My name is Amber, and what I'm about to describe still feels surreal. I think I'm writing this as much to process it as anything else. This is just one part of a longer story, but this event changed everything in my life going forward.
I recently turned eighteen and am finishing up my senior year of high school. I'm on the gymnastics team—my escape, my stress relief, my constant. I love it more than anything, even though becoming a professional gymnast isn't exactly a realistic dream for a small-town girl like me. Gymnastics keeps me fit: I'm five foot three, about 120 pounds, with ginger hair, freckles, and crystal blue eyes. Yes, I know that combination is rare, and I've always felt somewhat special because of it.
I'm also into robotics and computers. Programming comes naturally to me, and I've even dabbled in a bit of naughty hacking just to see if I could. But that's another story. Nerdy stuff has always been easy for me in a way people don't expect. An ex-boyfriend once said I had a "hot nerdy girl vibe" with my signature black-rimmed glasses.
It's just me and my dad since my mom left us when I was little. I don't remember much about her, but I miss having a mom in my life. I only have a few precious pictures of her.
My dad is a good man—at least he tries to be. He works a lot as one of the top IT salesmen at his company (which I won't name). His weakness is the bottle, and when he drinks, he gambles.
Last Saturday evening, after a workout, I was stepping out of the shower when I heard loud pounding at the front door. Not knocking—pounding. I yelled downstairs for my dad. Nothing. I yelled again, louder. Still nothing.
With water still dripping off me, I grabbed my robe, threw a towel over my head, and rushed downstairs, rubbing my hair dry as I went. The pounding didn't stop. When I reached the living room, I saw my dad passed out in his favorite chair, a bottle of Jack Daniel's cradled in his arms. He looked small somehow. Lonely. That was the thought that hit me first.
I peeked through the peephole, and my stomach dropped. Several large men stood on our porch—the same ones I'd seen my dad talking to a couple times before. The one banging on the door was shouting my dad's name.
Stupidly, I assumed it must be important. As I unlocked the door, the first guy barged in, shoving the door right into me.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I protested, shoving back. "What is your problem?" My voice sounded louder than I felt.
Gus—one of them—tried to shove me aside. I pushed him back without thinking. I'm a gymnast, and I'm stronger than I look. He actually stumbled, just a bit. That finally stopped him. He stared at me, shocked, then angry.
"Kid," he said, his breath heavy with alcohol and cheap cologne, "where's your father?"
Behind him, Cooper crossed his arms and watched me silently. These guys were big—built like mobsters from TV. I realized Gus probably only stumbled because he hadn't expected a girl to push back.
I tightened the belt of my robe, suddenly very aware of the water still dripping down my back. A chill ran through me—not just from being wet, but from fear. Sweat prickled under my arms. Standing there in nothing but a robe, with my dad unconscious in the other room, I understood something all at once:
I might be in real trouble.
I told them, as confidently as I could, that my dad was asleep and they could come back tomorrow. I started edging toward the door, hoping to push them outside.
Gus grabbed my arm.
I squealed before I could stop myself. "Stop it! You're hurting me."
Cooper just grinned. Gus tightened his grip. "Go wake him. We need to talk. Now."
Before I could respond, Cooper shouted, "Larry! Get your ass down here!" Then he noticed my dad slumped in his chair.
"Well, I'll be damned," Cooper said. "Old Larry's passed out drunk."
Gus turned back to me. "How long's he been like this?"
"I don't know," I said. "I just got out of the shower."
When I said "shower," Gus's eyes swept over me. I was suddenly acutely aware that I was standing there in nothing but a robe, my hair still wet, my skin chilled. I tightened the belt instinctively, feeling exposed in a way that made my stomach knot.
Weirdly, I felt my nipples harden. I don't know why, but being eyed like that sent a shiver up my spine. Sometimes when I touch myself, my mind goes dark thinking about all the porn I've seen and what can happen to girls. Now I'm worried about myself. Sometimes I think I must be deranged.
"So," Cooper said, "what are we gonna do, Gus?"
Gus sighed and softened his voice in a way that felt anything but comforting. "Listen, sweetheart. Your dad's in some trouble. We need to wake him up."
"What kind of trouble?" I asked.
"The knee-busting kind," Gus said casually.
My chest tightened. Mobsters. The thought flashed through my head so fast it almost made me dizzy.
"Your old man's got a gambling problem," Gus continued. "He owes someone a lot of money. We're here to collect."
"Well," I said quickly, "he's asleep. You'll have to talk to him tomorrow."
Cooper smirked.
Gus shook his head slowly. "No, little girl. We will collect it tonight."
The way he said "little girl" made my heart pound. Fear crept up my spine—but I also felt myself get wet between the legs.
"How much?" I asked, my voice barely steady.
"Ten thousand," Gus said.
My mouth fell open.
"We either get the money," he continued evenly, "or your dad gets hurt bad enough that we can prove we tried."
I snapped, fear boiling over into anger. "Get the fuck out right now, or I'm calling the police!"
They both looked at me—then laughed.
Gus shook his head like I'd just told a joke. "Yeah, sure." Then he added, casually, "Throw her on the couch. I'm calling the boss."
Before I could react, Cooper grabbed my arm. His grip was rough as he dragged me across the room. I fought, twisting and pulling, but it didn't matter. I was no match for him.
In the struggle, the belt of my robe loosened. Cooper shoved me onto the couch, and I hit the cushions hard—my robe falling open, exposing me completely.
"Jesus, Gus," Cooper muttered. "This girl's naked under the robe."
I grabbed at the fabric, trying to cover myself, but my left arm had slipped out, exposing one small breast. As I frantically tried to recover, I just made a mess of it, prolonging the show. Eventually, I got myself covered again.
I lay there, heart pounding, staring at the ceiling, realizing how fast everything had spiraled—and how little control I had left.
"Nice show," Cooper said, sitting next to me. "I liked seeing your little tit and your hard nipple." He smirked. "I also saw your bush. Do you trim? Will you show me again?"
I stared at him, wide-eyed. He wants me to show him my body again? He thinks I'm hot? He liked my small boob? I've always been sensitive about my breast size, thinking guys only liked large tits. I looked away, feeling the dampness between my legs and the sweat under my arms.
Cooper put his hand on my leg and squeezed. I pulled away as best I could.
"Knock it off, Cooper," Gus snapped. "Leave the kid alone."
Relieved—until I heard Gus say into the phone, "It's the asshole's daughter."
Cooper was trying to get me to open my robe again. "I don't know," he said. "Looks like she just got out of the shower or something."
My heart raced. What the fuck? He was talking to someone about me.
Then Gus asked, "Kid, what's your name?"
I just stared defiantly.
He asked again. "What's your name?"
Again, I stayed silent.
He nodded at Cooper.
Cooper grabbed my robe, pulled it open at the bottom, and—with his other hand—slapped my upper thigh with a loud crack!
"Ow!" I screamed, grabbing my robe closed.
The slap stung through every part of my body—my pussy, my clit, my nipples. It was humiliating, but damn if it didn't send my nerves into overdrive.
Gus asked again, "What is your name?"
"A-A-Amber," I stammered, sniffling.
"The kid's name is Amber," Gus said into the phone. "Cooper smacked her thigh. Got a good look too—she's pretty hot under that robe."
These guys think I'm hot?
"Yeah, I think she's pretty hot," Gus continued. "How old?"
"Dunno."
"Kid, how old are you?" Gus asked me.
What the fuck is going on? What do I have to do with my dad's mess?
Again, I just stared—and suddenly, Cooper's hand reached into my robe and twisted my nipple. He grabbed it, twisted, and pulled as I tried to fight him off.
My head spun. My nipple was hard, sore, and my pussy was throbbing. I don't know what's wrong with me. I liked the slap. I liked my nipple being twisted.
"Fuck you!" I screamed.
Cooper started reaching for me again, and I yelled, "Eighteen! I'm fucking eighteen—now leave me the fuck alone!"
Gus repeated into the phone, "Ah, you heard that?"
Then, chillingly: "Right. If she's a virgin."
I stared in disbelief as this conversation unfolded in front of me.
Gus continued, "So if she is, and we believe her, popped then tomorrow night. Uh-huh. 7 PM, and that covers the debt. Got it. I'll call you back."
He hung up and stared at me with a small smile.
"Well, look, kid," he said. "Here's the deal: Your dad owes 10k, and he doesn't have it. We can break his legs tonight, or you can give us 10k."
"I don't have any money," I said. "Please, just leave us alone. My dad will figure something out."
Gus leaned closer. "Honey, you are going to give us 10k. I'm going to ask you something, and you'll tell me the truth. Are you a virgin?"
My heart skipped. How dare he, I blushed in humiliation. I was a virgin, my boyfriend tried to finger me one time but I was too tight and it hurt.
Gus sat on the ottoman in front of me. "Our investor will pay off daddy's debt for you to be the first person to fuck you. He will fuck you tomorrow night at 7 PM. If you're a virgin, your dad's debt is erased. If not, we break his legs and come back for more until he pays."
Tears dripped down my face. This is not how I wanted to lose it. I'd seen girls sell it online—and weirdly, I'd thought about doing that to pay for college. But to some stranger? Because of my dad?
Gus wiped my tears. "Now, Amber... are you a virgin?"
I stared at him in disbelief at how this evening turned out. If I say no, they may rape me anyway. If I say yes, I am going to get fucked tomorrow and there is not much I can do about it. I picture myself bent over the couch as guys take turns on me. I shivered again and in slow motion, I nodded.
Gus clapped his hands. "Great. You'll save your dad. Aren't you happy?"
Then he said, "Now, I have to prove you're a virgin. You'll be a good girl, won't you?"
My heart raced. How do I prove this?
"Stand up," Gus ordered. "Take off your robe. We're going to check and see how tight you are and take pictures for our investor."
Cooper helped me up, and I felt my arousal drip down my thigh. Humiliated, I let my robe fall.
Gus whistled. My neck burned, my nipples pebbled, and Cooper's red handprint still glowed on my thigh. I could smell my own arousal. Can they smell it too?
Cooper pushed me back onto the couch. Gus said, "Pull her legs over your head and spread them."
Being a gymnast, I'm flexible. I leaned back as Cooper grabbed my legs, pulling them over my head. My pussy was fully exposed, my ginger bush on display—and I just obeyed, like some dumb bimbo.
I saw how wet I was, my nipples rock hard. Gus touched my inner thigh, parting my lips, watching the wetness drip. He whistled.
"So pretty... so pink...and so wet..."
Gus slowly touched my folds and then gently started to push against my opening. I stiffened and tried to move away, I could feel his finger trying to push in and my body was too tight for his finger.
"Well as tight as she is, if she isn't a virgin then her boyfriend is pretty tiny."
"How'd you stay a virgin this long with a body like this?" Cooper asked, stroking my thigh. Gus began taking pictures of my most intimate parts. My humiliation is complete.
I moaned.
Gus asked more humiliating questions as he circled my clit. "Ever sucked cock? Been fingered?"
I shook my head no.
"When's the last time you touched yourself?"
"Last night," I gasped.
He kept stroking. "Understand what's expected tomorrow? You'll be fucked hard."
I moaned and nodded.
"Say it."
"I-I'll be fucked hard," I whimpered.
Cooper was stroking his cock now, hard and leaking. I watched, mesmerized, as he pumped himself. I had only ever seen a cock in porn.
"Fuck, look at her," Cooper muttered. "Getting off on this like a little slut."
His strokes grew faster. I couldn't look away—the thick veins, the glistening head, his tightening balls.
Gus's fingers worked my clit faster. "Play with those pretty tits."
I began to play and even pinched my nipples like Cooper did; the pain mixing with pleasure.
"Bet you do this every night in bed," Gus taunted.
I nodded as his fingers tried to plunge deeper.
"Fuck, I'm close," Cooper groaned.
His cock erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting across my chest, neck, and face. Some landed on my parted lips, forcing me to taste him.
The taste sent me over the edge. I came with a scream, my pussy clamping down on Gus's fingers.
"Good girl."
He pulled his fingers free and shoved them into my mouth. The musky taste of my arousal mixed with Cooper's cum.
"Congrats, kid. You're saving your dad."
Gus peeled off five hundred-dollar bills and tossed them onto my cum-splattered chest. The money stuck to my skin.
"Buy a new white dress—pure white, innocent-looking. White lace bra and panties too." He slapped a business card on my stomach. "Go to this salon. Tell them Gus sent you. They'll wax you bare."
He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear.
"Shower. Be clean. Then go to this address at 7 PM sharp." He gripped my throat lightly. "If you don't obey, you'll be punished. If you don't show, we take it out on Daddy. Now—tell me what's gonna happen."
"I-I'll be there at 7," I whispered hoarsely. "I'll wear the white dress, get waxed, and be clean. And then..."
"And then?"
"And then I'll get fucked to pay off daddy's debt."
"Good girl."
He released me. Cooper zipped up, still grinning. My legs were still spread, my bush matted, cum dripping down my sides.
"See you tomorrow, Amber."
The door slammed behind them.
Then I heard it—the low, wet snore of my dad from his chair.
I turned my head, staring at him.
Passed out. Unconscious. Oblivious.
While his only daughter got fingered to orgasm on the couch, right in front of him. While two men talked about selling my virginity like I was some fucking thing. While they came on me, humiliated me, owned me.
And he just slept through it.
A bitter laugh bubbled up.
"Asshole."
I sat up slowly, watching cum drip down my stomach. I wiped off what I could with my robe, then stood on shaky legs and walked over to my dad.
The bottle of Jack Daniel's was still cradled in his arms.
I pried it loose and tipped it back, the whiskey burning my throat.
Fuck him.
Fuck all of this.
I wiped my mouth, slammed the bottle down, and headed upstairs.
Tomorrow night, I'd lose my virginity to a stranger.
To be continued.