Steve put a CD into his stereo. "Thank you, kind sir. Some of us have a gift for these sorts of things."
I was starting to feel a buzz. "You sounded like Hugo right then."
He tightened up. "Let me make you one of my 'specials'."
He made me four of his "specials" and I was getting horny.
Jimi Hendrix was pumping through the speakers-- each wave of sound pulsing in my body like electric blood. I had to dance.
I got up.
The room started to spin.
Steve put his arms around me, steadying me.
"Have you ever been experienced?" he whispered in my ear.
I started to unbutton Steve's shirt, exposing his chest. "Let me show you experience."
I began kissing his chest.....
He pulled away. "Let me get you another drink."
"I don't want another drink. I want you."
I started to untuck my shirt, but even then, everything fell into a Gaussian blur. "What do you want to do?" I heard him say, his voice descending into the black.
Everything faded in and out the rest of the night...
BLACK
I felt myself being moved.
BLACK
I felt someone unbuttoning my pants and slipping them down my legs.
BLACK
I tried to get away but, I couldn't.
BLACK
I was weighted down, pinned.
BLACK
I felt the heat -- skin moving over skin. 
BLACK
I cried out.
BLACK
"Stop it!" I hear myself scream.
"This is how you like it, don't you, whore?" I heard a voice whisper gruffly in my hear.
BLACK
"NO! Yesss.." I heard myself whimper.
BLACK
In a netherworld, a volcano erupted, searing the landscape with its molten lava.
BLACK
I started to cry.
He started to laugh.
BLACK
"You said that's how you wanted it," Steve said, pulling up his pants. "Real nasty and rough."
BLACK
I drove home, went inside, said hi to Mike and then headed to the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
The bruises on the backs of my legs and ass were already turning color.
I thought this thing only happened in prison.
I sat in my shower for three hours.
It was my fault. He said, I wanted it that way.
I wanted him.
