Wrong Way: A Lola Fae Story

Scene opens with Annie at the bar, lighting up when Bradley slides in. He can't stop touching her, fingers already itching to get under her skirt. They duck into the bathroom stall, him bending her over the sink, pounding her so hard the paper towel dispenser rattles. Breathless and sticky, she follows him back to his shitty motel room anyway. Bradley wants to play sweet, buying her time with soft touches and tender kisses once they hit the sheets. But Annie zones out, staring at the stained ceiling. He pries, so she spills. Dad and the step-brothers are monsters, every day a fresh hell. So she fucks strangers for cash, swipes wallets, whatever keeps her fed. He turns red with rage, promises he'll save her forever and put those assholes six feet under if she wants. Annie smiles at the offer but shuts him down quick on the revenge angle. She's got a better plan. They vanish together, new names, new town, just the two of them starting fresh. He gets hard again at the thought. They fuck slow this time, hands locked tight, like sealing a pact. But questions hang in the air once the sweat cools. Is she playing him too?