“She said she wants you to fuck her,” Nish said, belligerently, as she stuck out her tongue and turned the camera toward herself, so she could show out for her viewers on social media. “I’m live right now and my baby, Mo, about to get that cherry popped,” she bragged.

The guy she was with leaned into her video. “What about your cherry?” he asked. They were visibly high, as he stuck his tongue down Nish’s throat.

“You got to pay to play over here,” Nish responded.

“You ain’t said nothing,” the guy responded, as he flashed a money roll for the camera.

“This nigga about to hit that retarded pussy,” the guy said. “That shit look fat from the back, though.” He took Nish’s phone and turned it back to Morgan, as Nish laughed at the joke.

Morgan pulled away. “Stop, it’s not happening tonight.” She signed, as she climbed off him, pulling down the thin fabric that barely covered her behind. She turned to Nish and noticed her laughing.

“This nigga too thirsty,” Morgan signed. “You ready to go?” Morgan frowned, as she pushed Nish’s phone out of her face. “Nish!”

“Relax, baby,” Lucas said, as she sat up and pulled her back onto the bed. “You scared of the dick?”

Morgan pushed him, hard this time, and headed for the door. She snatched it open but the weight of his body behind her forced it closed.

It was times like these when her voice was needed. When she had to be able to say stop or no. Nish’s look of amusement told her that they weren’t taking her seriously. She just wanted to leave. She wanted to get out of this room and away from this man. She grimaced, as he pressed his erection into her. She felt dirty, as her face pressed against the wood door. She struggled against him, but he was too heavy and too burly. She wasn’t getting loose until he let her. She could feel his lips on the back of her neck; they were moving, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying.