Rosie could hear someone jiggle the handle of the restroom. "Give me a second!" she called out. She had gotten a big piece of lint or something equally as painful in her eye. "I'll be right out!" she hollered as she lowered her face to the water streaming out of the tarnished silver faucet in front of her. She rinsed her eye thoroughly, blinking out the excess moisture, grateful that the painful stinging had finally gone away. The door handle continued to jiggle but she ignored it as she patted her face dry. "Some people are so rude." she mumbled to herself.

The sound of the restroom door slamming open put an abrupt stop to her grumbling and caused her to drop the paper towel she was holding. Standing silhouetted at the door was a broad shouldered man.

"Look at what I found." Mac's gravelly voice came from the open doorway. She saw him putting a small metal tool into his front pocket.

Rosie's eyes widened, "M..Mac, this is the girls room." she looked around confused. "it is the girls room right?" Why had he picked the lock?

Mac ignored her question, grinning at her with his blackened teeth as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, locking it with an ominous click. Rosie nervously wiped away a drop of water that was making it's way down her cheek.

"What are you doing? her eyes darted from his amused face to the door and back again.

"I've seen you." he jerked his chin at her. "I've seen you lookin' at me." his grin was wider now.

She shook her head, but the bright red flush of her cheeks gave her away. "I…I…"

"Yeah, I seen you looking real hard."

Rosie swallowed, she had been looking, Mac was the bad boy in town, the really really bad boy, if all the rumors she'd heard about him were true. He was the opposite of everything she'd ever known, the opposite of her Daddy and her clean cut boyfriend. She was curious and despite the obvious signs of drug use, like his teeth and the sores that littered his chest, Mac was a very attractive man.

"Imagine that, the Preacher's girl eye fucking the local drug dealer." he took a couple of steps forward.

She jerked back, shaking her head even harder, the small of her back hitting the porcelain sink behind her.

Mac looked her up and down like a hungry wolf and licked his chops. "You look good to me too. I like that cute little skirt you got on."

Rosie looked down at her modest outfit, her beige skirt was only an inch above her knees and her teal top did not show any cleavage. Looking back up she gasped in surprise, Mac had used her momentary distraction to close the distance between them.

He leaned forward and sniffed her like an animal, "Apple pie pussy." he licked his lips. "Never had me some a that."

"Mac," she gasped. "I'm not…I mean…I didn't." she shook her head. "I should get back to my boyfriend, he's probably getting worried." she tried to step around him but found herself inexplicably pinned to the opposite wall with Mac's knee between her legs and his hand over her mouth.

"Nu-uh, sweetheart. None of that Bull Shit. I'm gonna fuck you, just like you want. I'm gonna fuck you good, even though you're too afraid to ask me to." He pushed his hips into her and her eyes widened over the top of his hand as she felt his erection against her lower stomach.

Mac closed his eyes and rubbed himself against her again. Rosie knew right then, that all the rumors were true. She closed her eyes and began to sob. What would her boyfriend say? What would her father say? She wasn't supposed to lose her virginity like this, she was supposed to wait until marriage, she was supposed to lose it to a man who loved her, on their honeymoon, maybe somewhere pretty, like Hawaii. Another sob racked her body as the big man started inching his free hand under her skirt.

"Your such a cute little thing, I bet boyfriend treats you with kid gloves, don't he? Well sorry little thing, I don't have it in me to be soft, but I bet that's why you been eyeing me ain't it." His hand brushed over her mound once before pushing her white cotton panties to the side and slipping a couple of fingers between her folds. "I bet you've been wanting someone to make you scream."

Rosie squeezed her eyes tighter in embarrassment as she realized his fingers were sliding quite easily between her slick folds. His gravely voice was causing a ache in her core, even as it terrified her.

Mac removed his hand from her mouth to replace it with his rough chapped lips only a second later. His hand gripped her jaw tightly to keep her in place as he forced his tongue past her lips. She gasped at the taste of whiskey and cigarettes that assaulted her tongue, he used the slight opening of her lips to deepen the kiss, shoving his tongue down her throat so far that she felt like she might be suffocating.

Rosie tried to breath through her nose, pushing herself farther into the wall, in an attempt to put some space between her and Mac, her hands pushing uselessly against his chest. Mac had nearly a foot on her and he was solid, she wasn't able to budge him an inch, not even a millimeter. Finally after what felt like hours, he released her bruised lips and let her take in some air. Rosie gasped, bringing in huge gulp-fulls of the oxygen she needed and in the process she made herself even more light headed and dizzy. Mac swam in front of her, the lines around his form blurry and over bright. If Rosie new what it felt like to be high, she would have thought she was stoned. The wavy vision of Mac smiled, and then she felt it, a sharp pain as he inserted both fingers into her.

Rosie yelped and squeezed her eyes shut. Nobody had ever done that, her boyfriend was a good guy, he kept it over the clothes, always. The most daring thing they had ever done was let him squeeze a breast over her sweater. Now here was Mac, taking what should have been her future husband's to take.

"Holy shit girl! You are tight as fuck." He purred happily into her ear and again despite the pain, terror and humiliation, she was feeling the longing ache in her privates return.

Mac licked at her neck, sucking the tender flesh below her ear as he began moving his fingers in and out of her. Her hands fisted the dirty red flannel that covered his chest, it was starting to feel good, what he was doing. Her breath hitched when his fingers glided over a certain spot inside her.

Mac chuckled, "I knew you wanted it, you little whore."

Rosie cried and turned away, disgusted with her reaction. She was disappointing everyone, her father, her boyfriend, God.

"Don't be shy now," Mac followed her face with his, "I like a good whore." he placed an almost gentle kiss on her lips before attacking the sensitive spot within her with even more vigor. Rosie's muscles tensed up and her breathing sped up as her body began to build up to something. She was scared, she didn't quite know what was happening and she felt a little like she might pee. Oh God, what would happen if she peed on Mac! She tried to fight the mounting sensations that were taking over her body. Mac seemed to sense her resistance and brought his thumb to the little pink button on top of her sex and rubbing it in a tight circle. The sensations intensified and she found herself crying out and moaning, her hips jerked forward of their own accord.

"I'm gonna fuck you Rosie."

She had the presences of mind to shake her head, no. She wasn't sure how long she could hold him back, but she couldn't say yes. She wasn't allowed, she was a good girl, she was supposed to wait.

"I'm gonna show you how a real man does it." his fingers moved faster, drawing out another wanton moan from her lips. She could hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled and the zip as he opened his jeans. She tried to concentrate on what that meant, on everything she would be losing once he took her, but nearly every thought left her mind as he licked up her neck and gave her a nip on her earlobe. The act nearly broke her apart and her body started jerking, chasing that end, an end she had only a very vague idea about. Mac slowed down his ministrations and she groaned in frustration.

"Tell me yes." He sped up a little and then stopped when she was just starting to get worked up again.

"I can't." she sobbed.

He worked her over again bringing her close to the edge and staying there, refusing to give her the relief she now desperately needed.

"Let me fuck you Rosie. Say yes. Tell me to fuck you. I'm doing it anyway. Say yes." He brought her to the brink again, her hips jerking trying to force his fingers to finish the job, but Mac stilled his fingers and pinned her hips to the wall.

"Say it." he growled.

"Yes!" she screamed in desperation. "Please, Mac! Please!" her eyes opened in shock at what she just said. What had she just done! She'd agreed to lose her virginity to Mac, in a dirty restroom with her boyfriend outside!

"Good little one." Mac didn't give her the chance to change her mind, his fingers speed up and a wave of pleasure she'd never even imagined washed over her.

She could hear her moans and screams and she could feel her body spasming violently but her mind felt like it was in a fog. She felt Mac lift her and before she could brace herself she was impaled on his rock hard member.

She let out a scream at the pain, but Mac cut it off with a huge hand around her throat. "Oh shit! Were you a fuckin' virgin?" the glee in his voice was obvious, she fought to pull his hand off her throat so she could breath.

After a few thrusts, Mac wrapped and arm around her waist and moved his hand from her throat to her mouth. His movements became even harsher, pushing himself hard and deep inside her, he didn't hold back the force of his thrusts for her.

"Goddamn," he panted. "I'm keeping this pussy. You're making me love you." his hand finally dropped from her mouth and down to her ass, to help support her better. The angle changed and some of the pleasure returned.

Rosie closed her eyes and tried to breath, Mac kissed at her throat and lips as he pounded into her. Rosie focused on the pleasure of the kisses and minuscule amount of pleasant tingling that remained inside her. As Mac continued his onslaught she could feel that tingling grow, she could see how this could be just as good as his fingers, maybe even better, she zeroed in on that thought and feeling, ignoring the voice in her head telling her she was cheating on her boyfriend and she couldn't just blame Mac because she agreed, she had said yes.

Mac's body tensed and his thrust became erratic, Rosie was surprised to find that, that caused a small wave of pleasure to course through her. It wasn't like before, the pain was too strong for that but it was still something and Mac seemed to feel it too, because he cursed and shoved himself deep inside her as he released his seed. He set her down on shaky legs as he panted with exhaustion.

"What would Daddy say if I just knocked you up?"

"What!?"

Mac laughed as he reached under her skirt and tore off her panties. "What? I kinda like the idea." he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out of the restroom and into the bar, his pants zipped but unbutton and his belt unbuckled.

Rosie tried to pull away, she could feel his seed running down her leg and she could only imagine how disheveled she looked, everyone would know. Her boyfriend was going to find out what happened in front of everyone. Mac ignored her struggles and pulled her into the Luna Mesa after him.

"Rosie!" her boyfriends worried voice called out to her as soon as they entered. "Where have you been? I was about to call the police! What's happ….."

His questions were interrupted when her panties hit him square in the nose, he caught them as they slid down and fell onto his chest. He stared down at the white fabric in confusion.

Mac got right in his face, "She's mine now, she don't answer to you." he pushed at him with his forehead and her boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, stepped back. Mac was taller and out weighed him by at least 15 pounds of muscle, and there was no question who was the more dangerous of the two. "Fuck off." he spat at the younger man.

Rosie looked down, her face red with humiliation and shame, "I'm sorry." she whispered.

"Don't fuckin' apologize to him." Mac yelled at her. "In fact don't ever let me catch you fuckin' talking to him again." he shook her until she nodded.

He grabbed his jacket off a barstool and nodded at his friends. "I'm out, don't come by my place." he smiled at Rosie, "I'll be busy."

The laughs and snickers of his friends followed them out the door as he dragged her over to his truck. Rosie looked back at the bar to see her former boyfriend standing on the porch watching her get dragged away. The look of pain and betrayal on his face broke her heart.

"Where are we going? Are you taking me home?" she asked once he deposited her in his truck and got in.

"Hell no," he laughed bring the big hunk of metal to life. "I'm not done with you by a long shot." he dragged her closer to him and put his arm around her. "You belong to me now." he patted her flat belly, "Maybe I oughta put a kid in here, make it official." he grinned at the thought as he brought his hand up to squeeze her breast.

Rosie looked out of the front windshield at the desert before them. Everything was wrong. She wasn't a virgin anymore, now he wanted to knock her up, everything was wrong. He wouldn't marry her, he didn't love her. She would be an unwed mother.

"Cheer up baby." he tilted her chin up a bit as he maneuvered the truck to a stop in front of a worn down shack, she assumed was his home.

"Well have a good time getting that baby batter in you. I'm going to fuck you stupid." he kissed her again, slipping his hand under her shirt and bra to pinch her nipple.

"Welcome home." he pulled her out of the truck and towards the front door.

Sorry for any mistakes, this is un-beta'd. Thank you Red Canyon movie for the Mac quotes (you love Mac you know which ones they are) and than you From Dusk till Dawn for the phrase Apple Pie Pussy because that whole pussy speech in that movie is hilarious :-).