Nastya stepped off the elevator and into the smoke-filled apartment, immediately feeling like a fish out of water. She scanned the room, her sharp green eyes taking in the sea of men – all of them laughing and shouting over each other, the air thick with the smell of cigarettes and testosterone.
Her buddy, Max, spotted her from across the room and stumbled over, a goofy grin on his face. "Nastya!" he exclaimed, wrapping her in a bear hug. "You made it!"
She pulled away, trying not to wrinkle her tight turtleneck. "Happy birthday, Max," she said, handing him a small gift-wrapped box.
He tore it open, revealing a sleek silver flask. "Fuck yeah, this is exactly what I needed," he said, taking a swig. He held it out to Nastya. "Want some?"
She hesitated, but Max pressed the flask into her hand. She took a small sip, the vodka burning her throat. She coughed, her eyes watering. "Jesus, Max, how much have you had already?"
He shrugged, his shoulders loose and relaxed. "Enough to take the edge off," he said. "You should try it – you look like you need to loosen up."
Nastya rolled her eyes, but took another sip. The liquor warmed her, making her feel a little more at ease. She made small talk with the other guys, all of them eyeing her up and down. She could feel their gaze on her body, lingering on her small tits and big ass. She felt self-conscious, but tried to brush it off.
After a few more shots, Nastya started to feel dizzy. She excused herself to the bathroom, but stumbled on the way there. One of the guys caught her, his hands lingering on her waist for a little too long.
"Whoa there, gorgeous," he said, his breath hot on her neck.
Nastya pushed him away, her heart racing. "I'm good," she said, her words slurring together.
He just laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Sure you are," he said, letting her go.
Nastya made it to the bathroom, where she splashed water on her face. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror – her mascara was smudged, and her cheeks were flushed. She looked like a mess, but she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips.
She stumbled back to the living room, where the guys were now passing around a joint. Nastya took a puff, coughing as the smoke filled her lungs. The room started to spin, and she felt her legs give out.
One of the guys caught her, his arms strong and steady. "Easy there, tiger," he said, leading her to the bedroom.
Nastya protested, but her words were slurred. The guy ignored her, pushing her onto the bed. She felt him fumbling with her jeans, pulling them down her legs.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" she slurred, trying to kick him away.
He ignored her, pushing her onto the bed. She felt him enter her from behind, his thrusts rough and urgent. She tried to protest, but he pinned her head to the pillow, his hand over her mouth.
She felt him cum inside her, his hot seed filling her up. She howled with resentment and impotence, but no one heard her. The other guys took turns fucking her, each one leaving her feeling more and more defiled. She tried to fight back, but she was too drunk and high.
When it was over, she
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