"Oh look at you, you're finally coming up! Don't worry, it won't last for long."
"Who am I? Where are you? Tch, tch, tch, soo disrespectful. I thought you'd at least remember when I told you my name, but clearly you're even more of a lightweight than I thought."
"Meghan's party, yeah, that's right. You were just too cute. Flittering around, shaking that cute ass all up and down the dance floor. I think you had maybe three drinks, tops, and you were gone halfway through the second one."
"That's where it goes fuzzy? Poor thing. Well, let me help. You danced your way over to where I was standing, and you tried to hit on me, but you hiccuped halfway through your line and started giggling. I placed a hand on your lower back to pull you a little closer, saw your eyes go even glassier than they already were, and you blushed. It was honestly pretty sweet."
"Do you remember what I did? It's why we're here now. I cocked my knee forward, and laid my open palm on it. I leaned forward, and whispered in your ear, and asked if this was what you needed. Your eyes darted away, and you blushed harder, and you swayed a little on your feet, but when I whispered for you to show me, your hips told the truth. God your panties were soaked under that skirt. Thanks for those, by the way."
"Oh, my, GOD, you're so cute when you panic. It does seem a little breezy in here, doesn't it? Ooh, shhhh, it's okay, don't worry about the ropes, they're just there to make sure we can have this conversation first. It's adorable that you were staring at me so much you didn't notice them holding your wrists to the bedposts. Yes, I took your panties after I tossed you in the back of my car. You passed out while we were walking to it, and I couldn't help wanting a little taste before we got back to my place."
"Awwww, look at the pretty little femme, realizing what she's gotten herself into. Stop struggling, slut. I know what you wanted. You wanted to get sloppy drunk, and shove that pretty little pussy against the fingers of the first bad influence with a carabiner, wolf cut and tats you could find. You wanted me to take advantage of you, use you like the soft, sheltered, freshman, church-girl rape-bait you are, and give you something to almost remember when you lay in bed at night and rub yourself stupid instead of cringing at the thought of whatever gross Jesus freak bible boy peer pressured you to second base after senior prom night."
"Don't worry, I'm not stalking you. I guessed what you wanted all the way back at the party, and you mumbled the high school drama intermittently on the drive here in between bouts of deliriously dry-humping the leather seats. Well, wet humping, I guess. You taste delicious, by the way."
"Yep, that's all I've got to say about that. Oh I know you'll do anything. I'm counting on it. Don't worry, like I said, I know what you are. I know what you need. You were still pretty out of it when I brought you in here, but I gave you a couple more drinks before I tied you down. They'll kick in any second now, and that foxy little whore with nineteen years of repression to undo will be back. Welcome to college parties, sweetheart. Your actions have consequences now."
"You're lucky, though. Tonight, consequences is a tall butch who wants to feel you gush on her fingers till you can't breathe. Tonight, consequences is me ruining you, body and mind, so that every time you feel that heat, for the rest of your life, this night will haunt your memories. You'll almost remember staring into my eyes as my hand closes on your throat. You'll almost remember me shoving my tongue into every single one of your tight little holes. You'll almost remember me whispering in your ear as I rape orgasm after orgasm out of your poor abused cunt, and one day far off in the future you'll cry out as some other girl in boxers and a sports bra manages to get you off because after an hour of trying to resist it, you finally thought back to this night, and how lucky you were that I was the one who took advantage of you."
