Viagra and Vicious Violence: A Teens Descent into Dark Despair Andre shoved the teen into his room and slammed the door shut behind him. “Take it all off,” he ordered her as locked the door behind him; “I want to see you completely naked.” He reached into his jacket pocket and swallowed a Viagra. Scarlett didn’t say a word as she slowly took off her heels. It was the standard to counter orders with a simple, “yes master,” but she never bothered to do it, she never bothered to make a sound. She slowly unhooked her garter belt and pulled it down her long legs, followed by her stockings. She took them off one by one, taking care to be as slow and seductive as possible, she knew men liked to watch as she stripped off her clothes and hoped that if she pleased Andre he would be gentle with her. When she was finished she stood in the center of the room, with her arms at her side as she waited for the next order. Being naked in front of men still didn’t make her feel good. It still made her feel uncomfortable, worthless, and dirty, but she had done it so often over the last few months that she could chock back the tears and stand stoically as the men looked her over. “Now get your ass over here and take my clothes off.” Scarlett nodded and walked as seductively as she could manage towards the old banker. She started with his jacket, slowly helping him out of it, then walked to face him and took off his tie, pulling it out from under the collar and dropping it on the floor. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it from top to bottom, one button at a time. She guided the white Oxford button down over his shoulders, and then slowly lifted his wife beater over his head. The teen ran her hands through the dense hair that covered his fat man-tits, back, and arms. …but everything was about to change
