Elena shut her eyes, oblivious to the ugly slob she was being forced to have sex with. She never heard his grunts and groans nor protested against the rough way he grasped the back of her head and slammed himself repeatedly against her. Instead, she was tuned into the song that was playing in her head, a tune so sweet and melodious. She tried to think of who had recorded the song—it was by one of those old bands from America that played folk music back in the sixties—but their name wouldn’t come to mind. It didn’t really matter what their name was, anyway.
It was such a beautiful song!
Afterwards, the man forced her to let him kiss her hard on the lips then lapped her face all over with his slimy tongue. Just before he left, he bit one of her nipples hard, making her cry out loud.
After the door had closed behind her client, Elena entered the small bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Peering beyond the tired, puffy eyes of a woman she no longer knew, she saw a young girl celebrating her sixteenth birthday. Her sweet sixteen party had definitely been the best day of her life. All her friends were there and she hadn’t a care in the world. She had never wanted that day to end.
Such a glorious day!
A red welt now appeared on her breast along with a pair of bite marks. Her hair and eye makeup were a mess. She took a moment to freshen up a bit, wanting nothing more than a steaming hot shower to remove the smell and memory of the disgusting man from her body. But that was out of the question, of course. She had only ten minutes or so before her next trick arrived.