Looking in the mirror, Sara traces her breasts over the silky fabric of her lingerie. It was courtesy of Rob, purchased especially for this particular night. The ensemble was a deep red, probably too big to actually fit Sara's petite figure but she would feel awkward in it anyhow. Sara didn't ever dress too revealing. She most likely showed cleavage maybe once or twice in her whole high school career. However, she would do whatever Rob asked of her because whether she liked it or not, she needed this job. Sara tried to make herself believe that she liked Rob. She was giving her virginity to him for Christ's sake.

She drops her rosary onto the pile of baggy clothes in the hotel bathroom. She closes her eyes tightly and prays up to Mary that she'll be forgiven for the awful sin she's about to make. After preparing herself, Sara walks to the door when she suddenly remembers her hair. Rob specifically wanted Sara's hair down, which she usually hated. Sara's hair was often in a ponytail since it was so long. It went down to her shoulders, the shortest her mother had let her cut it. She could have cut it shorter now that she's no longer in school, but change made her really nervous.

Sara pulled her ponytail out and looked into the mirror at her dog-like mop. It falls to frame her face, accentuating her sharp cheekbones. She turns back to the door and opens it, her eyes immediately meet with a naked Rob who's seated on the bed and stroking his engorged member. Sara's desire is to turn back and hide in the bathroom but she knows better. She knows what Rob can give her and she'll do anything to take that. Rob can give her a job at the most successful law firm in all of Los Angeles. Sara needs this job. She didn't go to law school for nothing.

With this in mind, Sara pushes forward and walks towards Rob. His large, rough hands grab at Sara's waist. He pulls her down onto his lap and his cock slaps against her thigh, causing Sara to yelp. Rob breathes hard against Sara's cleavage as his hands tug her lingerie off of her breasts. Sara's boobs are an ideal size but she's always been good at hiding them. From first glance, Sara looks flat-chested. Rob's tongue wraps around Sara's erect nipple and he pulls her down. His dick continues to gently slap against her thigh, a moan eliciting from his mouth each time. Sara's thrown back onto the bed and her outfit is roughly tugged off and discarded on the floor. What a waste, Sara thought. Sara's body was exposed and she felt so completely dirty. She waited for something but Rob was motionless and completely silent as he looked down at Sara's crotch.

"You could have shaved," his hoarse voice croaked.

Sara's heart raced and her cheeks flushed. She was so embarrassed. Not once had Sara even really looked down at her vagina. She steered clear of that area, convinced it was really for child bearing and urinating. Sex wasn't supposed to be enjoyable. Sara didn't expect any pleasure from this. She covered her face with her hands and muttered an apology, spreading her legs for Rob. His hands spread her lips and Sara panicked, keeping her hands over her face.

"Do you want to do this?" he questioned, "You're not wet at all."

She sat up and looked at him, "Yes, Rob, I want this."

He sighed and stood up, reaching for his bag. Sara grabbed his arm and begged him to stay, to which he pushed her off. He reached into his bag and pulled out the bottle of lube and a few condoms. He tossed the strip of condoms at her and opened the lube, sitting down. Rob dripped the lube down between his fingers and onto Sara's pussy. He licked his lips, rubbing his fingers through her folds and slipped two fingers into her cunt. Sara gasped, her body jerking up for a split second while she got used to the sensation of being full. She heard Rob's low chuckle and felt the goosebumps the sound brought. She bit her lip and let her body fall limp, giving herself to Rob completely.

He laughed, "Get up, Sara."

She listened to him, sitting up and pressing her thighs together. She reached for the strip of condoms and took one off. She bit it open and looked up at Rob expectantly.

"I don't know how to put this on," she admitted.

He smiled, telling Sara precisely what to do. Then the condom was on, and Sara thought it looked silly. She thought that it didn't fit because the very tip wasn't exactly on Rob's penis. She lied down and spread her legs for him. He slowly eased into her, cursing that she was beyond tight. Sara was embarrassed and wanted it to be easier for Rob so she told him not to be gentle and at hearing this, he wasn't- not at all. Sara cried but covered her face and moaned in hopes to make him believe that she was enjoying this. He came, his breath harsh and smelly in Sara's face. She smiled at him as he pulled out and looked at the sheets.

"Oh, fuck, you're bleeding."

Sara sat upright quickly and hopped off the bed, dashing to the bathroom. He followed, tearing off the condom and throwing it in the trash. Sara quickly wiped her vagina and hissed at the pain. Rob looked at her oddly, asking if she was okay.

Sara nodded, "Yeah, it just hurts really badly. I'm sore."

He shrugged and washed his hands. He turned to her and waited for her to get up. Once Sara did, he leaned in and kissed her. Sara kissed back, smiling at him and wrapping her arms around his neck. She kept telling herself to like him. He was nice, he was intelligent and he was successful. That was all that Sara ever wanted in a man. It also helped that Rob was attractive but Sara couldn't help feeling that this relationship was full of sin. They weren't in love. Sara had just lost her virginity and it wasn't on her wedding night. It was on her fourth day of meeting him. She hated herself so much right now.

"Listen, you should be heading home but I want you to come to this dinner party tomorrow," Rob says to Sara, "It's at my house and it's strictly business."

Sara's heart skips a beat, thinking that Rob is going to show her off to his coworkers. Things are getting official and Sara likes that because it means less sinning for her. She nods, leaning up on her tip-toes to kiss him. They kiss goodbye and Rob lies back down in the bed. Sara gets her clothes back on and starts walking home.

On the way home, Sara admires the night life of Los Angeles. It's a twenty-four hours city so Sara doesn't ever feel too scared when walking home at night. When she gets to her apartment, she turns the lights on and in an instant; her cat Leo is nuzzling his head against her calves. She giggles and walks to the kitchen, kicking her shoes off. Sara opens up the cupboard and gets out some food for Leo. Then, she gets a glass of water and walks back to her room where she undresses and meticulously folds her dirty clothes before placing them in her hamper. Next, Sara dresses in her PJ's and starts picking out her outfit for the dinner party. Sara remembers Rob's warning of strictly business and picks out a simple and neutral outfit.

Her bed looks incredibly inviting but Sara feels a burning urge to shower. Her crotch is still in pain from the earlier action and she thinks a nice warm bath will do her well. Sara's tiny footsteps race down her hallway and into her bathroom. She starts the tub and watches it fill as she sits on the toilet and tugs her pajamas off and tosses them towards the door. She stands up and starts to put bubbles in before slipping in completely. Sara lied back under the water, thinking about the previous hour and what she had done. Everyone she knew would be utterly disappointed in her. She was practically a prostitute. Her parents would disown her if they knew which they of course couldn't ever find out. She couldn't imagine what they'd do. Most likely they would end her fund money, withdraw it completely and send her off to some catholic resort somewhere.

Resurfacing from the water, Sara is met with the eyes of Jesus who is calmly hanging in a picture above her toilet. She sighs and whispers yet another small prayer. She regrets this so much but she knows that the outcome is totally worth it. Her heart flutters and she forces herself under the water again.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm so sorry." She whispers.