Raped On The Subway!
Anonymous
Publisher: Amber FoxxFire
Summary
It was a late night. I’d just got off work as an exotic dancer. A virgin dancer. Yeah, no one would believe that. On the subway home a nice-looking man hopped on. For miles, it was just he and I. I must’ve nodded off as the next thing I knew, he was looming over me with a wicked grin on his face and a bulge in his pants. With no one around, I was at his mercy! Excerpt: I finished dance practice later than usual, trying to nail the latest moves. As always I was invited out for sushi with the other girls but I declined. Tonight I wanted my own space. Tonight was my guilty pleasure night - a Netflix movie and a quart of Ben and Jerry’s. It was the only chance I got in the week to cheat. I followed a strict diet and exercise regimen the rest of the time, making sure to keep my body looking toned and hot. I had no choice. I worked as a professional dancer for pop videos, often going on tour with some of the biggest pop and rock stars in the business. It was a lot of pressure keeping myself looking light and nimble, but the rewards were more than worth the sacrifice. Standing five-foot six, with perfect hip to shoulder ratio, long lean legs, and just the right amount of curves, I was in incredible shape. I was also Latina, which meant I had a little more ass than the other girls. These physical attributes meant that I had more than my fair share of attention from men. But - and I bet most of my friends would be shocked to hear - at twenty-two I was still a virgin. Yep... the hot fresh-faced dancer, with a body designed to drive the guys wild, still had her hymen intact. Not that I had any hang-ups, or that I was shy about sex and popping my cherry. The truth was I was choosy, almost to a fault. I wouldn’t give my tender shaved pussy up to any old guy. The lucky man who’d get to finally break me in had to be my equal... both physically and spiritually, with me being a good little catholic girl and all!