Turn to stone

“There’s a name for women like you,” he spat out the words, shaking with barely contained rage.

“I’ve done nothing wrong.” Flipping her long, red hair off her shoulder, a smile spread across her face. “I’ve remained true to myself.”

He rose from the bed, hands raised in rigid crescents, just wide enough to encircle her perfect, porcelain neck. Instead, he slammed his fist into a wall.

A smirk replaced her innocent smile. Reaching up, she twisted her hair back over her shoulders, covering her naked breasts, arranging the curls so they accentuated her curves.

She continued posing as he walked over to the cart room service brought in earlier, and plunged his injured hand into the bucket of ice. With his other hand, he dragged the tablecloth off the cart, dumping plates of food and wine goblets on the floor.

“Cover yourself,” deceptively calm, he threw the cloth at her.

Shaking her head to make her hair bounce seductively around her body, she let the cloth fall to the floor.

“Nudity is nothing to be ashamed of.” As she sauntered past him, she stepped over tablecloth.

“You’re lucky I’m the kind of man I am,” he took his hand out of the ice, wincing at the pain.

“Why is that?” She stood in the bathroom doorway, one hand on her hip, the other braced above her head on the door frame. Vanity lights cast a halo behind her.

“Any other guy wouldn’t have taken ‘no’ for an answer.” He pulled on his pants, trying to use only one hand as much as possible. “After that performance of yours, any other guy wouldn’t have bothered asking.”

Tugging his wallet out of his back pocket, he grabbed all the cash he had left and tossed it on the bed.

“That’s for you, you earned it.” It was his turn to be gratified by her stunned reaction. “That name? Is ‘virgin whore’.”

Trifecta, a weekly one-word prompt, challenges writers to use that word in its third definition form, using no less than 33 words or no more than 333. The week’s prompt is: Whore [noun \ˈhȯr, ˈhu̇r\] 3: a venal or unscrupulous person

I DO NOT believe that any woman asks to be raped. It doesn’t matter what she wears, how she acts, how much she’s had to drink… “no” always means “no.” Having said that, there are still certain behaviors that don’t help the situation. When I was in college, these types of women were called “prick teasers.” They were all talk and no action. They would do everything “but that.” It was a dangerous game to them. They would take the guys right to the edge is having sex, then pull back and say “no.” It’s no justification, but if there was an assault, it certainly made their cases harder to prosecute.