Erica Wellington, 25 years old, red hair, green eyes, D cup, 5'5
“You fucking slut!” It had been the only words her boyfriend had yelled at her before he had stormed off and they kept running through her mind. He had been mostly right of course; she had allowed things to go way too far.
Erica and her boyfriend had gone on their first holiday together: a few weeks sightseeing and travelling through another state and enjoying each other without parents around. It had started great… until last night. They had been drinking and dancing together, celebrating their last night in the first hotel but her boyfriend had gotten bored with it rather early while Erica was hardly done. So he had gone upstairs to her room and she had stayed in the bar. It hadn’t taken long before a guy had bought her a drink and invited her for a dance. If things had ended there, it wouldn’t have a problem but Erica was used to having freedom and loved fun. When she hadn’t gotten to the room after a couple of hours her boyfriend had come back and found her while the guy had his fingers under her skirt…
After his comment her boyfriend had stormed off, taken the suitcases from their room and went away with the car. Erica had hoped that after the initial anger, he would calm and come back so she had stayed in the room and slept there. But when the next day had come, her boyfriend hadn’t returned and she had to leave the room. The only things she had was her purse with its contents and the clothing she had been wearing at the bar: a short skirt and a tight top that showed her D cup very nicely.
Luckily she still had her passport and the plane ticket back home, but that flight wasn’t going for another 3 weeks and she had no place to stay until that day arrived, nor the money to get a new hotel room.
Eventually she sat down outside on a bench and started to sob, not sure where to go or what to do.
“You fucking slut!” It had been the only words her boyfriend had yelled at her before he had stormed off and they kept running through her mind. He had been mostly right of course; she had allowed things to go way too far.
Erica and her boyfriend had gone on their first holiday together: a few weeks sightseeing and travelling through another state and enjoying each other without parents around. It had started great… until last night. They had been drinking and dancing together, celebrating their last night in the first hotel but her boyfriend had gotten bored with it rather early while Erica was hardly done. So he had gone upstairs to her room and she had stayed in the bar. It hadn’t taken long before a guy had bought her a drink and invited her for a dance. If things had ended there, it wouldn’t have a problem but Erica was used to having freedom and loved fun. When she hadn’t gotten to the room after a couple of hours her boyfriend had come back and found her while the guy had his fingers under her skirt…
After his comment her boyfriend had stormed off, taken the suitcases from their room and went away with the car. Erica had hoped that after the initial anger, he would calm and come back so she had stayed in the room and slept there. But when the next day had come, her boyfriend hadn’t returned and she had to leave the room. The only things she had was her purse with its contents and the clothing she had been wearing at the bar: a short skirt and a tight top that showed her D cup very nicely.
Luckily she still had her passport and the plane ticket back home, but that flight wasn’t going for another 3 weeks and she had no place to stay until that day arrived, nor the money to get a new hotel room.
Eventually she sat down outside on a bench and started to sob, not sure where to go or what to do.
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