Okay, so last time I got three reviews. Two of those were from people who I bugged to review. Is it the whole M-rated thing? Hmmm...
Anyway, I give you chapter two! Thanks to ktface3 for beta'ing my hastily written oneshots!
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Pam never does this, ever. She doesn't even know his name, but she's walking to his apartment, his mouth on her neck. He doesn't even bother to take her all the way to his bedroom. Pam doesn't really deserve to have a pleasant one-nighter, anyway.
He pushes up her skirt hungrily and unbuckles his pants. He slides home quickly, and it burns a bit. Pam moans without realizing it, and that makes her nauseous. He rips open her top and a button pops off, but Pam doesn't care. He's squeezing her and rubbing her all over, and she's moaning like she wants it.
He flips her over, and Pam lets out an unintentional gasp. It's been so long. Too long, and that makes her sick. He grunting like some kind of animal, and she's doing her best not to moan. She doesn't want to let herself enjoy it.
When he's done, he grunts and zips up his pants. It's only then that Pam notices the camera, its green light flashing. Then she really is sick.
Pam knows the sofa will smell like vomit for the next few weeks, but she doesn't care. It looked like vomit in the first place. She felt like vomit in the first place.
He drives her home, and she says nothing about the camera. When he tries to kiss her, she ducks away and slips into her apartment.
As she's lying in her bed, she wonders if he was awake too, all those miles away. The fact that she still cares makes her sick.