Chapter 37

Heath doesn't stop thrusting.He can't. We're too deep in the flow to stop, but fuck, the look of shock on his gorgeous face makes me grin.

"Your fucking girlfriend?!"

"Yeah, Ella is my girlfriend."

Heath closes his eyes, and I wonder how he's going to react, his laddered cock still driving its way inside me.

"I'm fucking your girlfriend, Josh. What the fuck?"

"Yeah, I know," Josh says. "Feels good, doesn't it? Feels really fucking good. Enjoy it."

"We're both entertainers –" I begin, but Josh gives me a gentle shhh.

"Don't justify it, baby. I want Heath to know exactly who he's sharing. Whose horny, wet cunt he's using." He pauses. "Tell him how much you like it. Tell him how desperate you are for more."

It seems so much dirtier now it's out in the open. A dip into the forbidden. My cheeks are burning up, but I find I'm pushing back against their thrusting dicks with more force.

"Say it, baby," Josh says. "Be honest and tell him how it feels."

I look Heath right in his gorgeous eyes. "It's dirty, filthy, and it feels so fucking good. Don't stop." I'm panting, reaching the peak. "Please, whatever you do, don't stop."

"I'm not gonna stop," Heath says. "If anything, I want it more."

Jesus Christ, how the two guys plough me dick to dick, their piercings like divine weapons on the attack, with just the wall of my pussy between them. The sensation is unreal – surreal – it feels like my orgasm is building somewhere deep in my ass. It's truly incredible, unique, and I can't stop from bucking to their rhythm and moaning in a horny dream.

"More," I manage to say and Heath knows the score. There's pure lust in his eyes as he presses his weight down harder, and Josh not only underhooks my arms to hold me tight, the bastard grabs my tits, my hard nipples trapped between his fingers.

"Fuck my gorgeous girlfriend," Josh says, "and don't hold back."

My pussy sizzles and sparks and my slutty moans are real.

Heath doesn't speak, just pushes my knees back and fucks me hard.

"Fill her up with me, Heath," Josh says.

Heath's grunts are low and feral, and Josh's curses are like whispered sins in my ear with every hard slam. It really is perfection.

And so is the orgasm.

The heat explodes within, grunts rent the air, and then I yell. I truly fucking shriek, convulsing against Josh's tight hold as my tits are squeezed.

Heath's cock slams deep and I FEEL his convulsion as he starts to unload.

"Fuck!" Josh says and I FEEL the swell of him. The swell of both of them as they pump me full of cum and it really is out of this fucking world.

I've still got both cocks pulsing inside me on the comedown. I'm a panting wreck, and my pussy and ass are sore as fuck from the ladders, but I'd give anything to do it all over again.

They take it slow when they pull out, but it still makes me yelp. Josh moves me to the side, and I raise myself up to get a look at my own used holes. I'm gaping raw. Dripping with cum.

It's fucking beautiful.

"Time for dessert," Josh says with a wicked grin, and Heath grins back.

"Yeah, let's get your gorgeous girlfriend cleaned up."

Could this get any better?

I'm in heaven as they gently help me onto all fours. I grab a pillow, stick my ass in the air and drop my head onto the pillow, parting my legs for them.

"Good girl," Josh says, "you look incredible."

"Hmm," I say, swaying my sore ass a little, "I feel incredible. Thanks, guys."

It's Heath's hands that land on my ass. "A hedonistic delight is what you are," he says and I groan when his tongue circles my asshole.

"Push some out for me," he says and fuck if my clit isn't sparking again.

I give a little push and feel the dribble. Heath runs his tongue up, licking me clean.

Josh comes in close, hands on my thigh, his hot mouth lapping at my pussy.

I gasp when he catches my clit with his teeth.

And gasp again when Heath's tongue pushes deep in my ass.

"That's so fucking nice," I say, "but you really should share."

Josh delivers first, presenting me with two fingers, dripping with Heath's cum. I suck them clean like a needy bitch. Heath arrives next, but Josh's cum isn't on his fingers… it's in his mouth. He kisses me with a dirty, cum filled mouth, his tongue slick against mine.

"More," I say once I've sucked his tongue clean.

Josh comes back up from my pussy. He hooks his fingers in my cheeks and opens my mouth. I feel like the best dirty slut when he dribbles Heath's cum from his tongue onto mine.

"Fuck, that's hot," Heath says. "Keep your mouth open, Ella."

I do what I'm told, squirming as Heath digs into my ass for more cream. My stunning idol mirrors my boyfriend and lets the cum dribble from his mouth, right into mine.

"Come here," I say, and urge them close, both at once, for hot, wet, filthy three-way kisses. The guys keep finger fucking my used ass and pussy, and Josh knows me so well that he takes full advantage of it. I'm still in the aftermath of one hot orgasm, but he works me so well that I have no choice but to reach another height. This one will be so intense, it's going to hurt.

I stiffen up this time, my mouth open wide as I come, and both of them keep kissing me, licking me, driving their fingers in deep. I dig my nails into both of their backs, a victim to the pure white heat as the climax bursts free.

I'm straining for breath when Josh pulls away, grinning at Heath like a victor.

"So, about my girlfriend," he says. "Glad I brought her along?"

Heath laughs, looking at my bobbing tits.

"Glad doesn't cut it, Josh. She's fucking divine. You're one lucky guy."

Oh, to be admired by such wonderful men. I bask in the glow, stretched out between the guys of my fantasies.

"Let's get a wine," Heath says. "And then, how about we show your beautiful girlfriend just how filthy things get around here?"

Josh is smirking like a kid in a candy store.

"Sounds like a plan. I want her to see everything."

Heath tips his head. "You sure about that?"

"Deadly."

I'm a fish on a hook, controlled by nothing but horniness.

And I love it this way.

Josh supports me on the way downstairs, since my legs are so weak I can hardly walk. We're all naked together as we give a cheers and knock back our wine in the living room.

Heath laughs as the truth of the matter really sinks in.

"How long have you two been a couple?"

"We met at The Agency Christmas party," I say. "After that the lines get a little blurry."

"They weren't all that blurry," Josh says, and brushes my hair behind my ear. "I knew from the off, baby. I think you did, too."

"Yeah, I did."

"Did Josh tell you about me?" Heath asks, and I shake my head.

"Not a word, no. We take confidentiality mega seriously." I elbow Josh's arm. "He even sat and binge watched seasons one and two of your show without so much as a hint. I didn't have the slightest clue. I can't believe it."

Heath tips his glass. "Maybe you're a better actor than I gave you credit for."

"I still don't want a role on Nighttime Whispers," Josh laughs. "I'd much rather get paid for fucking the star performer, thanks very much."

Heath Mason is a really nice guy. The wine flows, and the conversation flows just as easily. Heath tells me about how he first found Josh's profile and has been fucking him ever since. It's picture perfect to see the pair of them so engaged with each other. Genuine friends. Lovers.

"Josh was the first one to fist me," Heath announces, just like that. "He was the first guy to piss in my face, too. And you know what they say… once you start, there's no going back."

"Sorry, what?" I stare at Heath.

"Your boyfriend was the first one to fist me, and to piss in my face. Call it addictive. Call him addictive."

"It's an accolade I hold dearly," Josh says.

"He pisses in your face?" My curiosity spikes, damn pussy firing up again as I flashback to sitting in Daddy's shower tray, my own golden flow unstoppable. And Daddy had been so tempted. I try to imagine Heath Mason on his knees, piss soaking his gorgeous long hair as Josh lets loose.

It'sme who looks like a kid in a sweet shop now. I can feel the greedy fascination emanating out of me.

"Piss play?!" I say. "Will you be doing that tonight?"

"That's the plan," Heath laughs. "Seems Josh has been keeping you in the dark a bit. Bad boy."

I look at my boyfriend.

"Surprise!" he says, "told you it would happen when it would happen."

He did tell me, more than once.

Heath raises his eyebrows. "She hasn't done it before?"

Josh is still looking at me when he shakes his head. "No, but she'll love it. I've been holding back on purpose." He pauses. "Want to see some piss play with me and the Count, Ella?"

"Yes," I reply, without so much as batting an eyelid. Then I down the rest of my wine. "Too right I do."

"We'd better get to it, then," Heath says, but then he holds up a finger. "But first, let's get prepared."

He disappears into the kitchen, and I don't even know what to say to Josh. He's been leaving me hanging for ages, hinting that we'd be hitting this kink when the time was right… and now I know why.

Heath appears with three pint glasses in his hands, filled to the brim with water.

"Is one for me?" I ask.

"Depends if you want to spectate or join in," Heath says as he puts the glasses on the coffee table.

It's another easy decision. I grab my glass and glug it back like I'm parched. I smack my lips when I'm done.

"I knew you'd be keen," Josh says, then downs his in one long draw.

He has no fucking idea.

"And another wine," Heath says and fills our glasses.

It still feels like I'm in some strange fantasy dream, naked and clinking glasses with a superstar.

"To the best golden showers!" my TV hero says and both me and Josh give a cheers.

How fucking surreal.

"Back in a minute," Heath says and collects up the pint glasses.

"This is surreal." I voice my thoughts to Josh.

"Surreal and beautiful," he says and cups my face in his hands before kissing me.

I'm sucking the wine from his tongue when Heath returns with the pint glasses refilled.

"We always have two pints," Heath says, passing out the glasses, "but if it's too much for you, just drink what you can. Don't go puking on the rug."

His smile is warm as I take my glass from him.

"Thanks," I say, "promise I won't puke."

It takes me four swallows to finish the whole pint while Heath tops up the wine again.

I shake my head no when he gestures to my wine glass. My head is already spinning enough.

Heath and Josh clink glasses. "Noroc!" Heath says and they knock their wine back in one go.

"You've said that before," I say to Heath, "in the show before you drank a glass of blood."

"I did indeed," Heath says, licking his wine-red lips. "It's Romanian for cheers."

"Will you say it when you piss on me?" I ask, feeling a cocky wine glow.

"But of course, sweet curva," Heath says and bows his head to me.

I look at him blankly.

He shrugs, "It means, slut, whore, bitch, that kinda thing."

"Noroc, curva… cheers, slut," I say and Heath laughs.

"Shall we get started?"

"Can't wait," I say and Heath gestures to the stairs.

I walk upstairs ahead of the guys, swaying my hips as I go. The wine and the banter have me on a horny high and there is no fighting the inner slut. I really want to do this. I really want to feel what it's like to be pissed on, and to piss on someone. I've seen plenty videos of sluts enjoying it. I want to be that happy little curva.

We fall onto Heath's bed together first, kissing, stroking, teasing. I could do this for ever, kissing two gorgeous guys with a laddered cock in each hand. It's not just the dirtiness of the forbidden that enthrals me. It's the energy under the surface. The way Heath kisses Josh like he means it, and the way Josh holds him close. The way they are so hungry for each other, pulling me into the frenzy. The energy between them is perfectly balanced. These men are equals. Filthy equals who want each other.

And want me, too…

I'm sucked into the heady atmosphere, craving everything there is to know. I want to share.

I want to share Josh with Heath…

I mean, really fucking share.

The thought is overwhelming.

So is the growing pressure in my bladder.

Josh must spot the glint in my eye. He smiles at me.

"Needing the toilet yet?"

He presses on my stomach, and yes. Two pints of water has sealed the deal on that, along with the wine.

"Yeah, I am."

"Good. It's going to get a lot worse than this by the time you actually get to go." Josh looks so excited. "I can't wait to see you joining in on the golden fun, baby."

"Neither can I," Heath says, and both of them kiss me again in unison. Three mouths joined as one as I give both dicks a squeeze.

Every minute becomes a perfect torment – the need to take a piss growing stronger and stronger. It must be the same for them. Their cocks are hard, but there is no doubt their bladders are straining..

"I can't hold back much longer," Heath says with a groan.

"Really?" Josh says. "Let's test that out."

"Are you fucking serious?" Heath says.

I'm not sure what Josh is suggesting until he gets up on his knees and pats the mattress. "Come on. Let's give Ells a bit more of a show."

Heath gives me playful side eye. "Fine." He gets on all fours and presents his ass to Josh and I really do almost piss myself when I realise I'm going to witness an ass pounding.

I can't believe this. I'm such a lucky girl.

My hand goes straight to my clit when Josh spreads Heath's cheeks, spits on his hole, then pushes in with one long, hard shove.

Heath curses, but he's bucking back against every single slam.

Fucking hell, I'm out of my mind with need as my boyfriend pushes our client to the limit. Every thrust has him groaning.

"I really need to fucking piss," Heath says. "You're playing dirty."

"Don't want to wet the bed, do you?" Josh says, and slaps Heath's butt cheek.

"I'm not going to have a choice if you keep on going."

"That's the whole fucking point."

"Seriously," Heath says, "keep going and it'll be wasted on the sheets."

"Good point," Josh says, slowly drawing his cock back until just the head is trapped inside.

What a fucking sight. I strum my clit some more.

"But one last slammer won't hurt," Josh says and slams into Heath like a piledriver before pulling out fast.

Heath yelps and groans. "Bastard," he says, "payback's a bitch. Get your sorry ass to the bathroom."

Shit, just the mention of the bathroom makes the nerves bubble up and the need to pee almost too much to hold back.

The bathroom is huge and marble, as you'd expect. White marble with flashes of grey, stark against a jet-black stone floor. The shower is huge and powerful, easily big enough to fit all three of us inside, but I hold back as the two loverboys step on in first, gasping as Josh takes a fistful of Heath's hair and forces him straight down onto his knees.

"Watch this, baby," he says to me, as I stare on with wide eyes. Then Josh turns his attention to Heath, brushing a thumb across his cheek. "Open wide."

Josh's cock is solid, so it must be a battle. His piss comes out in spurts. Three jets straight into Heath's hungry mouth, but Heath doesn't swallow. He smiles and lets it overflow, spilling my boyfriend's piss down his chin – dribbling in rivulets down his ripped chest.

The next jet is longer, and Heath moans, taking hold of Josh's cock and letting it gush all over his face. Their excitement makes it all the more filthy. Heath is working his own hard dick as he gulps down Josh's piss, and I can't help myself. Without invitation I step into the shower, loving how streams of yellow soak through my toes.

"Want to share some, already?" Josh asks me, and I nod.

"You know I do."

"Get on your knees, then. Ask Heath if you can have some."

I drop down beside Heath, my face close to his as I run my fingers up his piss soaked chest. It's still warm.

"Please," I say to our beautiful client. "Can I share my boyfriend's piss with you?"

Heath swallows a mouthful before he smiles. "Be my guest, sweet curva."

My nipples prickle at his words. I so want to be his sweet slut. I take hold of my tits and open my mouth for him.

He angles Josh's cock towards me, and I remember how much I was craving this in Daddy's bathroom. I'm ready for it.

"Don't swallow," Josh says. "Sharing is caring."

The jet is fierce when it lands on my tongue, and I retch on instinct, but there is nothing to retch about. I grin at how easy it is – because it's not some filthy infested grot scene I'd imagined. It's a warm, yellow gush that tastes just fine. Naughty, not nasty. Not nasty at all.

I'm laughing when Josh takes his dick back and sprays me and Heath one after the other. We're fighting over the stream, like chicks in a nest, open mouthed as we try to get our fill. Thank fuck we downed two pints of water, because Josh has plenty to go around. Me and Heath are both covered, soaking wet, when he kisses me. The joy of tasting my boyfriend's piss in Heath's mouth is divine, and Josh keeps spraying us as our tongues tangle.

So, this is it. My first taste of watersports.

Josh was right – I'm addicted.

"Your turn," Josh says when he's finally done spraying. He taps Heath's shoulder, and I moan as the Count breaks the kiss to get to his feet. But he's replaced by my gorgeous Josh, who pulls my piss slick body against his and lands his lips on mine.

"You'll have to fight me for this round," Josh says, and pokes out his pierced tongue. I adore the humour in his eyes. "I love Heath's piss. I'd down every single drop of it and still beg for more."

"Yeah?" I say, squaring up to him. "Well, so would I."

I crack into a grin as Heath strains against his hard-on.

We both take hold of Heath's hard laddered dick as he curses and tries to get the jet flowing. We urge him on with giggles and open mouths – a filthy dynamic duo, crazy for fun.

The first spurt is barely a dribble, and Josh gets to it before me with his snake move.

"Come on," I say, "your sweet curva is thirsty," and open my mouth wide.

"Norac!" Heath says and lets rip, and the hose comes rushing – piss jetting all over the pair of us.

I love the way piss feels so warm as it dribbles down my tits. I love the way it pools between my legs, soaking against my clit as I circle my fingers. Josh sees me playing, and takes my chin, holding me in position under Heath's streaming dick.

"Using it to get yourself off, hey? Naughty bitch. Let's see how well you can swallow before you use it as fucking lube." He angles my face up, and my eyes meet Heath's. "Drink, Ella. Drink Heath's filthy fucking piss."

I have to gulp it down so fast. Mouthful after mouthful of the warm wet stream. I manage three full swallows before it overflows, but Josh is right beside me to clear up the mess, licking it up from my chin. It's his fingers against my clit now, playing. I grind against him as I keep on swallowing, trying to drink every drop of Heath's piss that I can.

And then… as the climax builds – I feel my own bladder calling.

I clench to fight it, but Josh feels it. He shakes his head with a smirk.

"No, no, baby. You've taken from us, so you'll give in return."

It's a strange feeling, as my turn approaches. I'm used to all kinds of filth, but a strange instinct holds me back. Heath helps me to my feet, and I give my thanks, dripping with his piss, and then it's the two guys on their knees before me. It's them with their hands on my thighs, telling me to spread and deliver. It's their mouths that are open, wanting, and their dirty eyes staring up at me.

But my body holds back.

I can't make myself pee.

"Blank your mind out, Ella," Josh says. "Stop overthinking."

I wonder if I'm doing the lip thing, and smirk to myself. I try to blank everything out, like Josh says, and focus on my breathing. All three of us are already covered in piss. We've already been kissing, and gulping and playing in spray. So, now it's just my turn. I have to do this.

Josh spreads my pussy lips, and I cry out as he digs the tip of his tongue right against my clit.

"Do it," he says. "Give it to us."

Fuck it. I push down, but nothing.

"Do it," Josh says again. "Come on, Ella. Stop thinking."

I push down. Straining against imaginary forces.

"DO IT!" Josh shouts, and the dam bursts. I squat and push and let my piss flow free. What a cascade.

It's not nearly so directed as hose jets – more like a yellow river laced with waterfalls, and the guys are right on it. Lapping, kissing, and taking it in turns to swallow down mouthfuls. I push harder and give them more, my hands pressing the shower glass as leverage as I let myself go.

It's heady.

Freeing.

A dirty delight.

The guys are still eating me out in tandem when I'm done. I grip both of their heads to me, fingers tangling in their wet hair. Beautiful filth.

I squat as Josh's tongue circles my clit, and manage another little burst of piss, but that's all, because I'm coming. Panting like a dirty bitch as both guys work their cocks in the piss pool.

Addictive is an understatement.

I'm already hooked so bad I'll need rehab.

We're all a mess when I'm done. I collapse in the shower tray along with them, all of us in the glow of seedy brilliance. We resume our positions from the bed earlier – lying together as we kiss and play and tease.

I have both guys cocks in my hands at one point, working them hard, and I think I'll have them coming in tandem, but Josh stops me with a whoa.

He shakes his head.

"No, baby. Heath's next round of cum is for my asshole, not for the plughole."

He gets up and flicks on the shower, and I groan as the water runs clear. I could play in the piss pool for hours.

It's just a token wash down before we towel off – still kissing and teasing as we make a vague attempt to get dry. I may have only just come, again, but I'm getting greedy when it comes to orgasms… and this fantasy has been another long one in the making.

I want to see my boyfriend's ass getting fucked by another guy's cock.

Heath's. My onscreen idol. My fantasy brought to life.

Heath's grin is becoming more familiar by the second, and it's not just from Nighttime Whispers anymore. He takes me by the hand and leads me from the bathroom to the bed, with Josh in tow.

"Do you want to see me unload in your boyfriend's asshole?"

I look at my boyfriend. My stunning, gorgeous beast of a man with filthy lust in his eyes.

"You guys are so full of rhetorical questions. You already know the answer, Heath."

"So, say it, then." Heath's tone is filthy. His cock is rock solid. "Ask me to fuck his ass for you."

"Fuck Josh for me, please," I tell him. "I want to see him take it."

"How hard?"

I give Josh the eye as he joins us on the bed, stalking up to us on all fours.

"As hard as you fucking can."

Heath laughs. "No problem. It was on the agenda anyway."

Every second has me on fire in anticipation, I want to see Heath Mason use my boyfriend so fucking bad. It feels like an incredible honour, watching my boyfriend shuffle his knees apart and drop his cheek to the mattress, smirking at me as Heath positions himself between his ass cheeks.

"Enjoy the show, baby," Josh says, and I grin at him.

"I don't even want to blink."

I scoot up, so I'm right at the side of the action.

I figure it will be a gentle warmup when Heath goes for it, but no. Just a slither of lube, and Heath leverages his full force, impaling my boyfriend's ass in one hard thrust. I almost jump away in shock when Josh lets out a curse, because it's so damn brutal, but he grits his teeth and takes it.

Heath drives his cock into my boyfriend like a demon.

"Now Ella can see just what a filthy hardcorer you really are, Josh. You'll be coming so hard, you'll scream the place down."

Jesus Christ, Josh presses his forehead to the mattress, still cursing because Heath is fucking him so rough, but I can't stop staring at the beauty of Josh's ass taking it. Slowly, he loosens up, his ass accepting the pierced assault, and then, in no time, he's arching his back, grunting.

This is the man I know…

I know him when he's raging hard like this…

I reach under him and take his dick, balls ready to burst, and I tease him to blowing point, smiling at Heath until he gives me the nod. He's got this under control. These guys have done this plenty of times before.

It's one of the reasons it's so damn spectacular.

I don't know how Heath manages to work two fingers into Josh along with his cock with no extra lube – but he does it. He raises himself up and slams Josh like a bitch, and that's when my boyfriend starts losing it.

He lets out roar after roar of pure need, and I see exactly what Heath was talking about.

This is screaming the fucking place down.

My boyfriend comes as I milk his cock, but that's not the extent of the orgasm Josh is having. Not even close. Josh is having an anal orgasm off the charts. Well done, Heath.

I'm humbled by the expertise in this room, so grateful to be a part of it.

When the orgasms are done and finished with, the guys give each other a high five, and then pull me in for a hug. I feel like a newbie all over again, like I know nothing. And I don't. Not compared to them.

But I'm learning…

Heath leads us downstairs and opens another bottle of wine in celebration, and we are an hour over schedule by the time Josh and I leave for the night, but I couldn't care less. We both wince as we get in the cab, and we laugh together. He takes my hand and raises it to plant a kiss on my knuckles.

"I'm so proud of you, Ella. You were a superstar."

"A superstar with a superstar."

"Heath's down to earth for a superstar, so don't worry about that," he says, but I shake my head.

"I was talking about you, Josh." I look at my boyfriend with pure adoration. "You're the superstar, not Heath."

Josh leans in for a kiss, and we'd be in the cloud of Romeo and Juliet for three days straight – if my phone didn't start vibrating in my handbag.

"Damn it. It better not be Connor," I say. "It's nearly 4 a.m., for fuck sake."

My heart stops when I see the name on the screen. Because it's not Connor, or unknown, or private number. It's Dad. And I get a glimpse of the notifications window in the background.

Eighteen missed calls.

What the hell?

"Dad?!" I say when I answer. "Are you ok?! What's happening?"

"That's the question I'm calling to ask YOU!" he shouts. "What the fuck is happening with YOU?!"

I wait for it. Oh fucking hell no.

The jackass has done it. I know he has.

"Connor called and told us you're a prostitute, Ella. He said Josh is your pimp, and you've been selling yourself for cash since he left you. Tell us he's a liar, please. Conniving piece of shit! We've been worried sick by this crap."

But I can't do that.

I can't lie to them.

Not like this.

"Josh isn't my pimp," I say, and Dad lets out a sigh.

"Good. Thank fuck for that. And you're not a whore either, right?"

I can't speak. I stay silent. The seconds tick by like hours.

"Ella!" Dad yells. "You're not a whore, are you? You're in PR!"

I close my eyes, hating my sonofabitch ex with every scrap of my being.

"I am in PR," I tell my dad. "I'm an entertainer." And then I pause. It has to be done. I can't lie to him.

"An entertainer? And what's that?"

Fuck you, Connor. Fuck you.

"I entertain clients. However they want to be entertained."

Deadly silence. Deadly.

"That means a whore, doesn't it? Are you a fucking prostitute, Ella?"

Here goes nothing.

"Yeah," I say. "I guess you could phrase it that way, if you wanted to."

I have to pull my phone from my ear as Dad erupts at me. He shouts and screams, and Mum wails in the background.

"HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN? WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING TELL US? WHY THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU A FUCKING PROSTITUTE?? WE'D HAVE SAVED YOU! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THIS!"

I try to answer, but they are too emotional to listen, so I stop my attempts and just take it. I soak up their hurt, and concern and outrage – my heart pounding and my guts twisting in pain.

How can things go from so high to so fucking low, just like that?

"We're getting on a plane right fucking now," Dad says when he's finally coherent, and then the line goes dead.