"Ugh, don't be disgusting." She growled on the other end, her voice hardening as her patience was becoming obviously less apparent. When he claimed Juliette was available, a sigh could be heard on the other end, "Thank you. And word to the wise, keep it in your pants, husky. Hand her the phone, please." There was a note of relief in her voice now.<br/><br/>Jule gagged on his cock when held in place, her throat twitching against his firmness. When released, she continued to hold her breath and huffed in a gasp as an effort to be quiet. They were little sounds that could be heard on the other end of the phone, but not enough to draw attention to herself. Once her breath was mostly regular, she panted as a means of recovery. Her eyes landed on the gun when he motioned her to lay back and the return of her horror plastered her pretty face as she leaned back on her elbows. She momentarily attempted to close her legs, but stopped when he wedged himself between them. She didn't want any of this. It was a nightmare. Maybe this was some form of karma, getting back at her for lying to Sydney. She took the phone as soon as he had offered it up to her, desperate to get this mess under control.<br/><br/>"Hey, babe." Jule said sweetly, not daring to take it off speaker. Her eyes followed the gun as it moved down her body, and her hips twitched as his palm rubbed against her. Great, the last thing she needed was more distraction from her fuzzy thought process. She gasped and jumped when the gun pressed into her sloppy cunt, her back arching out of fear, but she didn't dare move to fight it. Her brows shot upward and her eyes widened in panic.<br/><br/>Syd, unaware of what was happening spoke up, "Where are you? And please don't lie. I know you aren't at "Yoga class". The address you told me was bullshit." She scolded, voice raising a little in anger, "I am at it right now, looking to pick you up for a surprise dinner date. It's a<i>fucking apartment building,</i>Jule."<br/><br/>The big blue eyes got wider, "Wait, you're<i>here</i>?" the panic was prominent now.<br/><br/>"Yes, I'm<i>here.</i>Where are you? Are you in one of the rooms?"<br/><br/>"Please don't." Jule caught herself starting to beg and cleared her throat before continuing, "You should go home." Her body started to fidget, panicked between the gun and conversation. Her eyes started to water again, and the hand hold the phone closer to her face started to visibly shake.<br/><br/>"Oh, Jule..." The harsh voice on the phone was suddenly calm, and soft again. there was emotion attached to it now, "Please don't tell me that you're doing what I think you are.." There was a long silence and the tears started to silently fall down Jule's face again and she hung her head, upper body starting to shake from her shamed crying. "Please come downstairs. Are you high now? Let me take you home. We can talk about this." Syd's voice carried more concern than anything else. No anger, no sadness, just worry.<br/><br/>"Syd.." Jule's sobbed out, keeping her eyes shut, "I want to go home..." She whimpered, ready to tell her she fucked up and beg her to come in and save her.<br/><br/>"Where are you? What room? I'll come get you."<br/><br/>Jule's opened her eyes and pleadingly stared at Kade. "Please..." Was all the permission asking she could muster up to ask him. She wanted to go home. She wanted Syd to come upstairs and help her out of this. But the gun buried inside of her womanhood and the unpredictable Dealer watching her made her unsure of what to say or of what was to come. She didn't want to die, so she stopped talking in order to wait for Kade's response.