Ch. 4 Secrets out

Reed left with his security what feels like an hour ago. Curly had brought back a bottle of the finest Scotch, and we both managed to throw back a few glasses with awkward silence. Between him having to threaten off two men who were looking for a good time and a man who pretended to trip right into me planting his face on my chest. I’m certain his tongue didn’t trip too.

While the party may seem elaborate I’m not quite in the mood. I look at Curly with my glass up in the air, he pours me another dram and I stand up slamming it back. I begin to walk towards the front of the entrance in hopes of getting some fresh air and cool off away from all the noise. Curly stands up quickly “Miss—-

“Curly a lady has to use the powder room…in private.” I add. He nods once gesturing where it is and as I walk in that direction I decide to slip his security detail for that fresh air and solitude.

As I step outside and walk to the banister, the crisp smell of lake water hits me and I remember that it is the peak of Fall and it is bitter cold on the water. I can see my breath fogging the air. I look over each side and see heaters placed for comfort strategically around the rails for those like myself looking to escape. Minutes go by and goosebumps are flooding my skin. Suddenly I feel a hand on my back waist side. Startled, I turn to find a man smiling at me.

“No worries, Miss but you look to be a bit cold “ he takes off his jacket and wraps it around me. It’s warm and comforting but smells heavily of cigars and whorish perfume.

“Thank you” I mutter shyly regretting the relief I feel. He just smiles at me and leans over the same banister I am at while twirling his thumbs together. We stand there in silence for a moment or two.

“Ian, we were wondering where you had gone off too.” A group of three more men approach.

“Sorry guys I seem to have gotten lost in the party” Ian chuckles with eyes turning devilish. I begin to feel the hair stand on the back of my neck like danger is eminent.

The tallest of them men scans me over like the rest of them and quirks his head to the side “well look what we have here” and then I recognize him as the man who fell with his tongue out. Disgusting. He rubs his hand across my shoulder, Ian is smiling and the other guys are looking like they’re waiting. I begin to take off the jacket, and Ian grabs my wrist. “Now where do you think you’re running off to.”

The tallest guy “miss were here for the full spectrum of the party, how about you come below deck and show us what a good time pays for”

I struggle to get my wrist freed and the guys start to crowd in on me. The tallest guy picks me up by my legs and sits me on the railing where there is nothing but the lake at my backside splashing up to remind me how bitterly cold it is.

“Stop! Let me go, I don’t—-“

My words are cut short before I can try to claim how I don’t work here. The men are now dangling me off the side of the boat and I feel myself let out a skeemish scream. They slam me over to my belly and are now spreading my legs wide as they will go. I yell out again but I fear nobody can hear me over the sound of water being carved up by the boat. I have to get free. I can feel hands covering my legs and buckles loosening. Suddenly I scream out as I feel the sting of leather smacking across my backside again, and again and again. I scream out for help as best I can while trying to keep my face from smacking the side of the boat. All I can taste is lake water splashing up to my mouth as I struggle to keep my legs from being overpowered. They will pay for this.

“Look at this guys we have ourselves a woman who likes to play hard to get. Don’t worry sweet heart well try to take it easy on you if you behave for us”. The leather slaps against my ass again. This time rough and I yelp out a shrieking plea. I can feel fingers jamming inside my center roughly and it hurts like hell as they repeatedly hit a wall. I can taste blood in my mouth from biting my cheek so hard against the pain. I won’t give them the satisfaction of any noise. I continue trying to kick to no avail.

“Do we have a maiden on our hands” Ian claims with peak interest. I scream out for curly hoping he’s noticed my absence and begin to try and kick my legs free while dangling on top of my stomach. The men are laughing and I can feel their hands pinning me down. I know what their intentions are but I’ll be damned if I let them use me and take my secret with them.

This is not how I planned to lose my virginity and I’d rather go over board in this water and freeze to death than spend another minute being used by men. Luckily I was one of the top state swimmers. And just like that I jab heel into what feels like a throat. Then a husky voice screams out-

“Get your hands off of her, Boss we got her!!”

But then my other leg is let go and just like that my face is crashing into what feels like a thousand needles. And I can feel the bitter wet cold lake engulfing me.