A question of honor

We set off this Friday night, it looks as if it would be one of those evenings that rushing leisurely and end in booming headache the next morning.

We have done always the same. We have perfect dunkers.

Our goal is a little pub right at the main station. My friend Grisley, such as Grisley bear has the talent to track the horrific Local in the area and to persuade me to join him in these holes. Why always I say yes? I don’t know. I do not even know why I even share my life with him. For us, the air has long been out.
However, the habit drowned my mind and paralyzes my rescue instinct. It reminds me of the bleak parents’ marriage. An eternal struggle between two wounded and disillusioned Tiger in the jungle of everyday life. You have already lived, but I’m only twenty and yet already caught in a banal relationship without love and romance.

Gisley is five years older. He looks drunk and sexy in a severe manner yet. He has ragged, black hair, bright blue eyes and a wrinkled muscular build. He is no friend of many words and, unfortunately, none of cleanliness. I think he is a silent man. I do not expect a clean man, but there is a difference between the intoxicating smell of a man and the stench of sweat and five days old socks. Yet I hang out with this person.

It’s nine o’clock in the evening, as we enter the store near in our house. We live in a savage town in USA. Through a curtain of colored cords, we enter the lit room of neon lights. Opposite the entrance is a simple counter, the range consists primarily of a long line of whiskey bottles. A thick, southern woman crouching bored behind and smokes. To our left are carelessly decorated tables where weather with a few older men sitting. On the other hand, a second room are two pool tables where two sexy ladies was playing a sexy game. When we come in, we look at four young men in other table and inspect us with little welcoming countenance.
Grisley smiles ecstatic about his new discovery in the Round and welcomed those present: “I remember already, I am right here. It looks like this Whiskey is drunk? “

Nobody answers. I feel like a tourist in a foreign country. Three foreign-looking men at the table next to the entrance staring us “intruders” for a long moment with serious faces on. Then smiles of PatGrisley, and the tension dissolves. He beckons us to himself.

“Come on, put you to us and drink with us.”

Grisley has a knack with distinctive charm to find special friends. My enthusiasm about it remains limited. All of his friends was very crazy and gentleman both.

They are generous with us a lap after another is donated. Grisley must reciprocate this gesture of course; ultimately, it is a question of honor. I think with because drinking is the only thing that connects us. Clear there is also the sex, but rather from simple gratification than of passionate desire.

We wanted to drink some alcohol; I specially want to drink lots of whiskey. I like the oak drink.

After the fifth whiskey, I am feeling knocking the first signs of intoxication. The people around me are easier to bear, and I laugh even if Grisley is one of its ancient anecdotes again. The men at the table seem to be amused by my increased joy. Take my sparkling glances, and the subjects are suggestive.

“Eh friend, your wife – good woman. Drink as man and looks juicy, like sweet fruit. She Determines powerful home fun, eh? “The boss laughs greasy. It makes me sick to think he could handle me with his wrinkled hands. Grisley on the other hand takes the conversation obviously not too vulgar and slopes steeply a mood. He said: “Yes, yes, my friend is not to beat. What is the purest conversation?

The crowd bawls. Well, that may indeed be funny.

The woman at the counter looks me up and down, nodding to me, laughing. They probably checked in my thoughts trading price for the meat market. I can’t down the next glass and stand up. Maybe it’s more fun in the billiard players.

I miss not think I vacillate already. Therefore, I tipple under extreme concentration on my high-heeled shoes in the next room. My sweaty thighs, squeezed in the black miniskirt, rub sensitive to each other. Grisley’s sake I prefer this gem again and again. He is scarce, tight clothes. So I wear to my midriff top, where my breasts as the fingertips in medical rubber gloves show through the fabric taut.

The young men at the tables fix me out of the corner of his eye. I am certain that I am the first female creature who has ever ventured into this cave. A delightful idea – at least at this time.
The lustful glances wander on my legs up and remain in the neck hanging. This meat inspection normally disgusts me, but I play the game. Defiantly I look the four boys in the face and with forced out chest and luffing butt around the tables. My movements are an expression of pure lust. I sip my drink and lick emphasizes sensual the last drop from the edge.

When the dark-haired with a beard bends low over the felt to put the next shock, I pressed myself against him to the pitch frame and let the hips circling slowly. Through the fabric, I can feel the smooth wood rubs over my shame. My libido awakens. The guy smiles and stretches his tongue wriggling toward me. His arm fast forward, and with a crash bounce the white ball in the square and leaves the other balls between gangs dancing.

He straightens up and moves the queue with an obscene gesture along.
“Take care, which I as next plunge with my thrashing all the way into your pocket.”

His words have an impact. I feel a pleasant tingling down the neck up, and in my lap is ignited first embers. Like a shadow, we sneak lurking around each other.

The most powerful of the group of men comes up to me and hands me a whiskey. When I try to grab it, he pulls his hand back and attracted close to his smirking face, again with it. I stand up close to the guy and look deep into his greedy eyes. How I feel electrified blaze the flame of desire in me. I grab slowly after the glass, go along the edge and caress it gently on the side walls. The man’s request before me bulges forth visible, as if I had instead of the glass, spoiled his torch.

The others in the group to want to engage in the game and come up to me. The Curly with the gold chain dips his index finger in the golden-brown liquid and drives it sensuously over my lips. Like a cat I grab on and suck lustfully at a phallic symbol. He moans and wants to grab me with his hand, but I back away. Behind me is the next and presses against me. He tilts his head and his hot breath kisses my neck. Intoxicated sunk, I enjoy this erotic bustle and let the lawn nearby the feelings through my whole body. It feels so good to be so popular.
His mouth travels to my ear and whispered: “You are so sharp that I’ll take you right here.”

I laugh at. The power over these instinct-driven creatures I enjoy. It is so easy to seduce her, so easy to arouse their instincts. Do the poor really that I ranlasse?

I twist myself with a twist from the group and mark it as the alcohol robs me control. I vacillate and has supported me. It is time to go.

I look at Grisley and the older men in the other room. But there seems to have been effective, the whiskey. rocking on the chairs, they discuss excited in kinky gibberish. As so often, my friend does not seem to miss me.
“What’s baby, can I help you?” The guy with the beard wraps his arm around my shoulders and steers me back to the billiard table. His grip is powerful. He takes a step forward and pushes me his knee between her legs. With his tongue he licks eagerly lips – an offer that promises more.

I push him away from me, but a part in me screams: “Next, go on, you pig!”

Played prude, I flee to the other side of the table. And while the four pairs of eyes glued to me, I let my hands wander to my bare stomach. Eager did I caress me and go up to my excited breasts and down between my thighs.

The men can hardly contain himself. Together they come up to me. The bearded man and the guy with the gold chain press me against the back wall of the room. Hamster leans against me and rubbed his stiff cock eager to me. My lap twitches and a scintillating spark drives me up the spine. Lust shaking in my wet pit and makes me tremble. But when the fourth me sticks his tongue deep into his mouth, awakened my mind.
The old behind the counter watching me with a dirty smile and pulls drooling on her cigarette.
What, for heaven’s sake, am I doing here?

The world around me begins to rotate. I feel sick. With all his might I free myself from the clutches of slavering men. I step around and miss one of them an elbow blow to the gut. Then I stumble over to my friend.

“Let’s go Grisley! I will immediately go now! “

An indefinable grunt is the answer. His glassy eyes, judging he has plenty tanked, but responded to my invitation, amazingly, without complaint. Dazed, he gets up, put on a few bills on the table and together we stagger out of the bar.

When we are at the door, my circulation going crazy. I have to pass.

When the four young men follow us, I realize that they are not satisfied with the unfulfilled game. They are horny, more than horny and want their reward. Right now!

With our lean projection I manage with my friend lurching straight until the underpass, then the guys have caught up with us.

“So do not you’ll get away from us, you bitch!” The bearded man grabs my arm and pulls me around.

I’m so drunk that I can no longer left to give me and fall. In the dim light of the subway station and through the fog of my drunkenness I’ll still notice how beat people around me. I try to get up, but as the curtain falls.

The next morning I wake up with a humming skull. I lie in a bare room on a mattress. My eyes are swollen, and after a few minutes I oriented myself. I have to pee. The neon lighting competes with the light rays passing through a small barred window, which is embedded in a massive door. On the other side I see a hole in the ground. I identify it as a toilet and eliminate tedious my business.

Still dazed and confused by the unfamiliar , I go to the door and knock with your hand against it.

No Answer.

So I lie down again. Only after a further three hours, the drunk tank opens, and I must go home.

But where is Grisley?

When I come home, my friend sitting unconcerned in the kitchen and drinking coffee. He tells me that four Crazy had fallen on me, to rape me. He proudly recounts how it would jointly succeeded with any helpful Penner to defend myself bravely. When the police had appeared, the attackers had fled. However, one would have to hospitalize me to sober up, because I was not responding partout.

“So fast you’ll probably touch a more whiskey,” he quips.

And so he has damn right.

No whiskey, no dangerous games and no Grisley EVER again!

I’m sick. I am cured and finally woke up.