EROTICA:HIS SLAVE FOR THE NIGHT (Extreme Domination with Strangers, Bitch Romance Erotic Sex Short Stories Box Set): Bound MMF Menage Bundle (Rough Discipline Adult S&M Series Book 2)

by Amanda Gray

  After curling my hair and putting everything I needed in a purse, I heard the familiar knock on the door. It was similar to how it was back in the day. Stephane and her friend Rachel always showed up in the room and then proceeded to torment me and make me feel like shit. This time however, I had a bit of an advantage. I could leave whenever I wanted, and if I wanted to be alone I could. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone at this point.

  I went to the door and opened it, revealing Stephanie in the sluttiest mini-dress I think I’ve ever seen on her. It was so short that I thought her butt was going to be exposed in it. It was also low-cut, revealing her fake breasts. I knew they were fake; she had a doctor’s note to be gone from classes for two weeks while she had the surgery. After that, she didn’t do any sports and only walked around as needed. They were bigger too, and they were super perky. I didn’t see the appeal of fake tits, but I guess when a girl doesn’t’ have them they can be a real confidence booster.

  “Wow, you actually dressed up for this,” Stephanie said as a greeting. I rolled my eyes at the snarky greeting.

  “Well hello to you too. I dressed up for this. You told me it was a black-tie affair. If I knew the dress code was the sluttiest dress you could find, I would’ve worn something different,” I replied with equal malice. I didn’t really like her, but hey it was better than sitting around all night. I never got to experience the city life here anyways.

  “Ooh you’re so ferocious. I like that. Glad you finally started to stand up for yourself. By the way, Rachel is in the car. We should head out. The party started an hour ago but I love to be fashionably late,” she replied.

  “Yeah I bet you love it when your period is fashionably late too,” I mumbled. Stephanie shot me a dirty look but I just smiled as we walked over to the car. Thankfully it was a nice night out, and if the party sucked I can just hide out in the car or something while I waited. Or I could go and stroll around the park.

  When we got in the limo I sat across from Rachel and Stephanie. Rachel was in a similar black dress, but this one was strapless and showed off her own fake tits. I swear, I don’t know how I got stuck with the fake boobs girls, but apparently I did. Rachel was also tan as hell too, and a part of me wondered if that was even safe for her to do. I shook my head in response; I didn’t really give a shit what they did as long as they didn’t’ rope me into their little games.

  After about an hour drive into the city, we went out of it again. I wondered why in the world we did that, and as if Stephanie read my mind she responded.

  “This is where the party is going to be at. The guy hosting it wanted to have it sat his place. I told him he should just do it at a club, but he didn’t like my response. Oh well, this is the last time I go to one of his shitty parties,” she stated. I looked at her with confusion.

  “Why did you say this party was shitty? Moreover why am I invited then?”

  “Well I felt bad for you. You seem to never get out these days. It’s unhealthy, and I think you really should. You’re not getting any younger you know. Or skinnier,” Stephanie said. Rachel laughed at the comment and I flushed. I hate it when people made fun of my weight.

  “Whatever. I only agreed to this because I’m bored,” I said.

  “Well that’s fine with me.”

  The limo finally pulled into the front entrance of the mansion. I shed in relief as I got out. There was a doorman there that looked at me with a shocked look on his face, but simply let Rachel and Stephanie in. I turned to the man with a questioning glance.

  “What do you want?”

  The doorman looked at me for a second before responding. “Sorry, I just have never seen you before. You don’t seem like the type to come to one of these parties,” he explained.

  “That’s because I don’t. Honestly I find them stupid. But hey, what else is there to do on a Saturday night besides get crunk and hope to god all your problems get better in the company of shallow idiots like these people,” I snapped.

  The doorman laughed as he held the door open for me. “I like your humor. I don’t’ see enough of it these days. Come on in,” he replied. He opened the door and I waltzed right in. I looked around the place, and immediately I felt disgusted.

  This was something like a college frat party except slightly more refined and everyone being a few years older. Yet I could see so many of the same stereotypes staring to pop up everywhere that it was a bit sickening. There were the guys all getting drunk off of the beer and wine, girls trying to throw themselves at every guy, and even the ones who just sat in the corner mumbling to themselves and trying to think of how to get home tonight. it was all there, and I got to see everything. It sickened me, but at the same time I knew that it was true. I was surrounded by fakes and I hated it. I felt like it was best to just sit in the corner and think about something else. Maybe this would all be over soon and I could finally get over all of this. Maybe this was all a dream too, and I was going to wake up from this nightmare in my bed with my Hello Kitty pajamas on and hugging my stuffed frog. Yes I still slept with stuffed animals sometimes, so sue me.

  Yet I knew this wasn’t a dream but a nightmarish reality. I was being sucked into the past that I thought I discarded. Except now instead of some dorky sweater that I bought, I was in a black dress that didn’t’ suit me at all. I liked to dress up, but not in something like this. I preferred dressing up as video game characters more than anything. This wasn’t the type of dress-up I thought I would ever be playing again.

  I started to walk around, heading over to the food table. At least this place had some pretty decent food, and I could just munch on that while I wait this out. I looked over and saw Stephanie and Rachel talking to two guys. Of course they would flirt with other men, they were whores like that. I made a mental note to never go out with these guys ever again, and if they invited me I would run the hell away.

  There was chocolate fountain here though, and after a moment I grabbed a few strawberries and dipped them in chocolate. That would suffice and help me out, at least for the moment. I could tide over my pain and boredom with strawberries. I sat down, but just as I did I looked over. My mouth immediately went agape and I thought about the first place I could run away. There was nowhere though, and I was stuck like an insect n a spider’s web.

  Right across the way from me was my ex-boyfriend Grayson, and right on his arm was a woman that I was all too familiar with. As soon as he looked at me he made his way right over, and I had nowhere to run.

  Chapter Two

  I thought about hiding under the tablecloth for the rest of the night, or at least until he ran away. Yet here he was walking right towards where I was. His girlfriend looked at me with a catlike grin, a ferocious smile that indicated that she won. He had her, and there I was left hanging out to dry.

  When he came over he looked at me with a fake smile, and it was all I could do not to punch him in the face. I really wanted to, don’t get me wrong, but I also knew that doing that could lead me straight out the door. And I didn’t’ have my car with me, so I’d be fucked. Plus I didn’t want to make a really bad impression in front of all the guests either.

  I looked around, trying to see if I could make an excuse to use the bathroom. This place was so big though, and there wasn’t anywhere to run. I was trapped, and after a couple more minutes he finally made his way over to me. He looked at me like a lion baring it’s teeth, like he was the winner and I was the loser. It sadly wasn’t too far from the truth, but I hated to admit that to people and tell them I was weak.

  “Why if it isn’t my pathetic ex Trista,” he stated.

  “Hey there Grayson. What brings you away from your shitty life of playing sports and getting drunk with your douchebag friends?” I replied with the same tone.

  “Well I was here because I’m friends with the host of this party. He and I go way back. By the way, did you gain more weight? I can’t believe that me breaking up with you could make you look even more pathetic than it did before,” h
e replied.

  I was fuming at this point. How dare he make fun of my weight when he was a bit chubby as well. Sure he was a football player, but he was also a lineman and most linemen were extremely built and looked huge. Grayson was no exception, but it seemed like he got bigger since I last saw him.

  “Well I need to keep myself big. I have to make sure I’m able to continue to look great while on and off the filled. Besides, Gina loves the way I look. Don’t you?” he replied. He turned to her and she blushed and smiled her fake smile.

  “Oh I do. He loves having a sexy and skinny supermodel as a girlfriend,” she simply replied. I hated how she looked. She was so skinny that I thought she had an eating disorder, and she also had fake bleach-blonde hair and fake little blue eyes that were probably contacts. She was the epitome of fake and I wanted to punch her with my chubby hands.

  “I bet he does. So has his fat ass broken your back yet Gina?” I asked with malice in my throat. If he was going to be a dick then two could play at that game.

  “No because I don’t have to worry about dying by whales like how I felt when I was with you. Seriously though, you should lose weight Trista. You’ll never be on top if you don’t. Yes I mean that both sexually and in the realm of popularity as well,” he said.

  I wanted to punch him so badly. Yet as I looked around the guards watched me with a wary eye. They would love to kick my fat ass out if they saw me do one thing wrong. I totally didn’t belong here.

  I never belonged anywhere. Not only was I fat, but I was also a loser too. I was so different from everyone that it hurt me to think about it. Now that I was in front of so many people I could see even more now why I was so different. They all loved a different world, a world of normal people that I didn’t’ seem to be a part of. That’s why I didn’t like associating with people in person, and the best people in my book to deal with were the ones who were online and who didn’t have to view you with some warped idea that’s been spread around by so many different little fucktards.

  “Well we better get going. Besides, I think Gina and I want to celebrate our health and how great we look. By the way Trista, where’s your date? Is he invisible?” he asked.

  I blushed at those words. I haven’t had a date in a very long time. Most men didn’t attract me, and when they found out about my obsession with video games and Japan I was pretty much an outcast regardless of everything. I tried to talk to nearby boys as well, but even they found me too weird in some cases, especially with my desire to read certain types of comics and such. I was a loser, and if I did find love ever again I probably would think it was fake or I would jump for joy. Either way though, it was like I didn’t know what to do and I was stuck in this rut of trying to fix what I didn’t have.

  “I don’t have one,” I said.

  “Really? So you came here alone? Wow you are pathetic,” he replied.

  “Shut the fuck up. I came with Stephanie and Rachel. They invited me out and I decided to go with them. I didn’t know I would be at such a shitty party. If that was the case I would’ve rather stayed home,” I said. it was the truth; I did think home would be more attractive at this point then this failure of a party and my attempt at trying to be cool enough for something like this.

  “You’re not cut out for this Trista. You rely on them too much and I think they just want to use you. They want to see you cry, and so do I. You’re pathetic, and you should be ashamed of yourself. You should go home you fat fucking cow,” he said.

  I was about to respond but he walked away before I could. I really wanted to punch him, and I could feel my fists becoming closed. I told myself not to though; it wasn’t worth it and I didn’t need to use my energy on such a harmful guy. He was bad karma, and I didn’t need to think about bullshit like that. I had better things to do anyways.

  I went back and started to eat more of my strawberries, not giving a fuck what anyone thought of me. So what if I was fat? It’s not like I can magically get rid of the fat at the push of a button. I tried to, but most of the time working out just made me feel worse and I didn’t like doing it in front of people. I also got nervous when the trainers were extremely condescending towards me and my fatness. I hated it. I wanted to just die when they did that, but they left me there and continued their onslaught on my body and making fun of it inadvertently. I didn’t know what to do, so I just left it the way it was.

  I sat around trying to get Grayson off my mind. It was hard to though; he was the guy who dumped me for a slutty supermodel. We dated in college and he told me that I was the best girlfriend that he ever had. He was condescending towards me though and he wanted me to lose the weight that I had. However it was hard to because it took a lot of work and I didn’t have any support from him. Yet he begged me to and told me that if I didn’t he would leave me one day. I didn’t’ know if he was serious or not until the day I walked into my dorm and saw him fucking Gina there. I was shocked, and I told them to get out. Obviously I cried and ate ice cream after that, and it’s been hard to get rid of the pounds then more than ever. I did lose a tiny bit of weight, but it was nothing compared to the weight that I had put on because of the stress and lack of support from people.

  I remember when that happened and what the result of telling my so-called friend was. I told Rachel and Stephanie, but they just dismissed it and they said that I brought it on myself. It wasn’t funny, and frankly I told them to get the hell out of my life when they said that. After that I moved off campus and finished my degree while working as a secretary. I then got the job I have today working as a cubicle bitch for a very prestigious company. I have a very comfortable life financially, but I don’t know what to do about the other parts.

  I did do a google search of Gina after that. I found out she was a very popular model at the school, and she recently got a huge contract with some underwear and swimwear companies. I saw some of her pictures, and although she was a twig and I thought she would break at any moment, she did look pretty in them. I envied her prettiness, and frankly I wanted to be like her even though I didn’t’ want to have the eating disorder that was obvious with her. I hated her though, and I hated Grayson more than anyone in the world after that.

  Soon after I saw her hanging around all my friends, and they treated her better than they treated me. I was sick of it, and after my third and last attempt at going to a college party I went home and decided to become a hermit. That was the life that I wanted, and although I hated everyone they did cause me to realize that I wasn’t suited for normal company. I liked being alone, and that was what I thought was best for me.

  I continued to eat for a bit before realizing how stupid this all was. Why was I even here? I wanted to leave. However, just as I was about to I heard some music start to play and someone announce somebody coming in. It was probably some sort of socialite that had the IQ of a twig. Yet when I looked up, it was none other than Ethan Gray.

  Immediately Stephanie and Rachel ran over to me, pointing at him. “Look at him, isn’t he gorgeous?” Stephanie said.

  “He is,” I replied. That was the understatement of the year. He was super sexy, and I was shocked at how he looked. He seemed like the perfect guy, and he was only a few feet in front of us. He had dazzling blown hair that was dark and hung over his face, along with beautiful icy blue eyes. His body was very toned from all the pictures online that I’ve seen of him, and he had a very pretty smile. He was the youngest billionaire to date, and all the women wanted him. It was pretty obvious why, but most of them thought they might have a chance with him. I knew that wasn’t the case, but he was a very nice piece of eye candy for the evening. Even though he probably won’t give me the time of day I could still admire him from afar.

  However, he started to make his way over to us and I looked at him with shock. Stephanie and Rachel started to make their boobs look bigger, and it was obvious they had fake tits. Yet Ethan completely ignored them and made his way over to me, and instead of telling me off he simply looked at me w
ith a smile on his face.

  ‘You look like a new face. I’m Ethan Gray,” he stated.

  I was in shock. What the hell was I doing? I was standing in front of one of the richest men in the world, and here he was giving me the time of day. I don’t know if this is a sweet dream or a hellish nightmare, but I was going to jump on this.

  ‘Hey there. I’m Trista,” I replied nervously.

  “That’s a really pretty name. Say do you want to dance? I think you are the prettiest girl here,” he stated.

  I was in shock. I could tell form the looks Stephanie and Rachel gave me that they were pissed. Rachel stopped playing with her brown hair and gave me daggers and Stephanie stopped pretending to be nice and instead gave me the bitchiest look ever. But at the moment I felt something different. I didn’t give a shit anymore. I was the popular girl here at this moment, and they were nothing but washed-up has beens.

  “Sure. I would love to,” I replied.

  Ethan smiled and I could see the perfect pearly whites. He grabbed my hands and started to pull me to the dance floor, and I knew that right then and there tonight was going to be a night I would never forget.

  Chapter Three

  I was led to the floor by him and we started to slow dance. I was trying so hard not to trip or make an ass of myself, but I knew that there was no way in hell that I couldn’t. However, I was riveted by Ethan’s eyes and I was completely enthralled by all this. It felt like a dream, but I knew that it wasn’t at this point. I was touching him, and he was touching me.