"No. I hate him. I don't like to be used." Marcie slipped her stockings off so she was almost naked, and barely been kissed. She felt kind of calm, just a suppressed flutter of nervousness. Guy had been terrifying enough to that one man, making his rib crack, and she had a feeling it was only the edge of what he was capable of. He certainly seemed to smooth over his rough edges here.
She watched him unbutton his shirt, and decided to slip her panties off as well, as an incentive to come and claim her. She had no shame in her body being exposed to an almost stranger. She walked over to stand in front of him and silently take over his unbuttoning.