ALICE

I lasted exactly two days before I broke.

Two days of crying in my room, ignoring Dominic’s messages, touching myself shamefully while replaying everything he did to me. My pussy was still sore. Every time I sat down, I felt the ghost of his thick cock stretching me open. The guilt was unbearable. I kept imagining Claire’s kind smile and then picturing her finding out that the sweet babysitter she trusted had been spreading her legs for her husband like a desperate whore.

But the addiction was stronger.

On the third night, Claire had another late meeting. Dominic sent me one message:

**Dominic:** Door’s unlocked. Come inside and wait...