advance on him. I lift my shirt to expose the objects of his desire.

"What, you came over because you want to see these again! Am I just a fucking whore to you guys!"

My face grows red with my outburst and the fire begins to intensify inside me. The release.

His face turns red again and he stops. I go back to stroking the animal.

"Uhm… holy shit, uhm, no, sorry. Uhm, you can't do that?"

"I can't milk a fucking cow, Robby!"

"Ah, shit."

He grabs my hand.

"Stop fucking touching me, Robby!"

"That's not a cow, Abigail!" His tone softens at the end. "You're jerking off a bull."

I stare at the thing in my hand, then I recoil.

"HENRY! YOU FUCKER!"

"FUCK YOU, ROBBY!"

Henry yells across the farm.

"Here, Robby. If I'm so much of a joke for you guys, how about I sit here and watch you jerk the fucking bull off!"

I throw the bucket at him and storm off.

"I've got to go see what kind of twisted shit Henry wants me to do now!"

I walk up behind him while he's in the middle of the pasture. In my fit of anger, I get on my knees.

"Hello, master. What degrading act do I need to do now?"

I say with all the venom and disdain I can spew from the very core of my being. It catches my eye. His brand, a horseshoe.

"Does it-"

He seizes the opportunity before I even realize I gave him one.

His hot urine rains down on me. His stream hits my neck and runs down my chest. The shock sends a chill through me. I throw my head back, clench my eyes, and grit my teeth.

I linger.

He catches it.

He does bite.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" I go to hit him. "When you act like a whore" plays on repeat in my brain, physically making my vision blur in blind fury. I turn on my heels and walk away.

This man is twisted. I can feel the slick sensation of my lips rubbing against each other as I walk. Maybe it's just the piss. Or maybe so am I.

"Where do you think you're going!"

"You're not the only one that has to piss!" Then, almost out of compulsion, I undo my pants and wiggle my ass out of them. The wind hitting my bare cunt is tantalizing.

I bend over and, with my middle finger, reach around. Then I run my finger from my clit all the way up my slit. Then I turn around, suck my finger, and stick it out to Henry.

Again, he's not looking at my pussy but watching my display. But I can see his cock hard from here.

I make it to the barn to find a secluded spot. I see all of the stables empty. I see a nice bed of hay in the corner of one of the stables behind the plywood wall.

"FUCK! Finally!" I say out loud. I take off my wet clothes. I'm standing completely naked in the stall. Then I press my shirt to my face and take in the smell of the salty fluid. My hands go to my throbbing nub. I rub it in fast, tight circles. "Henry! Fuck you! God, fuck you, HENRY!"

Then I begin to let go of my bladder into my hand. I rub the hot liquid onto my tits. I go back for another fill of my sinful stream and run it up my tight stomach. "Henry!" escapes my lips with a moan.

I bury my fingers into my throbbing opening and begin to satisfy my carnal, burning desire.

"Abigail?! Are you alright?" Robby walks aimlessly.

"Fuck, not now! Just a little longer! Fuck off, Robby!" I shut my eyes and whisper to myself as I pick up the speed, trying to finish my business. Then I hear footsteps in the barn.

"Abigail! Henry sent me to look for you in here. Are you okay?" He's still mindlessly calling into the void.

"FUCKING ROBBY! I was so close!" I throw on my shirt and get my pants around my ankles.

He pokes his head into my stall and sees me with my back arched, trying to pull my tight jeans up my legs. He gets a clear sight of my red, arousal-swollen lips and pronounced throbbing clit.

"ROBBY! CAN'T I FUCKING PISS IN PRIVATE!"

"Oh… Ab… Uhm… I'm so sorry!" He hides his face, brighter red than my pussy, and runs out of the stall, hitting his head on the gate and falling down.

"Fuck! Robby, are you alright?"

I look at him and tears well up in his eyes.

"Yeah, it didn't hurt."

"Why are you always around me?"

"Henry sent me to find you. He said something about you getting lost in a hole."

"Asshole."

"Oh, I'm sorry…"

"Not you, stupid. Henry!"

"Oh. Alright."

"Okay, you good? I have a word with Henry!"

"Uhm, sure."

I offer my hand. He takes it, and I help him up. My legs are spread too wide, and his knee brushes exactly where I need it. The touch lights me on fire. My knees buckle.

"Are you okay!"

"Just fucking perfect, Robby," I say, adding to his confusion.

I make my way back to Henry.

"Did you finish?"

"What the fuck did you say!"

"You said you had to piss."

"Yeah. Then why'd you send Robby after me!"

"Oh, I didn't want you to get lost in a hole and spend the whole day there," he says with a grin.

"Fuck you. What did you want him to see?" I close the gap and lower my voice, letting the seduction curl around every word. "And if I want to get lost inside my hole-"

He reaches between my legs and I catch his arm, look into his eyes, and get close to his mouth. Before we meet, "No. Fucking. Touching." I breathe each word against his mouth, then step back out of reach.

I give him a grin and he doesn't reciprocate. "What can I do now?"

"You see the Black guy over there? He's Trevor. Go give him a hand job."

"Yes, sir!"

I walk backward, salute him, then flip him off.

He looks startled by my answer.

"Hey, uhm, probably don't actually do that!"

I ignore his protest. Looks like someone just wants me for himself.

I make the long walk over to Trevor. He is a very tall, chiseled man of raw iron. "Oh my" slips past my lips too quickly to catch.

"Hi… I'm-"

"The new girl. Pick up that bag and follow me."

"Oh wow, that was rude. We're going to try that again. My name is Abigail!"

I run my hands down his bare chest.

A bull.

Branded in iron.

"And what's your-"

"Get your hand off me." The voice rampaged through my body. Not loud, but firm.

That is not a suggestion. I slowly move my hand down his body back to my side, still savoring all the skin my touch affords me. "Well, as I was saying-"

"Pick up a bag or go back to flirting with Henry!"

"What if I want to flirt with you?"

I press my hands to his warm, hard stomach, lean my face against his chest, and kick one heel up behind me like I'm too cute to break. Please don't fucking crush me.

His hands close around my waist, his fingertips almost touching, and to my horror, he physically lifts me from the earth and places me an arm's length away from him.

Silently, he grabs a feed bag.

"Arms."

He commands, not suggests.

He drops the bag in my arms.

"Do not touch me." Again, not ambiguous.

"Uhm… okay…"

The bag lands heavy in my arms. I can still feel his hands around my waist, lifting me like I weigh less than the feed. He didn't want me. He moved me. Somehow that makes it worse.

Henry catches my eye from across the farm. Then he flips me off and laughs.

I have to win…

"You can go back over to him. Drop the sack. I'll carry your load."

The huge man hoists three sixty-pound bags of feed and starts walking.

"I am very capable of carrying loads," I hurry after him. "Would you like me to carry your load?"

He stops and turns. One bag is already heavy in my arms. He drops one of his.

Then, to challenge my statement, he holds the two remaining over my bag. Then he raises an eyebrow.

"This is my load."

Softer this time, but with no hint of humor.

"Just fucking walk. Jesus Christ."

He lowers the bags back against his own chest and keeps moving.

"So are you a meathead, a stoic, or just gay?"

The man stops, and I see the break.

I have found something.

"Oh, so you're the one who wants to flirt with Henry then?" I say with a little too much venom.

He drops his bags, letting the bottom one explode under the weight. He grabs my bag.

"Go!"

He turns and walks.

"Hey, you fucking brick!" I grab his bicep.

He drops the bag.

His hand catches under my chin and forces my face up.

My eyes slam shut. My mouth opens. My knees almost go.

No. Fucking no.

My body tries to betray me right there in his hand.

I clench down on it, shaking, and barely keep the last shred of myself from spilling out in front of him.

He recoils as if the touch of my face burned his skin.

I open my eyes and meet his. Whatever he sees there must look like defeat.

The impossible task.

A man I couldn't charm, couldn't shame, couldn't even make want me.

What did I even come over here for? Why did I push so hard?

Then I remember the way he stopped.

The break.

There was power in that.

I look back at him as I turn away.

Henry meets me halfway, almost sprinting now that I'm finally free from the not-so-friendly fucking giant.

"I've seen some whores do some dumb things, but holy shit. That has to take the cake."

"It was effective," I say, still looking back at the man of iron. "And stop calling me a fucking whore."

"Effective? You just got picked up, shut down, and damn near choked out. What the hell was effective about that?"

I smile at him. "You think that man would actually hurt me?" I spring my foot up and lay my head down on the fence and smile at Henry.

"I think that man would rape your fucking puppy in front of you if you pushed him any further."

The statement floors me. A shiver runs through my core.

I don't let it show.

I face Henry and say, confidently, "Woof."

Then I walk off.

"Where the fuck are you going now?"

"We're done for the day, right? Oh, sorry." I raise my hand and jump up and down. "Can I please be dismissed?"

"Yeah, go ahead and collect your whore money for the day."

I stare coldly and begin to walk towards the house.

I walk to Billy, sitting in his rocking chair. He stands and bellows out.

"Well, how was your first day!?"

"It was interesting…"

"How'd the boys treat you? Hopefully not too rough!"

"Well, Henry was interesting, Robby was sweet, and Trevor I REALLY want to get to know!"

"Oh yeah, Henry can be a bit much sometimes! Just let me know if I need to have a talk with him! Well, here's your pay! Hopefully cash is ok. Damn bank is givin' me a fit. There was this thing with a prince and stuff, I don't know."

"Oh… yeah, you said something about that on the phone earlier today."

"Oh yeah, well, a mule kicked me in the head some time ago and everything doesn't always work so good no more. But there's a little extra in there for you. Them boys seemed pretty happy today. I'd like for you to lighten their days up a bit!"

"Ok, Mr. Jones. Sure thing. See you tomorrow."

I say with a giggle. What a strange old man. I turn around and see Henry sitting on the hood of my car.

The heat comes back so fast it scares me.

"Hey, Tits. It's just me and you. How about we go-"

His hand reaches for me.

For one stupid second, my body leans into it.

Then I slap him away.

I grab his cock hard enough to make his grin twitch.

"I said don't fucking touch me."

Then I force myself past him and into the car.

"At least show me your tits!"

"You already saw them!" I yell back.

In the safety of my car, I strip off and throw my soaked shorts at him.

"You can sniff those."

Then I get in my car and drive.

I drive away from the tall, handsomely aggressive man. "What is this place!"

I finally make it home in a haze of pure arousal. My entire body is burning, fire in my loins, my head is swimming, I'm flushed, and I need my release.

I get out of the car in my parking lot and feel the wind run gently between my pussy lips, chilling the liquid running down between my thighs.

"Fuck! I forgot! Damnit, Henry!" I make it to my apartment and see the eyeballs out of the window. This time I do it with confidence. I hike my leg up on the stair railing, press my back against the wall, and spread my pussy lips wide and begin to rub my clit in circles.

I am almost crying as my fingers make contact. The sensation is amazing; the jolt shoots thunder through my body.

The shades around the man's eyes bounce up and down furiously. I smile and make direct eye contact. I lick my fingers and end my show. I make my way into my apartment.

When I'm in the safety of my house, I breathe heavily against the door. "This is me!" I need it now!

I grab my phone. I try to open my streaming site. "Service can not connect." I check my phone; it's disconnected! I throw it across the room and my rage intensifies.

I abandon my desk, freeing my laptop from the stage, and lie on the floor next to my bed. I grab my vibrator and frantically start the broadcast. I say nothing. Viewers are instantly greeted with my now red, throbbing cunt, slick and shining with juices.

I grab my vibrator. The battery light flashes, but I press it against my throbbing clit. I hear my validation.

chime

chime

chime

Donations roll in. The sound fills my head before the ocean of lust takes over my entire body. My blood runs hot. I feel it taking over. The sweet, loud humming of my plastic lover bringing me to bliss…

Then nothing.

The humming dies.

It is stolen from me.

In a fit of blind fury, I throw my toy into the mirror looking in my direction. Like a sick twist of irony, I destroy the reflection between my legs.

"I'm broken."

Then I collapse and sob into the carpet.

"Fuck you, Robby."