Alison was shoved into the shower by a push on the small of her back. She had her dress halfway over her head when a blast of cold water shocked her and elicited a small scream from her.
“Sorry babe,” Logan’s roommate said as he turned the dial to a higher temperature, then helped Alison fully remove her dress before throwing the wet fabric on the floor.
Alison stood in a matching set of pink lace lingerie, with her arms crossed and a small shiver wracked through her body from cold.
He finally introduced himself, saying casually, “I’m Connor by the way.”
“I’m Ali-”
“I don’t care,” Connor interrupted. He gripped her ass with both hands and massaged the muscle, giving it hard squeezes every few seconds. “Whatever your name is doesn’t matter. I’ll just remember you as ‘whore’ anyway.” He gave a sudden spank on her right cheek causing her to jump.
Connor took a few steps back to lean on the door with his arms crossed, “Get on with it then.”