Party Girl

"Come at me together... I'm ready."

I stood frozen in the middle of the room, watching three dark figures slowly closing in on me. My legs turned to jelly. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs.

My name is Annie Evans. I'm 19, a college freshman—and eight months pregnant. People say I was born a temptress. Even with this huge belly, I still look like a girl who hasn't fully grown up. Long, slim legs, an innocent face, and curves that won't quit have kept me wearing the Homecoming Queen crown, even now.

The school gave me a private dorm out of pity. All my classes are online.

Lately, the loneliness has been eating at me. I've gotten hooked on browsing porn sites—taboo stuff, rough stuff, dark fantasies… It all leaves me breathless and aching.

Sometimes I miss my old life. The one-night stands. The freedom.

I was lying in bed, phone in hand, mind drifting somewhere dirty, when a WhatsApp notification flashed.

"Baby, $2,800. One night with me."

My body went still. It was from Fredrick Lopez—an international student from campus.

I'd met him at a bar, back before I got pregnant. We never really talked. But now…? A slow heat spread through me.

I should know better. I'm eight months along. I have to be careful.

Biting my lip, I pulled my hand out from under the sheets and typed back: I'm pregnant.

The second I hit send, Fred video-called me.

My breath caught. I was naked under the covers. What if the phone slipped? What if he saw? Just the thought sent a shiver straight through me.

I answered before I could think.

The screen lit up. My throat went dry. Fred had just gotten out of the shower. The camera was angled at his chest—toned, damp, and gleaming. When it dipped lower, showing a hint of his abs, I squeezed my thighs together.

"Let me see what pregnancy did to you, baby."

He turned the camera toward his face and grinned—all perfect teeth and confidence. I was too shy to show much, tilting the screen so only my hair was visible.

"You've put on a little weight, haven't you?"

"Come on, let me see your face."

His voice was smooth, tempting. I bit my lip again and slowly tilted the phone until my flushed face filled the screen. My pale collarbone peeked through. Fred leaned in so close it looked like he was trying to climb through the phone.

"Slut, you're not wearing anything, are you? Lower. Let me see if your tits got bigger."

"No~" I whispered, but my face was burning. On the screen, I looked shy and turned on—a dangerous combination.

Fred knew the game. Without another word, he sent $140 to my account.