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She felt his breath on the back of her neck. He surprised her. She did not hear him approaching. She stiffened slightly.

"Calm down," he whispered in her ear, while placing his hand on her buttock. "You're not afraid, are you?"

"You?" she asked mockingly. "Boy, you..."

He interrupted her with a slap on her right buttock. The blow was easy enough to make her feel pain, but hard enough to throw her off balance a bit.

"It was a rhetorical question. One to which no answer is expected," he said like a teacher to a wayward student.

She said nothing more, although she was almost boiling with anger. Meanwhile, Harry stood in front of her. He scanned every inch of her body with his eyes, stopping it for a longer time in obvious places. He smiled and said, looking at her pussy,

"There you go, shaved. So you know what guys like, after all."

She remained silent, though she cursed in her mind. Blaise liked it. She had become so accustomed to this activity that she did it almost automatically. When she would not respond verbally to his words, he continued his "inspection" until their gazes met. Tracey did not lower her gaze. She looked determinedly into the eyes of her friend's boyfriend. He took two steps forward, so that their faces were almost in contact with each other. Both of them froze in this position for a moment, when suddenly Harry grabbed her breasts in a lightning-fast motion and squeezed them tightly. They were not very large, but firm, making them fit perfectly in his hand. Tracey felt her nipples harden. "Fuck," she thought, "after all, I can't like this." Meanwhile, Harry must have noticed this, because he took them in the fingers of his hands and pulled them lightly toward him. Tracey failed to suppress a moan. After a while, he released them, clearly satisfied, and commanded in a calm tone,

"On your knees!"

She was so surprised by her body's reaction to Harry's touch that she did not register his words. He had no intention of waiting. He hit her in the face with an open palm. It was not a hard hit.

"I said: on your knees, slut! Are you so stupid that you have to repeat everything twice?"

She knelt on the hard floor, almost shaking with anger and helplessness. Theoretically, she could leave here, but she had come too far to give up now. He stood over her and said calmly again,

"I think you know what to do."

It was hard not to guess. She had hoped to unbuckle the waistband of his pants herself, but he had no intention of making her task any easier. So she reached with her hands to the buckle and undid it with little difficulty. This time, he helped her a little and lowered his pants. His penis was already standing at attention. Tracey sighed soundlessly. She had seen some dicks in her life, and although this one was not the longest of them, it was by far the thickest. She began to wonder if it would fit in her mouth, but she knew that it simply had to fit.

She wanted to get it all over with as soon as possible. She took his member in her hands and moved them up and down, slowly masturbating him. When her hands touched his penis, he moaned quietly, but she didn't count on satisfying him this way. She just wanted to gain time. He looked at her meaningfully. He didn't have to say anything. She knew what he meant. She moved her hands to the base of his member and brought her face closer to it. She began to gently caress the head, sliding her tongue over it and taking the tip into her mouth. It wasn't the first time she had satisfied some guy. She knew what they liked. He needs to be fondled just a little while longer, and then...

A violent tug on her hair interrupted the train of her thoughts. Harry had no intention of letting her act on her terms. He howled:

„It was quite pleasant at first, but you're bearing me, slut. Why don't you get to work?"

She knew she couldn't drag this out any longer. She took a deep breath and slipped it into her mouth. When she felt the jerk again, she was about to give him a blowjob.

„Put your hands behind your back! And look into my eyes!" he commanded.

Obediently, she obeyed the order. In this situation, there was no point in arguing, although she had a great desire to do so. Just a week ago it wouldn't have even crossed her mind she would want to have Daphne's boyfriend's cock in her mouth as soon as possible, but the situation had changed since then, now it was the only way that would allow her to get out of the fucking Inn. Keeping her hands behind her back (she knew that this position forced her to push her tits out, that's probably what the bastard had in mind), she leaned forward and took his penis into her mouth again. This time, she didn't stop at the head. Her mouth moved further, deeper. The task was hard, as having to look at him at the same time was not only humiliating but also made the uncomfortable position she was in even more uncomfortable. However, she could handle it, and she didn't have time to think about it, anyway. She focused on giving Harry a blowjob, and judging from the noises he was making, she was doing well. He put his hand on her head. She tensed up, thinking he wanted to direct her movements, but he did nothing more, just held her there. So she went back to work. It was going well. Her head moved back and forth. She felt a salty taste in her mouth; she was close to orgasm. She thought it wasn't so bad. Of course, what she was doing was disgusting and humiliating, but she could handle it and protect Daphne.

Harry groaned with delight. She wasn't doing it for the first time in her life, that was for sure. Not once did he feel her teeth, which, considering the position she was in and the size of his member, was quite an accomplishment. Daphne would have broken if she had tried to position her body like that. He noticed Tracey was feeling more confident. She was still looking into his eyes with anger, but she seemed at least somewhat in control of the situation. He couldn't let that happen. He took her hair in his hand again and pulled it back. Hardly and brutally. She screamed in pain. Meanwhile, he wasted no time and slapped her several times with his cock, first on one and then on the other cheek. She looked at him with murderous eyes, but he didn't care, pulled even harder, and howled,

„Understand at last, slut, that you are here for my pleasure and control nothing."

She wanted to answer him, but he took this opportunity to push his penis into her mouth again, at the same time pressing her head against his crotch so that her chin touched his testicles. He held her in this steel embrace for a few moments; he saw she was struggling desperately for air. She tried to push him away by putting her hands on his hips, but could do nothing. For the first time that evening, he saw fear in her eyes. He felt like the most powerful man, maybe not on Earth, but at least in this city. That he could, at least for a moment, become the lord and master of this brazen girl's life put him in an ecstatic mood. Still holding her by the hair with a loud "plum!", he pulled his member out of Tracey's mouth and let her take a breath. She was breathing with the utmost difficulty. Her breasts rippled violently, and even the tattoos failed to hide the fact that her face was all red. He liked it that way.

She was still trying to calm her breathing when he once again forced her to take his member into her mouth. Disregarding whether she was ready for it, he began rhythmically moving his hips back and forth, pressing her head with his hand. The room was filled with the sounds of Tracey thrashing Harry's member, her lips curving grotesquely with each thrust. Her eyes filled with involuntary tears. Harry noticed this, felt his excitement reach its zenith, knew he couldn't take any more, so he thrust into her mouth with all his might screaming,

"Swallow it all, slut!"

This time, he held her head against his testicles even longer than the previous time, additionally filling her mouth with a good amount of cum. When he released her, she immediately started coughing, desperately trying to catch her breath. As a result, most of his semen landed on her body, breasts, as well as his cock, testicles, and thighs. He didn't like it.

"Lick it up," he ordered.

She looked at him, probably not quite grasping what he meant.

"Lick it," he repeated, "with your tongue."

"I think you're fucked."

She didn't have time to finish before she realized and he was already pressing her face against his thighs, his cum-dirty cock slapping against her forehead and messing up her hair.

"Shut up, bitch! Your master's cum is too precious to waste! Lick it!"

In this position she couldn't fight him, anyway she didn't have the strength to do so, so she began to slowly lick his semen off the boy's skin, he looked at her when she being under his dick and thought that it all went much better than he expected; it was a blitzkrieg; he won an instant and undisputed victory. When she finished, he let go of her head. He looked at her triumphantly, expecting to see humiliation, a sense of defeat, fear, maybe even some glimmer of submission in her steely eyes. Meanwhile, what he saw made him take a few steps back. Although her face was covered with a mixture of saliva and cum, all he saw was hatred. Pure, even distilled hatred, he got the impression that he was looking into a boundless abyss. He prepared for an attack, but this one did not happen, although Tracey took a few steps towards him. But then, without a word, she headed for the bathroom, and then, also without a word, left the room, slamming the door.

Harry leaned his head against the wall. He had exaggerated. And thickly. Under the influence of excitement, he forgot he was not dealing with Daphne, a gentle girl who will do everything she is told, and after everything will still blame herself for not being good enough, but with Tracey, who not only does not like him, but is ready to fucking kill him if he oversteps the limits. Considering this, she reacted calmly anyway. But it was her look... It filled him with terror. He must pin his hopes on the fact that she cares a lot about Daphne and won't decide to back out of the deal (or something much worse). Well, and perform perfectly on tomorrow's date.

Tracey brushed her teeth vigorously, desperately trying to rid her mouth of the taste (or rather, the sensation of it) of Harry's semen. She did it for the third time, to no avail.

"Fuck!" she shouted to her reflection in the mirror.

Fortunately, Daphne just happened not to be in the apartment. It was strange, because she always informed her friend of her absence, but in this case it suited Tracey, because that way she could try to calm down at least a little. She was strongly frightened by her reaction. She had never felt something like this about another person. She had met quite a few people in her life to whom she wished the worst, including death, but what she felt then was something different, something more dark, she turned off all other thoughts and feelings at that moment, she just wanted to destroy the boy standing in front of her. She felt she might have done something terrible, something unforgivable. It terrified her. She didn't blame herself for it. Oh, what is not? He was to blame. She decided that something like this couldn't happen again.

"Fuck it," she thought, "I can't handle it. I have to back off." This thought came to her with great difficulty. She hated to lose, but she decided she had no other choice. She decided that tomorrow she would talk to Daphne as soon as she returned from her arranged date with Harry. Unless he lost control, Daphne broke up with him, and she avoided this conversation, which she dreaded. The sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts sounding in the apartment:

"Is that you Daphne?" she called out.

"Aha!" exclaimed her friend.

Tracey glanced in the mirror, then straightened up and left the bathroom.

"Where have you been?" she asked straight-faced.

Daphne, somewhat confused, shrugged her shoulders.

"I was out for a walk. I thought have the apartment all to yourself."

Tracey suddenly felt a senseless anger rising in her.

"Do I look to you like a slut who gives ass on the first date?" she exploded.

Daphne stepped back, clearly surprised by her friend's violent reaction.

"It's just," she began, "you've been a little tense lately, and I thought..."

"That what? That I need someone to fuck me good?" screwed up Tracey.

"That's not what I meant, I just..."

"Just what? That if he get me good..."

"You know what, Tracey?" exasperated Daphne. "I wanted to please you, and you attack me. I didn't even have time to take off my jacket. It's not my fault that your date didn't go well." After these words, she hung her jacket on the coat rack, turned on her heel and went to her room.

Tracey, still angry, went to her room and frustratedly threw herself on the bed, but quickly decided that she had indeed acted like a moron and that she had to apologize to Daphne. She knocked on the door of her friend's room.

"Please!" she heard her voice.

She pressed the handle. Daphne was lying on the bed and reading some book. She put it down when she spotted Tracey.

"It's me," said the latter.

"I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition," Daphne replied with a smile.

"What?"

"Never mind, it's kind of joke, maybe too airtight."

"What?"

"Never mind," waved her hand at Daphne.

"Aren't you making fun of me?" asked the tattooed girl suspiciously."

"No, no," she quickly denied 'just... and anyway, never mind. What's the matter?"

Tracey took a deep breath.

"I wanted to apologize to you, I lost..."

"Didn't go on a date what?"

"Not very," replied Tracey, trying to control her voice, which was not easy.

"So," Daphne tried to choose her words carefully so as not to upset her friend again, "you're unlikely to meet him again."

"Rather not. Look, I'm sorry that..."

"Come on," cut off the brunette, "it did not offend me after all."

It was not a restful night for Tracey. She couldn't fall asleep, rolled from side to side, resorted to various ways to invoke sleep (from counting rams to fantasizing about torturing Harry), gave up and just lay staring at the ceiling. She "drifted off," but didn't sleep for long, as she woke up early in the morning. Since she had nothing special to do, and wanted to occupy her thoughts with something (she had a hard day ahead of her, the case with Daphne literally kept her up at night) she left for work early for the second time in a row.

The day passed rather quickly, probably because she hoped for something different. She wanted to delay the moment of returning to the apartment as much as possible. When she returned, Daphne was already there. This didn't particularly surprise her. Her friend would want to get ready for their date. She decided she would leave her alone and try to figure out for herself how to talk to her when she returned. She hoped it wouldn't be necessary because Harry couldn't stand it and would treat her too brutally, but she also knew she couldn't count on that. She had to be prepared for the worst. When she heard the voice, she put the words together in her head.

"Tracey! Can you come here?"

"Now!" she exclaimed.

When she entered her friend's room, she immediately became hot. Daphne was standing by the window. This time she was dressed in a white, knee-length, close-fitting dress, with a clearly emphasized neckline, it almost perfectly matched her fair skin, you could almost feel that it was part of her body, in the glow created by the sunlight she looked unearthly, like an angel. Tracey stood as if she realized, absorbing the view her friend had presented.

"How do I look?" asked Daphne, standing in the middle of the room.

Tracey swallowed her saliva and walked around her friend. "perfect," she thought.

"White dress?" she asked, trying to gain time.

Daphne simultaneously smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

"For a change."

"Don't you think," said Tracey, "that this neckline is a little too deep?"

"You know very well that it's not," she said to herself in her mind, "it's perfect."

"Tracey, I'm not a nun."

"And that's a shame. You'd probably look just as good or even better in a habit," she thought.

"I just don't know if you'll encourage him too much to..."

"Harry promised it would never happen again," replied Daphne firmly, "and I believe him. Besides, if he was actually planning such a thing, then even medieval armor won't help me. So how do I look? Is it ok?"

Tracey nodded her head, not trusting her voice.

"Great," beamed Daphne.

Tracey sat in front of the mirror and recited:

"Daphne listen, I know I made a mistake, but I wanted to help you... It sucks!" she shouted, frustrated.

She had already spent three hours like this and still had not come up with anything that could convince Daphne. Tracey desperately wanted to preserve their friendship, but she was desperate to break the sick deal she had made with Harry. She was a little ashamed that she was giving in so quickly, but she decided it had to be that way. And then... to refresh old neighborhood contacts. The boys will explain to Harry what not to do. She heard keys being turned. Her heart went up to her throat. That's it.

She stood up, waiting for Daphne to enter the apartment. She let her undress. There were no tears in her eyes as she looked beautiful. Tracey realized she could not avoid this conversation.

"Daphne..." she began.

Her friend did not let her finish. She ran up to her and threw her arms around her neck.

"Thank you," she said in a voice filled with joy and happiness.

Tracey did not know what was going on. She was confused and lost. She asked,

"For what?"

Daphne pulled her face back to look at her friend and smiled at her.

"You don't have to lie to me, Tracey. Harry told me everything."

Tracey suddenly felt an unbearable dryness in her throat.

"Really?" she croaked out.

"Yes," replied Daphne. "Still smiling happily, he said that you were at his place, talked to him and persuaded him to apologize. You didn't beat him, did you?"

"No, from where?" replied Tracey, still heavily confused.

"After all, I know," replied a still beaming Daphne, "I was just joking. Harry told me all about your conversation, how you explained to him how I felt. I should be angry with you for going to him, but thank you! It was wonderful! Tomorrow, I will tell you everything. Thank you!" after these words with all her strength, she hugged her friend again.

Tracey had the feeling that the world collapsed on her head. Her entire plan lay in ruins. She was not helped in gathering her thoughts because her friend's full breasts were pressed against her body. With utmost difficulty, she choked out in a slightly hoarse voice,

"All the pleasure is mine."

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