Porn Princess

He laughed at my reaction, as I reached up my skirt to verify that last bit.

He stood up, and violently smashed my laptop several times on the kitchen counter. Satisfied that it was completely destroyed, he dropped the useless remnants onto the floor, and then headed for the door. He paused after opening it, turned to me and smiled sweetly.

"Good luck getting your life back, bitch." and he left.

I sat there in shock for a moment. I looked at my reflection again in the mirror, I looked like a bewildered, slutty prom date. It just seemed so surreal, this couldn't be happening. I then tore through my apartment only to find everything Patrick had said was true - everything of value in my apartment was gone, In my closets and dressers were the sluttiest outfits I had ever seen, nothing remotely respectable. I reached back and felt the padlocks under my dress holding the corset closed, with the acrylic nails glued on I could barely fumble the locks on my slutty heels, much less pry them open. I pulled the dress out away from my tits enough to see that it was an under-bust corset. And I could see no way to shimmy out of it. I collapsed on the sorry excuse for a bed Patrick had refurnished my room with. I was so FUCKED! My head was spinning, and I felt sick to my stomach.

It suddenly occurred to me that my best friend Anthony had bolt cutters. We had used them before on his storage shed, when he lost the key. His house was down the street. I looked around, but my phone was gone, and Patrick took my cell. It was only about a half mile, I could probably walk it.

So, I grabbed my purse, locked my apartment, and began walking to his house. Several passing cars slowed down to cat call, and ask how much for a blow job. Those assholes thought I was a hooker!
I just kept my head down and walked as fast as I could in those heels. Thankfully I reached his house without incident. I had to stop and catch my breath. The corset made it hard to breath, and I was panting pretty hard. I caught my wind, and rang the doorbell, wondering what I was going to say if his wife answered. Anthony came to the door. He looked me up and down.