Attention whore

This story — Attention whore — was first published in July 2012 and linked for the discontinued meme, Frisky Friday. Back then I posted it in two parts, but after the much needed editing (my writing was so bad back then), I have decided to share it in one go. It’s a darker story, and one that came to mind when we were in the north of Rotterdam, and I recognized a friend’s car in front of me. I texted her, but she only saw the message hours later.

Content warning: non-consensual sexual activities.


Attention whore

Driving through an unfamiliar neighborhood, Rita heard the familiar ping of an incoming message on her mobile phone. She knew the message would still be there once she reached her destination, and that the sender would understand if she didn’t reply immediately. Still, she couldn’t help herself. She reached for her phone and quickly opened the message.

The angry sound of a car horn instantly brought her attention back to the surrounding traffic. She’d almost missed the stop sign at the end of the road. Rita turned left and as traffic was slow, her curiosity got the better of her. Trying to keep one eye on the road, she skimmed the message.

I’m in the car in front of you xxx

The message came from one of her friends. Rita recognized the blue car in front of her, which she had followed when she turned onto this road. Neither she nor her friend lived in this area. Imagine the coincidence to be on the same street at the same time! She tried, but she couldn’t see her friend inside the car, because of the sun’s reflection on the back window.

Imagining her friend watching her in the rear-view mirror, she waved. Dammit, Rita thought, I wish I could see if she’s waving back.

She waved once more and hoped her friend saw it. But she still was in doubt. Then she had an idea. Rita reached for a lever on the steering column, and flicked it a couple of times, flashing her lights at the car in front of her. Thinking she now had her friend’s attention, she waved again. Then she waited for her friend to acknowledge her, but nothing. Again Rita flashed her lights and waved.

Two things then happened at exactly the same moment. Another message pinged its arrival on her phone, and her the blue car’s indicator flashed to turn into an alley. Rita dismissed looking at the message when she saw the flashing orange light.

Ah, she has seen me, Rita thought, and wants me to follow.

So she did.

Turning into the alley, Rita realized it was just wide enough for one car to pass through, but it was the darkness inside the alley that stirred her discomfort. Her friend’s car drove well into the alley to a spot where it was just wide enough for two cars to park next to each other. Rita quickly parked her car, jumped out and walked to the driver’s side of the other car, expecting her friend to get out too.

In the next couple of seconds, her head filled with a million thoughts.

Where is my friend? Who is this man? Why did I follow this car? This is not my friend’s car. How could I have been so stupid? I’m such a fucking imbecile. Oh my god, I have to get away. I have to leave.

Rita turned to run, but was too slow and too late. The suited man grabbed her from behind, his hand covering her mouth to silence her screams. She tried to fight him, but he was far stronger than her. He trapped her between his body and the car, pressing his hard body against hers.

“Don’t fight me now, woman! You’re the one who followed me here!” he spoke in a civilized voice.

Rita’s muscles went limp.

Yes, I did, she realized.

Then she remembered why she did, and even though his hand still covered her mouth, she tried to explain. His hand muffled her words, and Rita started fighting again. His grip tightened. One hand was on her mouth; an elbow pinned her body against his car. His other hand easily held her hands down. He let go of her hands, and in the same movement, he pressed his large body tighter against hers, now pinning her arms between them.

He pulled the tie from his neck. Despite her fighting, he turned her around in one smooth movement and pushed her against the wall. He roughly pulled her arms behind her back and held them up as high as he could, immobilizing her against the wall. Quickly, he tied her wrists together.

The man swung her around and clawed at her skirt. Rita’s fighting spirit returned. She screamed, but instantly a hand covered her mouth again. With his other hand, he pulled her skirt up.

Oh no, Rita thought, oh no, this is not really happening.

“Oh my god, help me,” she screamed into his hand, hearing nothing but a faint sound.

His fingers roughly entered her.

Oh god, Rita blushed, I’m wet.

Her body had betrayed her. She fought ans screamed, but he held her tight, his hand over her mouth, and pinning her against the wall with his shoulder, while impaling her onto the fingers of his other hand.

“Mmm, you want this as much as I do,” he groaned. “You needed this attention. Oh yes, you did. Admit that you did, you whore. That’s why you followed me here, for the attention. Feel that wet pussy. So nice. So wet.”

Tears rolled down Rita’s cheeks as shame filled her. Shame for what was happening, and shame because she enjoyed it. She made another faint attempt to fight him, but her fighting was much less than before.

“See, this is what you came for. For my fingers. To feel them in that hot wet cunt of yours,” the man talked without stopping, “you just needed this. So much. You wanted it. You craved it. The attention, the feeling, the whoring around. Yes, admit it, you want it. You need it.”

As he talked and held her in position, he watched his fingers moving in and out of her. His grip on her, keeping her in position, didn’t slacken for one second. He fucked her with his fingers, and in a constant stream of words, told her she was a filthy attention whore.

Rita fought the feelings inside her, but lost. An orgasm closed around the fingers inside her, and fluids ran down the insides of her thighs. Suddenly he let go of her, turned around, got into his car and in reverse gear he left the alley at such a speed that Rita thought he might crash into the walls of the narrow entrance.

She sagged to her knees, feeling faint, partly because of her orgasm, but mostly with relief that he had left. It took her a while to free her hands from the tie behind her back. She got in her car, and the first thing she noticed was the flashing light on her phone. Rita remembered the ping of the message she had ignored.

It indeed was from her friend:

Sorry you didn’t see us, but maybe you didn’t recognize the yellow car of my husband? You turned left, and we went right. Such a coincidence to be in the same street at the same time!

© Rita’s Notes
Image from Pixabay


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11 thoughts on “Attention whore

  1. Great tale Marie – and of course back when you wrote this more people seem to accept and appreciate dark erotic fiction. Now so many bleet on about condoms, consent and all sorts – which really defeats the point of a dark story like this – I loved it

    1. I agree with your comment 100%, May. I love dark stories like this, and don’t always want to think of condoms and consent, and all that. Sometimes I just want to let my fantasy roam free, like I did in this one.

  2. WOW! This one was dark. I must admit, the way you wrote this…it filled me with a bit of fear. Your ability to invoke such an emotion in me is shocking to me! Well done, Marie! You are such a talented writer 🙂 XOXO

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