Chapter Twenty-One: The Next Day

Keith reached over and grabbed my wrist, pulling me close to him. His grip was painful and made me cry out softly.

"Maybe I should put my hat in your ring. What do you think, little school girl? Do you wanna know what it's like to be with a real man?" Keith invited lewdly.

"No, please… just let me go," I pleaded with him.

"No, babe. You don't want to go. You want a real man between those juicy thighs of yours," he solicited me as he ran a hand up my leg towards the area he was speaking about.

With my free hand, I smacked his hands away and tried to pull away again helplessly.

"Let me go," I croaked out. "Let me go, and I won't tell anyone."

"Tell them what? That you are a little slut lifting your skirt for any man who asks you to? Because if you say one damned word, that is what I'll be telling everyone," Keith promised through gritted teeth before he shoved me away from him.