You desperately want to refuse and keep pleading, but all your words are having no impact on that puckish grin. Derek has plans for you, and you're not changing his mind. You gulp and nod, forcing a smile, despite not being happy about this situation at all.
Derek's teeth flash as his grin widens. "Smart choice, butt-bitch. I'm gonna hold you to that." Derek sets you in the sink, blasting water in and squirting soap in. You roll your eyes, thinking sarcastically how amazing it is he knows what soap is.
Before you can react, Derek pulls your shirt off, then your pants, then your underwear, stripping you naked. "Don't need these anymore, do ya loser." He dumps them in the trash and scrubs you down, firm and a bit rough, but careful not to hurt you.
Finally, Derek pulls you out and holds you in front of the air dryer, blasting you with the warm torrent and drying you off. Holding you in front of his face, he belches on you, strong enough to make your hair wave in the breeze of his breath. You can smell cigarettes and a hint of alcohol, making you grimace.
"You feel pretty good, little man." Derek chuckles as he rubs his thumb against your skin. "It's gonna be fun ploppin' my fat ass on you all day."
Hearing his continued taunts makes your skin crawl, your cheeks turning red. Your heart starts beating faster as Derek moves you, ready to get his fun started.
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