The Red Ribbon

Garrett was sitting in his bedroom when the phone buzzed with a new text. He didn’t feel like picking it up. He wasn’t having a good day. He’d been having few good days lately, since things with Sarah had collapsed. Collapsed utterly. They’d been having issues, sure, but he’d wanted to work them out and she…as it turns out, she had been seeing a guy she knew from college for several months. Garrett wasn’t surprised, exactly, but he was hurt, more than he even thought he would be. He felt the hurt with every breath, with every motion of his body. It was inside him.

Another buzz. Garrett picked up the phone. Three new texts from Manolo. Garrett winced. He hadn’t been responding to Manolo’s texts, because he knew Manolo was trying to get him to go out and stop feeling sorry for himself. Fuck. He sighed and opened the phone.

–Bro I’m not even going to ask how you’re doing, I know you’re still feeling like shit–But tonight’s the night you stop feeling like shit

–I’ve given you your time off but you’re back on the clock now time to TURN UP

Manolo was Dominican, charming, outgoing, with a winning smile that women couldn’t, and certainly didn’t want to, resist. He was the biggest extrovert Garrett knew, and he’d taken it as a kind of personal project to tear Garrett out of his depression. He and his wife were in an open marriage, which he loved to tell everyone about in lurid detail. Who he was fucking, who she was fucking, how competitive they got about it and how hot the sex was when they compared notes. His wife, Irina, was Russian, with the intriguing vestiges of an accent that she’d never quite lost, despite living in the US for nearly her entire life. Her skin was very pale, her hair was very black, and she had the severe lips and short skirts of a genuine Russian girl.

Garrett knew there was no more putting it off. He’d have to respond. He sighed dramatically, then smiled sourly at himself and texted Manolo back.

–Hey man yeah I’m sorry I haven’t texted back–I’d love to see you for a quick drink tonight

The response was instantaneous:

–Fuck a quick drink bro I’m taking you OUT–Tonight is going to be memorable I guarantee–Picking you up at 9

As soon as he saw Irina in the front seat of Manolo’s car that night, Garrett’s mind jolted. Was Manolo trying to set them up, to make him feel better? They drove downtown and found a bar, Garrett’s heart thudding uncomfortably the entire time. They ordered a round of drinks and Manolo talked while Garrett awkwardly looked at Irina and tried to tell whether she was flirting with him. It seemed like she was not, but he’d never been great at reading signals. When Manolo went to take a piss, Garrett went with him and tried to clear the air.

“This is probably presumptuous, but I just want to be clear. I don’t want Irina to feel like she has to…try to make me feel better.”

Manolo laughed out loud. “Motherfucker, you wish. Presumptuous. You are a presumptuous motherfucker. Irina likes big guys, not skinny art bitches like you. I mean you’re handsome, man, but that’s not going to happen. Besides, you don’t shit where you eat. No friends, that’s the first rule.”

Garrett was a little embarrassed, but mostly he was relieved. No expectations. Nothing he needed to do. Just a night out with friends. They had another couple of beers. Garrett started to loosen, the knot of sadness and anger in his chest uncoiling as they proceeded to get good and drunk together. They drank vodka shots to loud choruses of “nostorovia,” which Irina kept saying they were mispronouncing, though neither he nor Manolo could figure out how.

And then suddenly they were all leaving. Manolo and Irina were dragging him out of the bar and down a side street. “We’re going someplace special now, man. You’ll like it, I promise.” In a few minutes, they were there. They were standing in front of a building with a discreet sign saying only “The Saint; Private Club.” The bouncer fist bumped Manolo and let them all in. Garrett’s brain had settled deep enough into the alcohol that he took in the scene with considerably more coolness than he usually would be capable of. It was a sex club, clearly, and it wasn’t the beginning of the night. As Garrett walked towards the bar, glancing casually around him at couples or small groups in various stages and varieties of flirtation, making out, or outright sex, Manolo explained.

“OK, the only rule is that you have to get consent for anything you do. You want to touch a girl, or kiss her, or fuck her, or do whatever, you just have to ask and she has to say yes. Or guy, cause that shit’s cool here too. You’re a good looking dude so people are going to be pretty open, but you have to ask. OK? Literally the only rule. They take this extremely seriously, and that bouncer will fuck you up.”

“The only exception is if a girl, or guy, puts a red ribbon around their neck. That means all bets are off. No need to ask, you just do whatever you want to them. That doesn’t happen that often, but sometimes someone’s feeling frisky and wants to take a risk. You just have to leave one hand free at all times so they can take off the ribbon when they’re ready to stop.”

Garrett ordered a beer and settled into a barstool to watch. He caught the eye of a couple of women as they walked by and smiled, but he didn’t really know how to go about talking to them. Manolo was off in one corner kissing the neck of a girl wearing only a lace teddy, and Irina was already pinned up against a wall by a muscular man, his thick hand grinding beneath her tiny skirt as she arched her back in pleasure.

As Garrett looked around, a woman seated in one of the leather chairs in the center of the club caught his eye. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t place her. She had intense green eyes that set off a soft face with pale skin and a sprinkling of freckles. Her body was voluptuous, with large breasts and round hips pushing against the tight, short black dress she was wearing. Definitely familiar. Then suddenly it clicked. Holy shit. Rebecca Loughlin. He hadn’t seen her in a decade. They’d gone to high school together. She was a year older than him, and so much cooler than him she might as well have been in college already. They hung out with the same kids–punks and art nerds and general borderline-misfits. She’d been wild in high school; he’d seen her key a teacher’s car, he’d seen her smoke weed once in a hallway in between classes, and he’d heard stories about what she got up to with boys. The stories were enough to have gotten her branded a slut by her peers, but she didn’t give a shit. He’d had a crush on her for years. He’d even written a couple of poems to her, though of course he’d wisely refrained from showing them to her.

He thought about going up to her, but then laughed to himself. This wasn’t exactly the kind of place they could have a chill conversation and catch up. He’d almost made his mind up to go talk to her anyway when he saw her reach into her purse and pull out something long and thin. He watched, fascinated, as she drew it around her neck and pulled it tight, then knotted it. A red ribbon. She sat there for a moment, smiling to herself, knowing that it was only a matter of time until people started to notice.

Not much time at all, as it turned out. A man nearby her, who had been slowly stroking himself while watching a couple next to him have sex, walked up to her and grabbed one of her hands, placing it on his erect, already weeping cock. She smiled up at him and began to stroke him, her white fingers sliding up and down his long shaft. After a minute of this, the man pushed his cock closer to her face, wiping the precum oozing from his head onto Rebecca’s full lips. Her eyes closed and her tongue darted out, sensually licking the precum off her lips. The man urged his cock closer, pushing it into her unresisting mouth. She opened up, taking him inside, her tongue beginning to work the underside of his cock as her hand continued to jerk him off. Garrett watched, transfixed, as she took the man’s cock deep, bobbing her head, accepting every inch she could fit. Her full lips, her wet tongue, lingered on the stranger’s cock, until suddenly he began to shake and she opened her eyes and looked up at him as he shot his seed into her mouth. Garrett could see her throat working as she swallowed every drop, taking it all in. The man smiled and wiped the last drop of cum from his oozing cock on her cheek, then walked away.

Other men had noticed by now, and several were approaching Rebecca. She smiled up at them, her face flushed, her lips glistening with cum and saliva. One of the men sat on an armrest of the chair and casually pulled her dress down, exposing her ripe, full tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her large, pink nipples tightened as the man began to fondle her tits, his big hands groping them roughly. He circled her nipples, then took them between his fingers and twisted them, looking down at Rebecca’s face as it twisted in an expression that might have been pleasure or might have been pain. Another man pulled the hem of her dress up and pushed her legs apart, his hand disappearing between her thighs. She moaned as he pushed two fingers inside her, her already-wet cunt accepting them gladly as he pushed them deep inside.

A small crowd of curious onlookers was gathering around them. Garrett, without even thinking about it, drifted closer. To his right, a woman slowly stroked her partner’s cock while they both watched the proceedings. Garrett’s own cock, which had remained surprisingly quiet as he watched the other guests, was growing rigid in his pants. He was embarrassed for a very brief moment, until he looked around him again and laughed at himself.

The man fingering Rebecca abruptly withdrew his hand and pushed his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to suck her own juices off his hand. She did so avidly, her tongue lapping her pussy juice from his hand. Then the man hoisted her up from the armchair and pushed her down over both of the chair’s armrests. They were just wide enough that, with her hips over one side, her breasts rested on the other. Without a word to her, he stepped behind her and parted her legs with strong, insistent hands. She gladly opened them, the skirt of her dress pulled up high now, exposing her ass cheeks and a tiny, lacy thong. The man behind her unzipped his pants, his thick cock slapping down on her bare ass cheeks. He pulled her panties roughly to one side and, in one forceful motion, pushed his cock inside her. He pushed it slowly but insistently in, the full length disappearing into her cunt as she moaned shamelessly. The crowd murmered approvingly as he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her roughly, his muscular arms pulling her into him, his cock slamming in again and again, making her juicy ass cheeks jiggle with each stroke. As he did so, the other man had already gotten his cock out and was rubbing it casually over Rebecca’s beautiful face, streaking her pale skin with glistening drops of precum. Suddenly his fingers curled in her hair and he pushed his cock into her unresisting mouth, forcing it deep. One of her hands came up to work his shaft while she sucked, but he ignored it and kept pushing. Garrett watched, transfixed, as the man forced his cock ever deeper, the thick shaft disappearing into her throat as he forced it all the way down. Garrett could see Rebecca’s throat distending as she allowed the man to push his cock in all the way, until his balls were resting on her chin. Her eyes were closed, her face totally concentrated, her tongue continuing to work the shaft even as the man deep-throated her. He pulled out, slowly, giving her time to take a quick breath before he pushed back in. The men built a rhythm, fucking her from both sides, taking her beautiful generous body. Her eyes closed again as she gave herself up to the moment, opening again only when the man fucking her began to buck, his strokes coming faster, then grunted and unloaded inside her. He twitched as his balls emptied into her welcoming cunt, then slid out, a drop of his semen visible on the swollen lips of her bare cunt. The man in her mouth, as if taking a cue, began to fuck her face even more roughly, his balls slapping audibly on her chin, then moaned loudly and released, his balls twitching as Rebecca dutifully swallowed his load, her throat working to take each spurt inside her.

As Garrett watched these men use Rebecca, a furious lust, a wave of anger and desire, rose in him. What he was witnessing felt like a violation, a betrayal, although of what, or of whom, he could not tell. There was no reason he could feel like she shouldn’t do exactly what she pleased; he hadn’t even spoken to her in ten years. Watching these rough, practiced men using her beautiful, unresisting body for their pleasure, though, he felt a keen sense of loss, of anger, mixed with a suffocating lust. Three more men came now, pulling her up from the chair. They grabbed her and stripped her dress off, tossing it on the floor. Stripped her panties off until she stood before the crowd fully naked, totally vulnerable, breathing hard, her face glistening with sweat. The men pushed her to her hands and knees and fucked her on the floor, one by one, ramming their cocks into her without a word, grunting as they emptied themselves in her unresisting pussy. Her cunt was dripping cum; it dripped slowly down her naked thighs, pooling on the ground between her spread legs. They told her to stay like that and wait for the next man who wanted to use her. She did so, her eyes closed, her lips parted, breathing heavily, each breath almost a moan as she waited patiently.

By this point, Garrett was almost shaking with insensate lust. He walked over to her as she lay there on hands and knees, fucked, used. The crowd was watching, hands and mouths busy on each other’s bodies. Several couples were fucking enthusiastically as they watched. He saw Irina, her tiny skirt pulled up, being fucked from behind with her eyes locked on Rebecca’s body. Without even fully knowing what he was doing, he felt his fingers tangle in Rebecca’s hair. Tenderly, at first, his fingers almost caressing her head. Then his fist tightened, and he pulled her head up until she was kneeling before him. Her eyes opened and met his, but no flicker of recognition crossed her face. He hadn’t expected it, didn’t want it. He held her head and looked down at her panting, perfect body, the pool of cum oozing from her well-used pussy.

His own voice surprised him. “Now, cunt, did you like that?” She tried to nod, but his hand kept her head still.

“Yes, I did,” she said, her voice small in the large room.

“I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do now, cunt. You’re going to rub that well-fucked pussy for everyone and cum, right here, in front of all these people. You’re going to show them what a dirty little slut you are and how much you liked getting used like that.”

Her hands crept down her body, running tentatively over her cum-slick pussy. She rubbed up and down her lips, covering them with the cum dripping from her hole. Her fingers stopped at her clitoris and she began to work it, gently at first, wincing a little at the friction on her sensitive skin, then harder, her breath coming faster as her pale strong fingers rubbed her pleasure node.

Garret looked around at the eager, flushed faces around him. “Tell them why you liked getting fucked like that. Say it out loud.”

She spoke through slight moans, her eyes open wide, locked on his. “Because I’m a little slut.”

Garrett unzipped his pants, his cock finally released from its imprisonment. It was angry red, almost purple, with his lust. Rebecca opened her mouth eagerly, but he didn’t give it to her. He stroked his cock roughly, his hand pounding as he looked into her eyes.

“You’re a little cumslut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m a fucking cumslut.” She was breathing faster now, her body trembling as she worked her clit harder. She looked into his eyes.

“I’m going to cum all over your slutty face. I’m going to cover you in my cum, cunt.”

“Yes,” she breathed, moaning. “Fuck yes.”

He knew the crowd was all around them, moaning their own pleasures out, looking at him and Rebecca. But his eyes were fixed on hers.

“You’re going to cum now, like a good little cunt. You’re going to cum like a good little cumslut while I cum all over your face.”

“Fuck yes. Cum on me, fucking cum on me, make me your fucking cumslut.”

Her body arched, her breasts shaking as her orgasm finally crested, moaning helplessly as it took her. Seeing it, Garret’s thick cock throbbed and his own orgasm hit him, cum erupting from deep within him and splashing on her lips, on her cheeks, on her beautiful green eyes. He was electric, the orgasm ripping through him as he unleashed a torrent of hot semen on her eager face. Her mouth, distended with her own pleasure, opened to catch as much cum as it could. Her tongue lapped eagerly at the cum on her cheeks as spasms of pleasure shook her. She lay back on the floor, exhausted, smiling slightly and catching her breath. With one hand she reached up and tugged on the bow in her ribbon, releasing herself and laughing as she lay, spent, on the floor.

He looked around, feeling suddenly awkward, his spent cock in his hand. He hurriedly tucked it back into his pants and zipped back up. Manolo wasn’t there, thankfully. He must have gone to one of the private rooms. On the other side of the room, Irina was pulling her panties back on. Garrett walked back to the bar, thought about ordering a drink, decided to just get out of there. When he looked back, Rebecca was gone. There must be showers someplace, he thought, and she was probably cleaning up.

He walked out of the club, trying to avoid eye contact. The spell was broken, the rage and lust gone, the club just a seedy room smelling of sex. He would get a car home and text Manolo. He just needed to get home.

As he walked out the door, the bouncer grabbed his arm. “She wanted me to give you this.” He handed Garrett a torn-off piece of paper.

“Who?”

The bouncer laughed. “You know who, man. Shit.”

On the piece of paper was a phone number and a short note. He held it up to the streetlight.

“Good to see you again, Garrett.” That was all. He walked out onto the dark street, feeling something he could not name.