Chapter 22 #2
“You got a phone or weapon on you?”
Rolling my eyes, I hold my arms out to my sides. It’s pretty obvious there’s nowhere to hide such articles in the clothes I’m wearing. Nevertheless, the little asshole takes great pleasure in feeling me up. How the fuck does he think I’d hidden anything in my pussy?
Finally finished, he steps aside. Following the wave of his hand, I enter, almost choking on the smoke-filled air.
There’s an underlying odour of sweat, sex, and stale beer, and a stickiness under my feet that makes me want to take a mop to the floor.
The Kings’ clubhouse is pristine compared to this, and that’s saying something.
The area is crammed, bodies everywhere. A naked woman brushes past me and immediately drops to her knees and unzips the fly of one of the men.
He just carries on his conversation, only idly reaching down to grab her by the hair, and then proceeds to jam his dick down her throat.
I swallow hard as she immediately begins choking.
All around me, men are having sex, and at least some of which I know instinctively isn’t consensual.
A woman tries to run away. She’s immediately pulled back, thrown down on her knees, head pushed to the floor, then roughly taken up the ass.
Turning away before I show my disgust, I approach a couple of men who are standing talking
One of them is smoking a blunt. I reach over and confidently take it from him. Putting it to my lips, I take a deep toke. Fuck, this shit is strong. It’s gone straight to my head. Grateful for the brief feeling of relaxation, I immediately pass it back. Now is not the time to lose my senses.
He doesn’t seem upset at my actions if his hand caressing my ass is any indication. Instead, he leans forward, burping his beer breath into my face. “And who have we got here?”
Trixie is a derivative of my real name, Patricia, but I don’t want to give that here. So I go for another form, which I’ve always hated. Using my best seductive voice, I tell him, “I’m Patty.”
“Of course you are. But I think I’ll name you, ‘the one who’s going to be wearing my cum all over her face.’” He chuckles.
Audaciously, I pat his face. “Sure, babe. But can you point me to the restroom first? I gotta pee something dreadful.”
“Broads,” he sneers, then smirks at his companion. “Over there, to the left of the bar, but you come straight back and find us, yeah?”
With a simpering smile, I nod my head to show I agree, then I follow the way he’s pointing.
As I go, I cast my eye around the room, trying to calculate the number of men here.
When I get to the bathroom, I enter a stall, then flush and exit without having done anything when the only other woman who was here has gone.
As loud as I dare, I speak, hoping the mic will pick it up.
“There’s a party. Men fuckin’, most half-wasted.
About thirty that I can count. No sign of Ace or Toni.
” Then I add truthfully, having noticed the number of beer bellies hanging out, “They might be armed, but wouldn’t be much good in a one-on-one fight.
” Unlike the Kings, who Bullseye encourages to keep themselves fit and in shape.
Nowadays, with the help of the gym that had been added onto the club, partly my idea, to get Short back to fitness after his ambush by the very men we’re facing tonight.
“I’m going to see if I can have a nose around. ”
But on exiting the bathroom, I find the owner of the blunt and his companion waiting for me outside.
Plastering a hopefully genuine-looking smile on my face, I let them lead me to a pool table that needs a good sanitising.
I try to block out the next moments. One lies down with his condom-covered dick waving invitingly, waiting for me to sink down on him.
Knowing what’s coming, but needing to keep up my cover, I pretend I’m willing as I place my pussy over him, letting him plunge inside.
It hurts as I’m not even slightly aroused, but the groan and sigh of satisfaction that leaves him as he thrusts up shows he's not worried about the lack of lubrication.
His companion, also thankfully using a condom, immediately pushes my back down so my chest lands against his friend’s, then forces his way into my ass.
At least he’s had the foresight to dribble lube over his dick first. I’ve been double-teamed before, and I’ve enjoyed it, but not now.
I feel dirty. I try to find that happy place I used to frequent while Piero was molesting me, only this time it takes the shape of reliving that surprising kiss with Freak.
I lose myself in that memory, blocking out what’s happening to my unprepared body.
Luckily, they don’t even try to make it last, making no pretence that their getting off is the only thing on their minds.
The air is filled with “fuck, yeah, she’s tight”, “I’m fuckin’ going to come.
” “Yeah, me fuckin’ too.” Once they’ve both shot their loads, they walk away, leaving me half-naked and alone.