All Chapters of Mr. Crazy on the Bus: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

After Uncle Mike had been at it for a while and saw how I was reacting, he decided to push things even further.He actually unzipped his fly and pulled out something unbelievably huge. He shoved himself right up against me, his finger hooking into the side of my thong to yank the fabric aside.Panic surged through me. That tiny scrap of fabric was the only thing left between us. If he pulled it aside, his searing heat would be pressed directly against my bare skin!We were on a packed bus! How could he be this bold?I scrambled to grab his hand, desperate to keep my thong in place. At the same time, I squeezed my legs together as hard as I could, refusing to let him in even an inch.Uncle Mike leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "Stop clenching. Let me in." As he spoke, he pushed harder and harder, forcing his way against me bit by bit. If I didn't stop him now, there would be no going back.I couldn't hold it in anymore. With my face burning a deep

Every word came straight from the heart, and I meant it with everything I had.But Uncle Mike hesitated. Then, in a more measured, almost parental tone, he said, "The elite in Merrihaven play by a different set of rules. They're always looking for a thrill."I was just a small-town girl, still too naive to read between the lines. When wealthy men went looking for thrills, what could that possibly mean other than the usual bedroom business?"It's fine," I replied. "Worst case, they just want to sleep with me, right? That's no big deal. I'm sure I can handle it."Uncle Mike furrowed his brow, considering my answer. "I guess you're right. At the end of the day, that's about as far as it goes. Alright then. Head over there tomorrow. Find the person in charge and mention my name."Once I had his approval, I was over the moon. I thanked him profusely, but then a thought struck me.I looked up at him. "By the way… what is your actual name?"It sounded ridiculous, but I realized I didn'

It hit me then—what Uncle Mike had said about the clients here having unusual tastes and all kinds of games they liked to play. I was starting to see exactly what he meant.For now, though, everything still felt manageable.But then, the client pulled out a lighter and started burning me with it. "You've got too much hair down there," he muttered, the flame dancing in his eyes. "Let me burn it all off for you."I nearly jumped out of my skin. That was the most private part of me. How could he even think about using fire there?Terrified, I sprang up and curled into a tight ball.His face darkened with displeasure. He yanked the belt from his waist and lashed it ruthlessly at me. "You little bitch! How dare you dodge me? I'll beat you to death today if that's what it takes!"There was a metal buckle on the belt, and when it bit into my soft skin, the pain was sharp and blinding. A bright red welt rose instantly.The pain forced a cry out of me. "Ah! It hurts!"Little did I kno