Married At Seventeen

/-RILEY-/

“Are you sure we should be attending this party?” I ask, frowning at my dress. It's way too short and tight. I don't get what's so cool about this party Diane keeps whining about.

“Trust me. You are going to love it. For Christ's sake, Riley, You're not a nun. Stop acting like one” She groans and steps out of the dressing room looking so hot and slutty.

“Did you tell Dad about this?” I ask, feeling d*mn uncomfortable in the stupid dress.

“Are you fricking nine? We're sneaking out” She rolls her eyes. Are we sneaking out? I cringe at the thought. I am not the party type, and I'm not sure that I can do this either.

“What did you say is happening at this party again?” I ask, weighing my options. I can stay back and have a good night's sleep, or sneak out with my crazy stepsister and get into a lot of trouble.

Usually, Diane doesn't notice me or even try to be friendly. She ignores me and hangs out with her friends. Although this is absurd, I like that she wants to do something with me.

“You're going to meet a lot of cool, loaded guys. Pick one, get wasted, have fun, and probably f*ck him,” She says, strapping her heels. I have a bad feeling about this. She touches up my makeup and smiles at me.

“Honestly, I never thought you could be so f*ck*ng hot. There is no need to be nervous, okay? It is safe, you don't want to look gullible before some of the richest men in San Francisco. Wear a seductive smile and let's get out of here,” She says.

Sometimes I wish I could be as confident as she is. I mean, she's badass, and I'm just plain Riley. I follow her downstairs, and we meet a car outside. One of Diane's friends sticks out her head and waves at us. I followed her timidly to the car. There are two guys in the car already, and I hate the way they stare at me.

“Little b*tch, you didn't tell us Riley was this pretty,” One of them says.

“F*ck off, she has got a date,” Diane snaps. I have a what? I stare at Diane, and she winks. I guess she said it, so he would back off.

“Am I supposed to believe that? Riley is like the holy f*ck*ng Mary. I'm sure she's never been on a date before. I bet she's still a virgin” He says, and my cheeks burn in embarrassment. Dianne chuckles, adding to my embarrassment. She glances at me, and I glare. Soon, music blazes through the speakers, deafening me as the car comes to a stop. I step out nervously. I see girls dressed worse than Diane and a long line of flashy cars.

I gulp as my eyes take in more appearances. What the hell am I doing here? This is no place for me. I don't fit in. Before I can decide to leave, Diane takes my hand and walks me into the party. There are so many people. Too many people. We get to the bar, and she orders a drink for me. She asks me to wait and squeezes through the dancing bodies.

That was how I lost Diane. She never came back. I started feeling lonely and scared as many men approached me. I decided to search for her, only to be stopped by guards.

“Our boss wants to see you,” He says coldly, and I feel my toes curl.

“What boss?” I ask.

“Dean Shaw. Now move”, He orders, and I follow him. Who's Dean Shaw? Why does that name sound so familiar? We get to a reserved part of the club, and I see numerous strippers and one man.

“She's here, boss,” He says. The man stands and walks over to me. I stared at my feet in fear.

“You're just as beautiful as they described. How much for a night, honey?” He asks, trailing his hands up my thighs. I slap it off and glare at his handsome face. He's got a beautiful set of dark eyes and messy black hair. Clean shaved and hot enough to make ladies fall at his feet, but not me.

“I'm not one of your sluts”.

“Do you know who you're talking to?” He smirks, pulling me to himself. My heart pounds in fear as I push him off. He whispers something to his guards and walks away. They grab me suddenly and follow him. I scream and kick, but their grip is still firm. Where's Diane? Oh God, I'm doomed! Why the hell did I agree to come here? They enter a room along with him and toss me on the bed.

“Let me go, please,” I beg, but he doesn't pay attention.

“Strip her,” He orders, taking off his shirt. I struggle and scream as they rip the dress off my body.

“Hold her hands,” He orders again, and my worst fear is confirmed. The beast is going to r*p* me.

“Please let me go…I'm sorry for anything I've done wrong, but, please. …" I plead, but he mounts the bed. I swing my legs, kicking him as hard as I can. It doesn't affect him as he grabs both legs and spreads them. He rips off my panties and thrusts a finger into me. I groan in pain as he doubles it. A smile curves on his lips.

“Virgin, huh? I would love to see you in pain. Fortunately, I have a meeting in an hour, so there is no time for foreplay,” He says, and I don't even find the words to beg him.