program were obese. I held my arms up to the mirror like a body builder. I wasn’t without tone; I was just thin. I’d been told I was ‘cute’, whatever that meant. I suspected it had something to do with the fact that I still looked adolescent.
I made a note to myself to start working out and drinking weight gain protein drinks. I did want to have sex again at some point in time. It had been a while since I’d had a relationship. I thought about it for a minute. I hadn’t been with a girl since high school. My physics lab partner, Cynthia. I made a mental note to look her up. Last I’d heard, she went to Cal Tech.
After a quick shower, I pulled on my bathrobe and went downstairs to get dressed. In my khaki pants and short-sleeved collared shirt, I slung my backpack over my shoulders and hopped to my scooter.
I had an appointment with a pornographer.
Chapter Seven: Zoe
My eyes burst open when a hand forcefully covered my mouth. Another hand reached between my legs and pulled at the fabric of my panties. Chris’s weight crushed my body into the mattress. I flailed with my arms, scratching at his face. He caught them and held them over my head.
My heart thumped violently, and I screamed under his sweaty palm. My voice didn’t carry beyond muffled whines. How did he get in my room? Shock that he would try this with five other people in the house gripped my chest, and I felt stunned into submission.
Stunned inaction only lasted a moment until he moved his hand to grope me again. I punched and kicked at him with all my strength. I could smell the liquor on his breath as he panted in my face.
Chris was far bigger than I was and much stronger. Thankfully, his drunkenness made him slow. I made contact with his crotch. He grunted and rolled off me, moaning insults. Still fully dressed and hazy from drinking, I grabbed my purse and ran into the hall. I heard him behind me as I sprinted down the stairs, barefoot. A pair of someone else’s flip-flops sat near the door, and I grabbed them as I ran outside.
I could hear him behind me as I sprinted down the street with the flip-flops in one hand and my purse in the other. He shouted after me, but I didn’t turn to see if he’d followed. I rounded the corner into the business district. Nothing was open this late at night except the grocery store several blocks up the street.
I ran past the cafés and dress shops until I came to the lights of the grocery store. Ducking inside, I found a bench and dialed Stacy’s cell phone as I gulped air into my lungs.
It rang, but she didn’t pick up. Damn it. There was no way I was going back to that house, like ever. I looked around the grocery store squinting under the florescent lights.
“Are you alright, miss?” asked the pasty, young night clerk behind the checkout counter. His face showed concern. I was still panting from my sprint down the street.
“I’m fine. I was just groped by my jerkoff house mate,” I said, not knowing why I’d told him. Maybe hearing myself say it aloud made me feel safer.
“Should I call the police?” he asked, his brows knitting together. I hadn’t even thought about calling the police. All my stuff was still back at the house. I didn’t know if getting the cops involved would make it easier or harder to get my stuff back. Max might decide to confiscate everything, claiming I broke my rental agreement.
“Um, no. It’s okay. He didn’t get far.”
“Still, ma’am. You need to protect yourself. It isn’t alright for him to do that to you.”
“I know. I’m getting out of that house. I’ll just get a room in a hotel or something. Do you know of a really cheap hotel close by here?”
“Over on Aurora. But you probably don’t want to stay in that part of town.”
“It’s fine. Thanks.”
I found the address of a cheap hotel, bought a bottle of cold coffee, and went to wait for the bus. I didn’t have enough money in the bank to be particular
I made a note to myself to start working out and drinking weight gain protein drinks. I did want to have sex again at some point in time. It had been a while since I’d had a relationship. I thought about it for a minute. I hadn’t been with a girl since high school. My physics lab partner, Cynthia. I made a mental note to look her up. Last I’d heard, she went to Cal Tech.
After a quick shower, I pulled on my bathrobe and went downstairs to get dressed. In my khaki pants and short-sleeved collared shirt, I slung my backpack over my shoulders and hopped to my scooter.
I had an appointment with a pornographer.
Chapter Seven: Zoe
My eyes burst open when a hand forcefully covered my mouth. Another hand reached between my legs and pulled at the fabric of my panties. Chris’s weight crushed my body into the mattress. I flailed with my arms, scratching at his face. He caught them and held them over my head.
My heart thumped violently, and I screamed under his sweaty palm. My voice didn’t carry beyond muffled whines. How did he get in my room? Shock that he would try this with five other people in the house gripped my chest, and I felt stunned into submission.
Stunned inaction only lasted a moment until he moved his hand to grope me again. I punched and kicked at him with all my strength. I could smell the liquor on his breath as he panted in my face.
Chris was far bigger than I was and much stronger. Thankfully, his drunkenness made him slow. I made contact with his crotch. He grunted and rolled off me, moaning insults. Still fully dressed and hazy from drinking, I grabbed my purse and ran into the hall. I heard him behind me as I sprinted down the stairs, barefoot. A pair of someone else’s flip-flops sat near the door, and I grabbed them as I ran outside.
I could hear him behind me as I sprinted down the street with the flip-flops in one hand and my purse in the other. He shouted after me, but I didn’t turn to see if he’d followed. I rounded the corner into the business district. Nothing was open this late at night except the grocery store several blocks up the street.
I ran past the cafés and dress shops until I came to the lights of the grocery store. Ducking inside, I found a bench and dialed Stacy’s cell phone as I gulped air into my lungs.
It rang, but she didn’t pick up. Damn it. There was no way I was going back to that house, like ever. I looked around the grocery store squinting under the florescent lights.
“Are you alright, miss?” asked the pasty, young night clerk behind the checkout counter. His face showed concern. I was still panting from my sprint down the street.
“I’m fine. I was just groped by my jerkoff house mate,” I said, not knowing why I’d told him. Maybe hearing myself say it aloud made me feel safer.
“Should I call the police?” he asked, his brows knitting together. I hadn’t even thought about calling the police. All my stuff was still back at the house. I didn’t know if getting the cops involved would make it easier or harder to get my stuff back. Max might decide to confiscate everything, claiming I broke my rental agreement.
“Um, no. It’s okay. He didn’t get far.”
“Still, ma’am. You need to protect yourself. It isn’t alright for him to do that to you.”
“I know. I’m getting out of that house. I’ll just get a room in a hotel or something. Do you know of a really cheap hotel close by here?”
“Over on Aurora. But you probably don’t want to stay in that part of town.”
“It’s fine. Thanks.”
I found the address of a cheap hotel, bought a bottle of cold coffee, and went to wait for the bus. I didn’t have enough money in the bank to be particular
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