Locker Room Submission (1)
Updated: Sep 9
“You know,” he said, growling menacingly in my ear, “when a white dude and a black dude are alone together, the white guy is the bitch.” He was standing right in front of me, his hand on my chest, holding me in place and pressing my back against the wall of lockers. His head was beside mine, his voice deep as he spoke right into my ear. I shivered as I felt his breath on my neck.
