“Keep going, Hazel.” Kayla instructs. “You know, if you feel up to it.”
“Monday, during lunch, I made two phone calls.” Hazel says nervously. “One to my doctor, and one to Peter.”
“The porn guy?” Lexi asks with wide eyes.
“Yeah…” Hazel guiltily admits. “I told him I needed the money. He was really excited. He said he’d get back to me with a time and place. I also made an appointment with my doctor to confirm the pregnancy. Fortunately, she was able to squeeze me in that afternoon.”
“And your doctor confirmed the pregnancy?” I ask.
“Yes.” Hazel whispers as fresh tears leak out of the corners of her eyes. “S-she said it was lucky I got one of those early detection tests, because I’m not far along at all.”
“How far along are you?” Kayla inquires.
“I got pregnant in Bermuda.” Hazel answers. “So, there are four different guys who could be the father.”
“The guys from the house beside ours!” Lexi exclaims.
“I let Ken, Ryan, and John cum in my pussy.” Hazel gives us a look of shame as she lets out a breath. “And you, of course, Steven.”
“So, it really could be any of them.” Kayla sighs.
“Yes.” Hazel nods.
“Do you want me to call Jason, the PI?” I offer. “I’m sure it won’t be hard to track the guys down, since we know the address. Then we can get paternity tests and know for sure.”
“No!” Hazel screams, making us all jump. “I, I don’t want them involved!”
“Okay, it was just a suggestion.” I say.
“Um, Hazel?” Lexi asks nervously as she takes the taller girl’s hand.
“Yeah?” Hazel mumbles.
“A-are you keeping the baby?” Lexi broaches the topic we’re all wondering about. “You know you don’t have to.”
“My doctor said the same thing. She was very supportive.” Hazel says, not answering the question.
“We can take you back there to, you know, get the procedure done.” Kayla offers. “Only if that’s what you really want. We support you either way!”
Hazel bites her lower lip. She then pulls her right hand out of Kayla’s and presses it to her lower stomach. Looking down at her hand, Hazel rubs her womb affectionately. For the first time, a small smile crosses the distraught girl’s face. Then she looks up at me.
“I’m keeping the baby.” Hazel says in a firm voice.
“Then there’s only one thing to do.” I reply.
“What?” Hazel asks.
“I’ll raise the baby with you.” I vow. “Even if I’m not the biological father, I’ll treat the baby the same.”
“I love you, Steven.” Lexi whispers.
“You’re not mad?” I ask Lexi.
“About you fathering a child? No.” Lexi shakes her head. “I said I was okay with you fucking around, in the back of my mind I had to accept that this could happen. Plus, it’s Hazel. My Slut-sister.”
“I’m gonna have a new brother or sister!” Kayla crows.
“I can’t ask you to do that, Steven.” Hazel finally speaks up. “I’m an independent girl. I helped raise my brothers. I don’t need charity.”
“I really could be the father, though.” I reason. “I have to be responsible.”
“I guess, and I want my baby to have a dad. Who better than you?” Hazel acquiesces. “Still, I can’t accept charity. I have to be able to support my baby.”
“Is this refusal to accept what you call charity how you ended up at that shitty motel?” Lexi wonders with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, yeah…” Hazel reluctantly admits.
“Okay, we don’t have to make any decisions about the baby tonight.” I insist. “What’s important right now is that Hazel is safe.”
“That’s right.” Kayla nods.
“Do you mind finishing your story, Hazel?” Lexi requests.
“O-okay.” Hazel whispers before taking a deep breath and continuing. “Peter called me back Monday night and suggested meeting up for a shoot on Friday, as in, a few hours ago. I was really nervous, but he promised it would just be him, a cameraman, and a woman to help me get ready for the shoot. I agreed.
“I was a wreck for the rest of the week. I know everyone noticed that I was barely talking. I’m sorry about that! I stopped taking my pills, because they could hurt the baby. Anyway, Friday evening, before the shoot, my parents came home. I was so overwhelmed, I needed someone to confide in. Plus, they’re my parents! I just walked up to them and announced I was pregnant. Fuck, I’m an idiot!”
“No, you’re not.” Lexi assures Hazel while rubbing her back.
“My dad called me a whore!” Hazel shrieks as she shakes with renewed sobs.
“Then they kicked you out?” Kayla asks.
“They asked who the father was.” Hazel explains. “W-when I admitted I didn’t know, my dad, my own father, he, he, he slapped me!”
“Oh, my God!” Lexi gasps.
“I see.” I say, anger boiling inside of me.
“My mom kept screaming at me to get out of her house. So, I threw everything I had into garbage bags and carried them out to the car. The last bag burst open as my mom was chasing me out for the last time.” Hazel cries. “So, I scooped up as much as I could and threw it in the back seat before driving to the address Peter gave me.”
“A-and then you did the scene?” Kayla asks, swallowing weakly.
“No.” Hazel sighs, shaking her head before explaining. “I felt like such a whore, shooting porn in a cheap motel. The fuckers couldn’t even spring for a nice location to shoot me getting fucked. I walked into the room to see those three people, and I, I couldn’t do it.”
“You didn’t do the film?” Lexi asks.
“No, I didn’t.” Hazel confirms. “Peter was annoyed, but he said girls back out all the time. I left.”
“Then what?” Kayla gently prods after a minute of silence.
“I had nowhere else to go, no money for a room, so I just went to that crappy bar on the first floor of the motel.” Hazel answers. “I had enough money to buy a drink, but before I took the first sip, I remembered that I’m pregnant, so I pushed the drink away.
“Some guy who was probably in his early thirties came up to me and asked if I didn’t like my drink. I just lied and said someone bought it for me, but I don’t drink. He laughed and asked why I was in a bar if I don’t drink. I gave him a fake smile and told him that I was looking for some company.
“He told me his name was Ted. We talked for a little while, and he said he had a room. I agreed to come with him to his room. I figured if I put out, he’d give me a place to stay the night.”
“Oh, Hazel!” I groan. “Why didn’t you come here?”
“I told you, I don’t need charity!” Hazel hisses.
“It’s not charity to let a friend spend the night.” Kayla interjects.
“She’s right.” Lexi nods. “You aren’t acting rationally right now.”
“Anyway,” Hazel continues, ignoring the girls, “we got up to his room and I went to kiss him. He pushed my face away and said he doesn’t kiss whores. I should have understood then, but I didn’t. Next thing I know, I’m on my knees with his cock in my mouth.
“Ted fucked my face for a few minutes, ripping out my hair elastic and making me gag. Then he started pulling at my shirt. That’s how it got torn. I eventually got off his cock long enough to take my shirt off, but it was already ruined. I took my bra off next, and he mauled my tits while I blew him.
“When he was done using my mouth, Ted dragged me by the hair over to the bed. He had me bend over. He yanked my pants and underwear down. I remember feeling my jeans stretched around my thighs as he pushed inside me.
“He was rough. Very rough. He spanked me. Not in the way I like, he did it like he was trying to hurt me. He kept calling me names, like ‘bitch’ and ‘whore’ while pulling my hair. It didn’t feel good. I just pretended to enjoy it so he would get off and I’d be able to go to sleep.
“Finally, he said he was ready to cum and yelled at me to get on my knees. He held my head back by the hair while telling me to beg for it. I said whatever I could to make him cum. I lied and told him how badly I wanted it. He started cumming. It got all over my face and in my hair. Then he had me clean his cock with my mouth.
“I took off my pants and underwear before going to the bathroom to clean up. When I got back, he was half-asleep on the bed. I curled up beside him naked and figured I’d be able to at least spend the night in peace.”
“We should report him for rape!” Lexi insists vehemently.
“It might be a good idea, Hazel.” Kayla adds.
“No!” Hazel screeches. “He was rough, but I let him do it. I begged him to cum on my face, I willingly sucked him off, I chose to bend over and spread my legs!”
“Hazel…” I whisper.
“NO!” the tan girl screams.
“Okay, okay. Sorry.” I stammer, my hands in the air.
“I was wrong.” Hazel sniffles. “I didn’t get to sleep in peace. He woke up and asked me why the fuck I was still there. I just laid there in shock, unable to say anything. Then he said he remembered. He got his wallet and threw some money at me. Then he dragged me by the hair toward the door.
“I screamed that I needed my clothes. He tossed them out after me. That’s how I lost my bra, he never threw it outside. I was standing in the hallway of that shitty motel, naked and holding onto my clothes and some money. The door behind me opened, and some old guy got a nice look at my ass.
“He asked me how much for an hour, and I burst into tears. Then I quickly got dressed in what clothes I had while he leered at me. I ran out to my car. I had no idea where I was gonna go, I just knew I couldn’t stay there. My car wouldn’t start!”
Hazel breaks down again, and loses the ability to keep speaking. We know the rest, anyway. Lexi and Kayla each hold one of Hazel’s hands as they also rub her back. When it at last seems like Hazel is calming down, she notices the money still in her hand and starts crying so hard she’s hyperventilating.
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