"I'm not your high school boyfirend" Brian replied as he continued blowing puffs of smoke right at her face. "This is the real deal and you're hanging on if you want to find out about the world outside of the tiney little bubble. Don't rush me" - he tugged at the lining of her skirt - "or you might be heading the wrong way"
She pinced her eyes together and did her best to look hard and disdainful. The brass-tinted light of the room made it feel a bit strange.
"Those are nice gear, you dress good, slut. But you need to make your own money. How much do you make from reading books in some university? - he chiseled out each syllable. You need o get in touch with the real money, and..."

His words tingled her with their relaxed lascivity. Before she could reply he picked a hard apple from a bowl of fruit on the table.
"Open UP, chick!" Without thinking she submitted to his tough voice. He pushed it in - it fitted good in the cavity of her mouth and allowed her to almost close her lips. Brian took out the wad of duct tape he had used before and gagged her, pulling it three times around her head and patting the tape really tight

"Mmmmgh! Mmmmgh!!"

Then he stepped over to her waist and pulled up her skirt.