Messed With The Wrong Girl

Emma was standing before the wide mirror in the closet. Her eyes were closed and suddenly, she felt a strong arm around her waist.

Her eyes snapped open immediately and she gasped, realizing it was Audrey.

"Hello, beautiful..." He whispered in her ear, in a seductive tone.

Emma had to push down the urge of throwing up. She felt disgusted and she clenched her hands into tight fists.

Slowly, Audrey started to trail small and soft kisses from her ear and down to her neck. His lips were soft and his hands moved closer to the upper part of her body.

Emma felt like she was going to die at any moment. Diego had not even touched her to his fill and now Audrey would.

"Wait!" She said, suddenly, holding onto his hand.

"What?" He asked, however, his lips didn't stop moving.

Emma's eyes were wide open and she could see the lustful expression on his face, in the mirror.

She gulped, realizing he was in for business already.

"I... I..." She tried to say something to stop him but her head was blan