Once Holly made it home, she appeared at Valerie’s apartment, informing her that they were all going out for the night, and that she was there to help Valerie get ready. “Nick will be joining us, as well as one of Damien’s other friends, Alan Rogers. They’re meeting us here in about thirty minutes.” As she spoke she moved through the house toward Valerie’s bedroom.Valerie stood and followed the redhead. “Where are we going?” This was a new twist. They had never asked her to go anywhere with them before, which somehow made Valerie a little nervous, especially with Nick tagging along.“There’s a small bar in the next town over,” Holly told her as she walked over to the closet and pulled out a flimsy, button-down white shirt and a pair of jeans. “Put these on.” She tossed them onto the bed before walking over to the dresser and rummaging through for a pair of thongs.Valerie stood there,

The cluster of men blocked her way to the bar and the remaining drinks, and Valerie knew she had no option but to try and suffer through their pawing of her body in order to make it to the other side. She would more than likely have to endure it on the return trip, as well. Standing there, she stared at the pack of grungy men for a moment, mustering her courage so she could make it through.“What are you waiting for?” Holly taunted from behind her. “The beers are going to get warm before you get them back here.”Valerie took another deep breath and started toward the bar, seeing no sense in putting it off any longer. However, before she managed two steps, Damien called for her to stop. She turned to face him, dread filling her.A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Unbutton another button on that shirt of yours.”She felt her eyes go wide at his order. Her breasts were practically oozing out of her shirt as it was

They remained at the bar for another couple of hours, each of the men taking turns buying the drinks for her. They also rotated where everyone sat, each one, including Holly, sitting beside Valerie, running their hands over her thighs and between her legs, keeping her in a constant state of horniness. Nick had even groped her breasts right there at the table, pinching and tweaking her nipples, making her yelp. Of course, every time they needed more drinks, they sent Valerie to the bar to get them even though the men were paying. Willie and his crew of grungy looking men took advantage of every one of her trips to the bar, running their hands over her ass and between her legs, spreading her shirt wide and dipping their hands down between her tits until they could maneuver their fingers over to her hardened nipples.The other patrons of the bar watched everything happen, most smirking as if it hadn’t been the first time some woman had become the plaything of the men there

Valerie’s classes went by easily enough, most of the students already eager for winter break and just wanting school to be over with. Valerie took full advantage of it, enjoying the lack of discussion for a change. Once class was over, she returned to her office to grab her purse and then headed to the cafeteria for a quick bite before her final class of the day. The temperature outside was muggy, typical Florida weather, even this close to Christmas. By the time she reached the cafeteria, a sheen of sweat had dotted her forehead and made her clothes feel as if they stuck to her body. With a sigh of relief, she eagerly stepped into the air conditioning, glad to be out of the sweltering heat. After grabbing a grilled chicken salad and a bottle of water, she headed for a spot by the window. She might not like to be out in the heat, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy looking at it. She wasn’t even thirty yet, and already, she felt as if she behaved like a senior citi

Why had Dean been sitting outside of her office? Even more worrisome to her, though, what had he overheard? She closed her eyes as she stood outside of her classroom and took a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves. Dean had simply smirked at her before he left, not even bothering to say a word as he walked out of her outer office. Scott tried to assure her that Dean more than likely heard nothing, but she wasn’t convinced. With the way Dean behaved most times, she wouldn’t put it past him to press his ear to the door, listening in on everything that Scott did to her on her desk. Opening her eyes, she took another deep breath and opened the door to her final class of the day, bracing for Dean’s smirks and sarcastic quips. God, she hated that kid. However, while he sat slumped in his chair for the entire hour grinning at her, he kept his mouth shut, even when she told him to put his phone away at the beginning of class. Of course, that didn’t keep her from being a