Gravity

“Come on Julie, I swear it's not that big a deal. We just need to look pretty and have some fun, nothing more,” Sadie whined from outside the changing cabin and the blonde named Julie, though that was not her real name, rolled her eyes at her obnoxious roommate, questioning why in the hell she had agreed to go shopping with the girl.

“I highly doubt that our definitions of what constitutes as fun line up in any shape or form,” the blonde called out annoyed, having had this conversation two times already but it seemed as if Sadie wasn't going to let this go, as proven by the sudden appearance of her roommate inside the changing cabin.

“Listen to me, I really need that money and I can only get it if I bring another girl along. If you don't do this for me, I wont be able to pay rent or my part of the electricity or phone bill and I don't think you can find someone to replace me this quick. I know this kinda sounds like extortion and I'm really sorry, but you don't leave me much of a choice here.” Tears were glistening in the brunettes eyes and 'Julie' let out a curse, pinching the bridge of her nose as she huffed in resignation. Sadie knew damn well what buttons to push to get what she wanted and despite herself, 'Julie' wasn't bitch enough to turn someone in need away.

“Damn me and my big heart. But I swear to you if anyone so much as looks at me the wrong way, I'm out, you understand me?” The words had barely left her mouth when she was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug, grimacing at the high-pitched squeal next to her ear.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're totally the best roommate ever!” Sadie exclaimed happily, all remnants of tears gone, replaced by a bright smile that made 'Julie' grit her teeth as to not snap at the brunette. Instead she forced herself to smile back, not that her roommate picked up on her obvious disgruntlement.

“In that case, maybe you can try and remember my name. It's not Julie, it's June. Really not that hard,” June pointed out tersely but Sadie was already off in her own little world, prattling about a new outfit June apparently needed and the blonde got the sneaking suspicion that she had been played because as coincidence would have it, Sadie had already picked out a dress for her.

And what a dress it was, certainly not something June would ever wear on her own, she wouldn't even classify the slip of fabric as clothing if she was being honest. In her mind, clothes had the purpose of covering the body but the thing covered hardly anything, her tits and ass almost entirely on display, the only positive about this so called dress was the color, a deep burgundy that contrasted nicely with her pale skin.

But that was about it on the positive side of things. To say the dress was making her incredibly uncomfortable would've been an understatement and she had no qualms about voicing her displeasure to her roommate who just waved her off, entirely unconcerned that the dress made June look like a cheap hooker. At least it wasn't that expensive which would've been even worse and June reluctantly forked over thirty dollars for a dress she was most likely never going to wear again after tonight.

Unfortunately Sadie also insisted on going to the beauty salon and once again, June got the feeling she had been played, because apparently there had already been an appointment made for both of them, for a waxing of all things. She didn't really see the point of it, especially the Brazilian wax her roommate suggested but June was tired of arguing and so she just went with it, proud that she had kept her pained whimpers to a minimum. Not that she would ever admit that to Sadie, but June liked the way her skin felt after the fact, all smooth and baby soft, not a hair to be seen.

The line was drawn however when Sadie wanted to shop for dessous, not even the argument that all of June's underwear was plain and boring and wouldn't fit with her new red dress could sway the blonde. June was starting to get the feeling that there was something Sadie wasn't telling her but all her questions were just waved off so she gave up on trying to find out, deciding to just leave should anything devious happen tonight.

It wasn't as if they were actually friends, three months ago June had put an add on craigslist, looking for a new roommate since her old one had moved to Oregon with her fiance and the rent was too high for just one person, especially since that person worked as a waitress, not exactly a high-paying job. That was how Sadie had come into her life because the brunette had been the only one that hadn't creeped her out or looked as if she spend most of her money on drugs and since time had been off the essence, June had picked her.

Had she known that that decision would lead to her playing escort for a night, June would have probably rather moved into a smaller, cheaper apartment. She liked to keep on the down low, not draw too much attention to herself and getting all dressed up in hooker clothes to dance the night away in some kind of new nightclub certainly was not falling under a low profile. June wasn't on the run or actively in hiding, there was no one looking for her or anything but there were a few things about herself she didn't want to draw attention to and thus she wasn't one for attending parties of any kind.

The most interaction with other people she had were at the diner she worked five days a week and since it was located near a train station, most of their customers were just passing through, tourists and the sort who had likely already forgotten her the minute they got back out into the busy streets of New York. Living in a big city was perfect for blending into the masses, people rarely gave her a second glance and if anyone ever noticed something odd about her, it was simply brushed aside, the hustle and bustle at all hours of the day a good distraction that regularly worked in her favor.

She never wore makeup, deliberately wearing clothes that were unflattering to solidify the appearance that she was just a plain, boring person in her mid-twenties, not worth anyone's interest. Sadie had been buggering her from day one about that, trying to give her suggestions on how to change her style and what would be more favorable on her, so of course her roommate nearly peed herself in excitement over the prospect of turning June into her own personal doll.

The woman who had looked back at her from the mirror had been a complete stranger to her, golden locks framed her face, her lips had been tinted in the same red as her dress and her usually boring gray eyes had been transformed into something decidedly feline, a generous winged liner paired with heavy mascara and smokey eyeshadow in earth tones. All in all, it was horrible and June had nearly thrown up in her mouth when she had thanked Sadie for her help, the brunette as usual blissfully unaware of the blondes inner turmoil.

Which was only heightened when they had reached the club, a line was already forming despite it being about an hour till it would even open, meaning nothing good in June's mind. Her and Sadie met up with the club owners assistant and a couple other girls backstage where they were instructed to have a good time but not too good of a time, getting drunk and causing a scene would apparently not be tolerated, not that June had any intention of actually drinking anything that contained alcohol.

Things unsurprisingly only got worse from there, not only did she dislike the music that was being played, but she also felt her face begin to ache after the first two hours from having to fake smile the whole damn time. The night seemed to drag on endlessly and June almost threw in the towel when she looked at the time and noticed it wasn't even midnight yet. But since she didn't and couldn't fork over the money for the entire rent and bills on her own, she gritted her teeth and returned to the dance floor, expertly dodging any attempts of contact from the male variety.

At around half past one, she was standing in the VIP lounge, courtesy of their employer for the night, sipping on a bottle of cold water as she watched the gyrating bodies one floor down with thinly veiled disgust through the one way glass. No one could see her from up here, so June didn't bother to pretend enjoying herself, but apparently that hadn't gone as unnoticed as she had hoped.

“By what I'm paying you, I would've expected more enthusiasm,” a decidedly male voice said directly into her ear and June accidentally inhaled some water in her surprise, beginning to cough wildly, gasping for breath.

“Oh shit, I did not mean for that to happen.” The mystery man came into her field of vision, looking honestly concerned and June wished the ground would open up and swallow her because Tony fucking Stark was patting her on the back, worry-lines etched into his face.

“I think we can call it quits now,” June wheezed out, wiping at her eyes as she cleared her throat a few times and the billionaire shot her a wide grin, his dark eyes twinkling back at her which made her feel kind of twitchy.

“Deal. Better than you suing me for assault. And yes, that did actually happen to me one time. The case was dismissed of course, but the headlines were a real bitch.” She couldn't help but chuckle over his ramblings, carefully taking another sip from her water to soothe her agitated throat.

“Damn it, I hadn't even thought of that. Maybe next time,” June replied without thinking, baffled that she was talking to Iron Man himself which apparently turned the filter between her brain and mouth to off. He certainly didn't seem to mind though.

“Maybe next time I can make you choke on something else.” He seemed to realize what he had just said the second it left his mouth and June burst out laughing as he grimaced, chuckling awkwardly.

“I can't believe I just said that. Let's scratch that from the record and I'll try again. Once you have stopped laughing at me that is. Which might take a while from the looks of it. I totally ruined our moment, didn't I?” Slapping a hand over his mouth, June made him shut up, still sniggering as she shook her head, taking in a shuddering breath that was interrupted by more giggles.

“That was by far the worst pick up line I have ever heard in my life. I haven't laughed this hard since Pete Lancaster peed his pants in front of the entire class in middle school. Thank you,” she said, removing her hand from his mouth, huffing out another laugh.

“I admit I feel a little ashamed. Would you believe me if I told you its because your beauty threw me off my game?” He shot her a wink and June wrinkled her nose, not looking impressed in the least as she shook herself.

“Ugh, no, that certainly makes it worse. As does the fact that you have a fiance, a very beautiful one. Which beggars the question, what do you want from me?” June gave him a probing look, no longer amused and the billionaire next to her lifted his hands in surrender, smiling charmingly.

“You got me. I'm actually trying to butter you up for a friend of mine. Maybe you've heard of him, a guy named Steve Rogers?” Letting out a snort, the blonde shook her head again, her curls bouncing as she scoffed derisively.

“With all due respect Mr. Stark but I'm hardly someone you should consider. I do have a friend who would love to meet Captain America though, the brunette in the green dress,” June pointed down to Sadie who was currently gyrating against a buff blonde, clearly enjoying herself and the man next to her didn't even bother to look, pushing her hand down again.

“See, here is the problem. I saw the way he kept watching you and I'm pretty sure he would be much more interested in meeting you and not your friend.” Stark gave her a pointed look and she couldn't hide her surprise, looking down at her self in dismay.

“It's the dress isn't it? That's usually not really my style you know,” she tried explaining away whatever the billionaire might be thinking about Captain freaking Americas interest in her because it just couldn't be.

“Yes sweetheart, I can tell. And so could he. Which is why he even noticed you in the first place I believe. Are you really going to make me beg? Because I will do that.” To prove his point, he began lowering himself and June let out a laugh, taking his arm to stop him as she bemusedly rolled her eyes.

“Alright, alright, fine I yield. So where is he?” She asked, glancing around but the private booths had doors with the same kind of glass that shielded the VIP lounge from prying eyes so she couldn't tell. Turning her by her shoulders, Stark pointed to the left, speaking directly into her ear again and for some reason that send a shiver down her spine, but not the pleasant kind.

“Right over there. Second booth from the left. Go get him tiger.” With that he more or less shoved her forward and she flipped him off over her shoulder as she walked towards the booth he had pointed at. A bad feeling began to accumulate in her belly, but she just chalked it off as nerves though she could not deny that her hand shook a little when she pushed open the door, blinking as her eyes needed a moment to adjust to the much dimmer lighting inside.

“Shit, I'm so sorry doll. I told Tony not to bother you,” a deep voice said and June kind of wished she had stood her ground and said no to Stark because she had not been prepared for the sight that greeted her. Not one bit.

A dark button down shirt that looked as if it was about to explode at the seams any moment, the first few buttons undone to reveal parts of his collarbone there sat Captain America, no, Steve Rogers, his hair gelled back and looking at her with an apologetic smile, showing off his perfect, white teeth.

“You said shit,” June blurted out very intelligently, praying for strength when he let out a chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners when his smile widened, making her feel a little weak in the knees.

“That I did. Since you're already here, why don't you come sit down.” He gestured towards the rounded bench he was sitting on and feeling like she was in a trance, she stepped further inside the booth, the door falling close behind her as she took a seat across from him. The smile had not diminished in brightness but there seemed to be more of an edge to it now and the bad feeling she had before intensified. Nervously fiddling with her fingers in her lap, she waited for him to say something but he just kept staring at her which was starting to become really creepy.

“So, does Stark usually work as your wing-man?” June could slap herself for saying something that dumb, especially since he got up and walked over to the door but her guess that he wanted her to leave again turned to dread when he locked the door with a latch she had not even noticed before.

Her heart was beating in her throat as she slowly stood up, her palms beginning to sweat and she licked her suddenly dry lips, about to ask him what he was doing when he turned around. There was no smile on his face anymore, his expression unreadable as he let his eyes wander over her from head to toe and the words died in her throat as she shifted uncomfortably.

“Take off the dress.” Blinking, June opened her mouth to protest, but no sound would leave her so instead she firmly shook her head, hugging herself as if to ward him off. His features darkened as he took a menacing step towards her, her lower back bumping into the table that stood in the middle of the booth when she instinctively backed up.

“If you don't want me to hurt you, I suggest you do as I say, doll.” The tone of his voice had changed, deeper and much more dangerous. She knew she had no other option but to comply, she couldn't expose herself to him or things would only get worse.

With shaky fingers, she reached for the zipper on her back and pulled it down, holding it up with one hand before it could fall from her body, her breath coming in short pants as her panic rose higher. He took another step towards her, his eyes narrowed in silent warning and June let go of her red dress, letting it pool at her feet as she lowered her head in embarrassment.

She was only wearing plain, white cotton underwear and high heels now, feeling highly uncomfortable, hugging herself again as she shook. A finger to her chin lifted her head again and she met Rogers heated gaze.

“There is no need to be ashamed. You're beautiful,” he told her seriously before leaning down to kiss her softly and after a moment of reluctance, she melted into the kiss, figuring things might be easier if she just went along. It helped that he was a good kisser, making her forget that he was basically sexually assaulting her but only until her lifted her unto the table and pressed her down, the cold wood against her back snapping her out of her stupor and her fear returned.

The time for talking was apparently over, because without any preamble, he ripped off her underwear as if it was made out of paper, greedily running his hands over her naked body, her attempts at stopping him doing nothing but make him smirk darkly. She hadn't dared to say anything but when he began undoing his pants, June couldn't help but at least try to convince him to not go through with this.

“Please don't do this. I don't want this.” Her voice came out shaky and meek and she let out a startled yelp when his hand suddenly shot forward, wrapping around her throat as he leaned closer, snarling at her, his face contorted in rage.

“Did I tell you to fucking speak slut?” He actually waited until she weakly shook her head, the anger draining from his features as it morphed into an almost gentle expression, the pressure on her throat lessening and she realized something very important. The man was crazy, which made him even more dangerous.

“Then shut the fuck up or I'll make you,” Rogers said sweetly, giving a warning squeeze to her neck before letting go and resuming his task of opening his pants. Tears were streaming down her face as she turned her head away, not wanting to see what was going to happen next but he wouldn't even grant her that small mercy, barking at her to look and her eyes widened when they fell on the monstrosity between his legs. The thing was massive, thick and veiny and whatever he might think, it was certainly not going to fit, there was just no way.

She wisely did not say that aloud though, watching in horror as he rubbed the glistening tip through her folds that were embarrassingly wet, her body reacting not like she wished it would, though it might aid her in the end. He seemed to think so as well, grinning at her as he began to push at her entrance, the tip sliding in with surprising ease and she whimpered pitifully.

“See how wet you are? You want this, I can tell. Disgusting whore.” His cruel words were accompanied by a sharp thrust of his hips and he made no move to silence her pained wails as he kept pushing further and further, splitting her open with his ginormous girth.

It hurt like hell and June trashed on the table, pushing at his chest to get him off and most importantly out of her but it was like pushing against an unmovable force. He laughed breathlessly at her pathetic attempts, caging her in with his arms, the muscles bulging beneath his dark shirt. Him still being fully clothed made this even more humiliating in her eyes, as if she wasn't even worth to see his nakedness.

“Fuck, you're tight doll. I don't think I'm gonna last long,” he joked, now fully sheathed inside of her but he was nice enough to give her some time to adjust before he began moving and though it still hurt, it wasn't as bad anymore.

June wished it was however because after a while of him leisurely pumping in and out, she was beginning to feel sparks of pleasure ignite in her belly, easing his way as she grew wetter in response. It got worse when he picked up his pace, the sparks turning into a wildfire and she couldn't bite back the moan that escaped her upon a particularly hard thrust. Spurred on by this, he began fucking her harder and harder, his lips parted as he panted, staring down at her tear-streaked face.

“I can feel you getting wet for me you dirty whore, you like this, don't you? Getting your tight little pussy fucked by my fat cock,” he grunted out and she bit down on her tongue to keep all sound inside, cursing her traitorous body for fluttering around him at his words.

He didn't like that she didn't answer him, once more wrapping one of his hands around her throat as his blue eyes bored into hers, hard and cold, his hips pistoning relentlessly.

“I felt that, slut. Felt your cunt flutter around me, greedy for my cum. I'm gonna pump you so full, you're belly's gonna bloat from it, fill you up real nice,” he kept panting, ramming into her with abandon and a few whimpers slipped past her lips before she could stop them, the coil in her belly tightening despite her not wanting it to.

Shame burned through her being at enjoying what he was doing to her, forcing himself on her the way he did with no regard to her autonomy, simply using her to slake his own sick desires and with a start she realized that it turned her on to get used like a sex-doll, her mind exploding as she began convulsing around his enormous length, babbling incoherently.

“Yes baby, that's it, come all over my dick like the filthy whore you are;” he hissed at her as he increased his already inhuman speed, fucking her so hard she felt like being ripped apart before he seemingly lost his rhythm, burying himself as deep inside of her as he could, rope after rope of hot, sticky cum painting her insides white.

June felt like passing out, thinking that it was finally over when he pulled out of her with a hiss but she was sorely mistaken. Effortlessly, her flipped her on her belly, her limbs flapping around like wet noodles and before she could get her bearings from the sudden change in position, he was inside her again, pressing himself against her ass, his body crushing her into the table as he leaned down to speak into her ear.

“Do you know the best thing about the serum they gave me?” His question was accompanied by a lazy thrust of his hips and June whimpered, not having enough energy left to respond.

“No refraction period,” he told her gleefully before he straightened, his fingers painfully digging into her hips to keep her in place as he began fucking her again, her limp body bouncing like a rag-doll. The sounds she made would've horrified her if she had been able to think straight, but she was drowning in endorphins, her mind completely clouded with pleasure.

That this was all happening against her will, no matter how her body responded, wasn't even on her mind anymore, all there was was his cock pummeling her pussy and his voice whispering filthy things into her ear. She didn't even know how long it lasted until he came inside her again, manhandling her into another position before he just kept going and going, making her come over and over again.

Her mind seemed to stutter, a kaleidoscope of images appearing before her eyes in between phases of blackness, her body aching from the strain it was being put under and still she begged for more which he gladly gave. Her entire existent had been concentrated on him, nothing else mattered anymore and at the three hour mark, which she wasn't aware of, her body finally gave out and shut down.