Kenny spoke in a loud voice that carried through the bus. “Take off your clothes, breeder.”
All eyes turned on the two.
“But…”
“Right fucking now. Are you refusing? Take all your clothes off immediately or I’ll report you in,” he yelled. “NOW!”
Olivia stripped off her tee shirt. Everyone in the bus stared as she pulled it over her head and her pert tits bounced free. Kenny oogled her tits then snapped his fingers. Olivia wriggled off her jeans while sitting in the seat.
“Get fucking naked, now, bitch.”
Her face crimson, she raised her hips and stripped off her cum soaked panties. The sweet smell of sex filled the bus.
“Stand up.”
Olivia paused then slowly stood, her arms wrapped across her chest. He grabbed her wrists and tore her arms away. He squeezed her exposed breasts. “Nice tits, Olivia. Hey everyone, have a look at these tits.” He kneaded them.
Olivia’s heart hammered and her pussy heated up as her nipples hardened.
“Spread your legs, bitch. Show me your pussy.”
Olivia leaned back against the seat and spread her legs. Kenny ran a finger down her slit and pulled it away. His finger glistened. “You’re wet. You’re wet for Kenny, aren’t you?”
Olivia remained silent.
“I can’t hear you, bitch. Is your pussy wet?”
*Yes." She mumbled.
“I can’t hear you,” he said. “Say it again.”
“Yes,” she called out.
“Yes, what?” he smirked.
“Yes, my pussy is wet.”
“Get on your hands and knees.”
Grateful for the chance to get out of plain view, Olivia dropped to her hands and knees.
“Crawl.”
Her face burning, Olivia started to crawl toward the front of the bus. She crawled past the woman, then the old couple until she was near the old lady.
“What do you think of this breeding bitch?” Kenny asked the old lady.
“It’s disgusting,” she said and she turned away.
“Turn around, bitch. Crawl.”
Olivia crawled until she was next to the elderly couple.
“Stop.”
Olivia stopped.
“What about you, old man, you want to touch my breeder?”
“Most certainly not,” said the women sitting next to the man. She slapped the man’s hands away. “You both ought to be ashamed.”
Kenny laughed and commanded Olivia to crawl towards the back of the bus. The young woman looked away pointedly as they passed. Olivia didn’t stop. He ended up in the back of the bus, surrounded by the young men.
“Anyone want to feel up my bitch before I fuck her?”
Four sets of hands reached out for Olivia, pinching her nipples, fondling her breasts, caressing her ass and even touching her ass and pussy.
“It feels good doesn’t it, Olivia.”
Olivia’s cheeks burned but her arousal at being the centre of attention made her skin tingle. The fondling and caressing making her clit throb.
“That’s enough. Back.”
Olivia crawled back up the bus until commanded to stop opposite the rear door where there was a gap in the seating.
“Kneel.”
Olivia knelt. When she looked up, she saw Kenny’s cock sticking out.
“Lick it, bitch.”
Obediently, Olivia licked the head of his cock.
“Take it in your mouth.”
She opened her mouth and took his cock inside.
“Look into my eyes, cunt.”
She flinched at the name but looked up into his eyes as she worked her mouth over his shaft. His eyelids fluttered as she sucked away. He groaned and Olivia wondered if she was going to get another load of cum in her mouth.
He withdrew, reached down, grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. He turned her around and pressed her against the window of the bus. She stared out into the traffic, her tits squashed against the glass. He kicked her ankles apart and pulled her hips back. The head of his cock pressed against her slippery, ready slit and then he rammed in hard filling her. Olivia watched as the passing drivers stared at her getting fucked. With one hand on her ass and the other fondling her tit, Kenny’s hips thrust vigorously filled and stretching her swollen cunt. Olivia started to moan in pleasure despite herself. The hand on her ass wrapped around and rubbed her clit as she was fucked. Her moans became louder and louder and she bit her lip to try and suppress the noise. Then, in spite of herself, she came. Unable to fully suppress the sounds she squealed and whimpered as she came.
“What. A. Dirty. Bitch,” said Kenny between thrusts. Then he slapped her ass hard, and grunted, “now you know what it’s like, bitch,” before his twitching cock unleashed its seed deep inside her pussy. He had the position for a full minute after he came then he slid his cock out. A dribble of cum slipped down her thigh.
“Give me your book,” he said.
Olivia returned to her seat, a dribble of cum sliding down her thigh. Olivia pulled the book from her bag and she passed it to Kenny who opened it.
“Oh dear, you haven’t filled it in yet, have you?”
Olivia groaned and her stomach sank.
“I guess that makes me your first.”
She reeled as she realized she’d never recorded the first breedings.
“Doesn’t matter, they don’t count today in any case,” he laughed. “I can’t believe you were stupid enough to stay on birth control.”
He signed his name and handed the book back to Olivia who was standing naked, with Kenny’s cum sliding down her thigh, just as the bus pulled into the depot.
The bus squealed to a stop, Olivia still holding her clothes in her arms. She glanced outside the window at the row of men sitting and waiting and her heart sank.
The doors on the bus hissed open.
“End of the line, people. Everyone off the bus,” yelled the driver.
“I’m not dressed.”
“Not my problem, lady. You have to disembark.” He smirked at Olivia admiring her body as he stared.
Glancing outside, Olivia glanced at the line of men and, remembering the incident in the waiting room, assumed she’d just be naked again within a couple of minutes anyway. She walked towards the door carrying he clothes against her body, using them to cover her tits and pussy. Amber disembarked first with Olivia following close behind. By the time Amber reached the bottom of the stairs three men were in her face yelling and flashing red cards. Without hesitation, she pointed to the largest and fattest of them with lank hair and a scraggly beard. He grabbed her and pulled her, unresisting, over to the benches amongst the waiting men. Pushed over by the fat man, she placed her hands on the bench. He reached around her as she waited and undid her jeans. Once opened, he yanked them down, mid-thigh exposing her ass. By the time Olivia made it to the bottom of the steps, Amber was being savagely fucked by the creepy breed stud. His grunts as he pounded her matching her own grunts as she struggled to maintain position.
Olivia looked around and there were no blue card holders. Feeling untouchable, like royalty, she dropped her clothes on the bench next to Amber and picked up the panties to get dressed. Seeing the thoroughly cum soaked fabric, she used them to wipe the cum off her thighs and pussy. Looking around for a bin to throw them in, she spotted the taller of the men waiting for Amber to become available. On a whim, she tossed the panties at him. Instinctively, he caught the flying object then frowned at the wetness. He glowered at Olivia and put the panties in his pocket.
Olivia pulled on her jeans, relishing the lack of dripping fluids around her pussy. Just as she was fastening up her jeans, Amber’s partner grunted and came inside her pussy with a howl. He withdrew, wiped his cock on her ass, gave it a slap and stepped away. The remaining two men stepped forward.
“Wait, he needs to sign the book,” Amber said.
“Not my problem, bitch,” said the smaller of the men. A ferret like individual with a screwed-up face.
“He’s not finished until he signs the book,” said Amber.
“Sign the fucking book, asshole,” said the remaining red card holder, the taller man who had caught Olivia’s panties.
Amber pulled the book from her pocket and held it out. The fat greasy haired man stared at it unmoving.
“Don’t be an asshole,” said the fit man. He took the book off Amber and pressed it into the fat man’s hand. Reluctantly, fatty signed his name and stormed off.
Still bent over, Amber turned her head. “OK, rat-face, you’re next.”
The ferret like man glanced around with a nervous energy then in a rush of furious action, unbuttoned himself and mounted Amber. It was a slightly comic sight, the small, slight man stuck behind the statuesque Amber. She took it with dignity, every now and again giving a flick of her rump and bouncing the poor man off. He scurried back into place and resumed fucking her. Amber lowered herself into her elbows, placing her hand on her chin as rat faced man became redder and redder in the face. With some exaggerated and high-pitched grunts, he rutted her with some quick, high energy thrusts then held as he came inside her. He withdrew, his face red and swearing under his breath.
“Book,” she said holding it back for him.
“Fuck you, bitch,” he snarled.
“You just did, creep. Now take accountability for it,” said the tall man.
The rat faced man glanced nervously at the larger man waiting in line. He nodded and rat face snatched the book, signed it, then scurried off, tossing it on the ground at Amber’s feet as he did so.
“Can you pick that up for me?” Amber asked.
“Sure,” Olivia said.
She picked it up and placed it in the seat next to Amber. Amber was still bent over, hands on the chair, ass out with dribbles of cum running down the inside of her thighs.
She coyly looked over her shoulder at the remaining man. “Your turn I guess. Sorry about the mess.” She held position and waited for the final fucking.
The man pulled Olivia’s cum soaked panties out of his pocket. “No matter. I have a plan to clean up the mess first.” He threw the panties at Olivia. “Clean her up.”
She tossed the panties back. “No, do it yourself.”
“It’s going to be like that is it.” He held out his red card to Olivia. “Clean her up. Now.”
Olivia snorted and flicked her ear tags. “I’m blue not red.”
He held the card close. “Read it, bitch.”
Olivia read the card. It read.
BREED STUD: JAKE WONDERLUST
LICENCE NO.: 1442-2346-7791-WDXT
ENDORSEMENTS: S, B, h, A
“So?”
“Endorsement ‘A’ means the accompanying female provisions apply. Now clean her up.”
Olivia swallowed. “I don’t understand.”
“You read the letter, didn’t you? Do you remember the accompanying female provisions? You obviously accompanying this breeding bitch.”
“I just met her,” Olivia said.
“I don’t ask if you were her friend, I asked if you have been travelling together.”
“Yes, but what does…”
“It means you are an accompanying female and I can require you to participate.” He paused, “or I can raise a strike against you. Look around, there are plenty of witnesses.”
Olivia’s mind reeled at the new and her stomach turned. She held out her hand. “Sure, give me the panties and I’ll do it.”
“Too late for that, use your tongue.”
“You bastard. How fucking dare…”
“That’s a lot of negative strikes if I call it in. If you’re a breeder, you’d end up strapped to a breed bench for sure.”
Olivia closed her mouth and fell silent. She glanced at the mess on Amber’s thighs and bile heaved at the back of her throat.
“Now, bitch. You haven’t got all day.”
Olivia leaned in slowly, tongue out and locked a droplet off the drying saltiness off Amber’s thigh. The cum drenched folds of Amber’s cunt almost touching her face. She heaved in disgust at the taste of the old, stale sperm.
“Keep going,” Jake said.
Olivia continued licking until Amber’s thighs were clear of the running droplets. Olivia stopped and leaned back, her stomach churning in protest and the hot burn of bile deep in her throat.
“Keep going.”
“I got it all.”
“And the dried stuff.”
Olivia gagged. The sound carried across the area. A number of the men were rubbing themselves through their pants.
Slowly and reluctantly, Olivia licked at Amber’s thighs, kicking off the old sperm had dried and crusted to her skin. After a couple of minutes, she rocked back, finished.
“Keep going.”
“He thighs are clean. What’s the problem?”
“Keep going, clean her cunt.”
“Oh God…”
“Do it or there’s a lot of strikes.”
Olivia stared at the folds of Amber’s pussy and the white that oozed out from it. She leaned in, and with her tongue, licked the salty, sticky mess. She gagged and retched then licked again. Both girls flinched as Olivia’s nose bumped against Amber’s asshole. After a dozen licks Olivia rocked back.
“Keep going.”
“But it’s clean.”
“Not inside. Keep going.” Olivia leaned forward and pressed her tongue against Amber’s lips and slid her tongue inside. An explosion of cum landed on her tongue. She retched then pressed ahead, licking out Amber. Amber moaned and rocked her hips grinding her as and pussy against Olivia’s face. Olivia rocked back but before she could withdraw, strong hands pressed hard against her head, crushing her face and chin hard against Amber.
“Keep going.”
Olivia pressed in hard with her tongue until the hands released her.
She rocked back on her knees panting, her chin smothered in a mixture of cum, pussy juice and spit that dribbled onto her tee shirt.
The hand held her hair.
“Open your mouth.”
Olivia glanced up, strainer into her own electric blue cum soaked panties.
“Or else…”
Olivia opened her mouth and he pressed the damp fabric inside. Pushed into a ball, it filled her mouth.
“Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm.” She protested.
“That’s true,” he said. “It’s not the right time and place for that.” He pulled the ball of fabric out.
“Does anyone want to fuck this bitch’s mouth before I put this back in?”
A dozen of the waiting men stood. Jake held her head tight as the first man lined up and thrust his cock into Olivia’s mouth.
“Suck it, bitch. Show some appreciation.”
Olivia started to suck. She moved her hands up.
“No hands. Put them behind your back.”
Olivia knelt, hands behind her back as man after man fucked her face. Their cum filled her mouth, splattered onto her face, into her eyes, sprayed onto her hair and onto her tee shirt. Her mouth overflowed and the cum dribbled down her chin, onto her tits, tee shirt and jeans.
When the last man had finished, she was a cum drenched wreck. Strong hands yanked back her hair and the panties got stuffed back into her mouth. Olivia no longer cared.
Then softly and with growing tempo, she heard the sound of Jake fucking Amber.
Amber led Olivia into the bus back to the campus. The thick white shots of cum turned into a sticky transparent sheen that covered her face. The droplets on her head were now dry hard flecks that stood out against her black flowing hair. Her tee shirt was an artwork of stains that stuck to her tits like it was glued on. More than anything, Olivia reeked of cum. Amber led her to a seat right near the back of the bus. The other passengers threw Olivia an irritated glance then shifted seats further forward.
Amber slid into the seat next to Olivia and put an arm around her. Olivia dropped her head and sobbed, the tears stinging her eyes as they softened the hardening cum on her face.
“It’s OK. Let’s get you home.”
“Why did he do that to me,” she sobbed. “Why?”
“It’s happened. Don’t worry about it.”
“Oh God. I can’t get through a month of this.” Olivia put her face in her hands then quickly pulled them away.
Amber held her gently, enough for comfort but making sure not to get too much of the drying cum on her own clothes.
“How am I supposed to study?” Olivia said through racking sobs.
“I don’t know. Well work it out,” Amber said. “I’ve got the same problem.” Amber write her contact details into Olivia’s book. “Message me. Well compare notes.”
Olivia nodded, the small smile cracking the now drying mask of semen on her face.
The bus carried the two women to the campus stop. As the bus pulled in, Olivia’s heart pounded hard and her breathing quickened into short panicky gasps. “This is my stop,” she said.
With trembling legs, she stood and made her way slowly down the steps. When she stepped into the pavement she turned to face a line if people. Students lined up to get in the bus. All of them had eyes locked on Olivia. Some gagged. Some held their noses. All had disgust written across their faces. Olivia recognised two from her Friday class. She looked away to see a group of construction workers across the road.
“Hey, show us your tits,” one of them yelled out.
Ignoring the catcalls, Olivia turned away.
“I said, show us your tits,” the voice repeated, louder this time.
Olivia kept her head down and shuffled awkwardly through the line of students.
“Hey bitch, I said show me your tits.” The voice was very close. The construction worker had crossed the street. “It’s obvious you’re some sort of slut, I want to see your fucking tits.” He moved in front of Olivia and blocked her path. “I want to see them.”
Olivia looked up and straight into a blue card. Defeated by Jake’s utter humiliation, Olivia had no resistance left. She grabbed the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it up to expose her tits.
He took one look at the cum covering Olivia. “You’ve been used haven’t you, bitch.”
Olivia simply nodded.
The construction worker turned to a mate who had followed him across the road. “She’s been totally fucked, Hank. So you want to touch it?”
The other worker, Hank, walked up, tool belt jiggling. “Yes. She’s fucked but I only need to touch that with my cock.”
“In her mouth or pussy?”
“Dunno, Hank. What does her pussy look like?”
Hank turned to Olivia. “Get em off, bitch.”
Leaving her tits exposed, Olivia pulled down her jeans.
“Take em off.”
Olivia peeled the jeans all the way down and kicked them off.
“Well, Hank?”
“Yeah, Dave, I’ll fuck that,” he said.
“Watch this,” said Dave. “Hey, bitch. Suck him hard.”
Olivia knelt down in front of the construction worker a waited for a moment. Dave moved so she reached up and undid his trousers and pulled out his cock. Wrapping her hands around it, she fisted it a couple of times to get it started then opened her mouth. Her skin crawled with the thought of all the eyes on her. To the sound of gasps and mutters, she leaned forward and took the cock into her mouth and rhythmically rocked back and forth, her lips tight around the shaft.
“Look at her go,” Hank said as he rocked his hips.
“It gets better,” Dave replied. He placed a hand against the back of her head and pressed hard, crushing her face against his pelvis. He held her.
Olivia sensing the growing crowd around her, resisted the urge to struggle but the urgency to breathe overwhelmed her and her hands hammered his thighs. The pressure on her head released and she pulled off, strands of spit and mucus stretching between her and Hank’s now rock-hard cock.
The crowd murmured in appreciation.
“Do it again,” Hank said.
Dave crushed her head against Hank again and the crowd started to chatter excitedly.
“Can he do that?” said a woman’s voice.
“What a fucking slut,” said another disdainfully.
“She’s in my class,” called out another.
“What’s her name again?”
Again, Olivia’s released came only after she started to struggle. This time, the hand on her head grabbed her hair and yanked her over, pushing her head down onto the seat of the waiting bench. Her head pressed down forced her ass up and to more gasps from the audience, a hot, hard pressure pushed against her now drenched pussy lips. With a single thrust, it pressed all the way in stretching her. Warm hands gripped her hips tight, steadying her as Hank ploughed her pussy.
Her head pressed down to the side, Olivia could see the sizable crowd gathering around her. She squeezed her eyes shut against.
Hank’s thrusts became harder and more urgent and his grunts became louder.
“Hank, don’t cum in her cunt. That’s only allowed for blue card holders.”
“So what?”
“There’s really serious penalties, Hank. Don’t cum inside her.”
“What. Do. I. Do. Then?” Hank said between grunts.
“Cum on her ass. Or her mouth.”
“Mouth,” Hank grunted. “Oh. Fuck.” He withdrew and a jet of hot spunk shot up Olivia’s back. “Ass.”
The crowd roared with laughter.
More cum shot out, then yet more dribbled onto her ass. The pressure on her head left her but she stayed in place. After a minute, the chatter in the crowd died down. she looked up and the two men were gone and the crowd was breaking up leaving a number of students busy taking photos with their phones. She looked around for her jeans but they were gone too. She pulled her cum soaked tee shirt down as far as it would go and walked towards the dorm.
She walked towards the student building. A lone boy with greasy hair and a beard smirked at her. His eyes roving up and down her body. He pulled out his phone and added her to his collection.
The group of boys weren’t arguing about comic book characters. They had their phones out.
A group of girls burst out from the dorm building. They stopped and parted ranks, surprise written across their faces. They stopped and almost as one turned away. The whispered sounds of “slut,” and “whore,” and “skank,” came from the group. One girl, a kindly redhead stepped forward.
“Come on, we need to help her,” she said walking towards Olivia, concern on her face.
“Kellie,” said a tall girl, “don’t.” She grabbed the redhead by the arm.
“Don’t?”
“Don’t help her.”
“Why not? She looks like she’s in some sort of trouble.”
“She’s a breeder and that means certain men can fuck her anytime and anyplace. Some men have special rights to fuck associates of the breeder. Pays to stay distant so they don’t mistake you for her friend.”
“By helping her?”
“Yep.”
“If you give her assistance, they can claim you’re her friend and fuck you too. In public.”
The redhead’s mouth dropped.
“What did I do?” the redhead asked looking around nervously as if someone was coming to fuck her.
“Just keep your distance. Also calling her names helps show there’s no relationship.”
“Names?”
“Like whore, or bitch, or slut.” They both looked up at Olivia. “we can’t help you, you stupid slut.” She turned to the redhead. “Like that.”
“Oh.” The redhead turned to Olivia, she thought for a while and said, “why don’t you go and get fucked you dumb cunt.”
They high fived each other and the rest of the girls cheered adding “cunt” to their list of taunts.
Olivia’s face hardened. In one smooth motion, she peeled off her tee shirt and threw it at them. They ran away screaming and swearing.
Naked, she walked up to the door of the dorm and stopped dead. Her key was in her jeans.
Naked and sticky, she turned back towards the student building.
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Olivia had been waiting in line at the student service for fifteen minutes. All the time, her skin prickled as she imagined the many sets of eyes in her. Olivia had picked the only line that led to a woman clerk and now Olivia was finding that she was slower than all the others. The young woman in the window was still in discussion with the person ahead of Olivia.
“There’s also this form. I can help you complete it.”
“But I have what I need right?” her customer, a large beefy student with an unfortunate case of acne.
“Technically, yes, but this form helps,” said the clerk.
“Can I take it away?” Asked the pick faced youth.
“Well … technically you can,” she replied. “But it’s a very complex form.”
“Er. OK.” He fidgeted.
“Your name needs to go here,” she said, leaning in and pointing at sections of the form with her pen. “And down here.”
“Just above the signature?”
“Exactly.”
“And my student number goes there, correct?” the young man said.
“I’ll get to that part.”
“Um, I have a class…”
“This won’t take long…” the clerk said.
“I really have to go.”
The administrator was silent.
“Thanks,” said the young man as he picked up the paper. He turned to go, giving Olivia’s body a long state has he did.
Olivia was at the front of the line.
The clerk turned her chair. “Hey, Will, can you take the next one? I’m due for my break.”
“Break’s in fifteen minutes, Jill,” a voice hollered from out the back.
Jill turned back slowly to Olivia, a cold stare in her face. “Next,” she intoned.
Olivia walked up to the window.
The clerk wrinkled her nose, screwing up her face. “You need to take a shower and come back when you don’t stink,” she said. “And get some clothes on.”
“That’s the problem,” Olivia replied. “I’m locked out.”
“That was stupid,” the clerk said in an unnaturally raised voice, one that carried across the room.
“I need some help.”
“I don’t see how I can help you. Not if you’re that stupid.”
“Hey. Don’t talk to me like that. It’s not my fault.”
“I’ll need ID.”
Olivia exploded, “does it look like I have ID?”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re like that.”
“I need help, I don’t have ID, I need to get back into my room.”
“Talk to your roommate.”
“We don’t get on.”
“Not my problem.”
“Please you have to help me.”
The clerk sneered. “You need to come back when the janitor is around. He’s off duty. He deals with lock outs.” She looked past Olivia. “Next.”
“Can you call the janitor?” Olivia asked. “Please.”
“He doesn’t like to be called when off duty. Not unless it’s an emergency.”
“But…”
“Next.”
“This is an emergency.”
“Next,” Jill repeated.
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Fifteen minutes later, Olivia stood outside the ramshackle building at the back of campus. Sat between a line of dumpsters on one side and a dilapidated basketball court now used as a parking lot on the other, the janitor’s residence was an old temporary classroom converted into accommodation. Olivia banged on the door.
“Fuck off,” came from within.
Olivia banged louder.
“Fuck off,” the voice repeated, but louder.
Olivia banged the door a third time.
The banging and scraping of furniture accompanied by the pounding of footsteps answered her. The door clicked three time the flew open, “what part of fuck off don’t you…” The lean, muscular man in the door way stopped. The lines on his face creased under his grey hair. “You’ve got a story to tell don’t you.”
“I’m locked out of my dorm.”
“Student services, lady.” He slammed the door shut.
Olivia pounded on it.
“Student services,” he yelled.
“I’ve been there. They sent me here.”
The door opened slowly. “Who the fuck did that.”
Olivia stood, hands on hips.
“OK,” the janitor said. “Come on in.” He stepped aside.
Olivia, reeking of dried sperm, walked past him into the small cluttered room.
“And don’t touch anything.”
Olivia stood in the room as the janitor settled into an easy chair. “So, what’s your story!”
“I need to get into my dorm,” she repeated. “I lost my clothes.”
“Obviously,” he replied, his eyes roving over her body. “Still, student services deals with stuff like this. I can’t start giving out special favours.”
Olivia paused at the words ‘special favours’. She looked back on the day and how her life has changed and the one theme that now ran through it, pleasuring men. ‘Special favours’, she thought as she stepped forward and placed her hand over the lump in his crotch. She slid her hand back and forth and the lump hardened further.
He leaned back, “I’m listening.”
“I need some help. If I help you, will you help me?” She rubbed, then squeezed, then kneaded his crotch.
“Go on.” His eyes were fixed on her tits.
Looking into his eyes, she unfastened his trousers and reached inside, releasing his hard shaft.
“You see, I can give special favours,” she said, wrapping her hand around his cock, “in return for special favours.” She licked her lips. “Are you interested?”
His eyes narrowed and he groaned.
She lowered her head then paused. “Well?”
“Yeah, I’m interested.”
She tilted her head as she strikes him harder and harder. “You see, I’ve got needs and you’ve got needs. Perhaps we can help each other out.” She lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Then she lifted her head, stared into his eyes and said, “you see I’ve got places I need to get into and in return, I can let you into places too. Here’s a sample,” she said lowering her mouth over his cock.
Soft slurping sounds filled the room as Olivia’s head bobbed up and down over his lap. She tugged at the waistband of his trousers and pulled them down further then she reached in and cupped his balls.
He groaned and his body stiffened.
She lifted her head. “So, do we have a deal?”
“Sure, I let you into your dorm and you suck me off.”
“I need a key,” she said.
“No deal,” he said.
She stopped. “OK, no deal.”
“You get a key, but I get to fuck you.”
This was no longer an issue for Olivia seeing how many people had already fucked her today. “Sure.”
“And photos.”
Olivia paused then bit her lip. She thought for a moment, quietly stroking him to keep him on edge. “No head shots.”
His eyes narrowed for a moment and then he smirked. “Deal.”
With the deal agreed, she made her move, stroking him hard then standing up to straddle him. She lowered herself down until the head pressed against her pussy lips. Slowly she lowered and his shaft slid inside.
He tipped his head back and groaned. Then, reaching up with his hands, he grabbed her firm tits and mashed them. The pleasure rose in Olivia after a day of being the victim she was in control. She wasn’t some breed bitch she was making the decisions. She moaned as she ground down on him, his cock plunged deep, stretching her.
He started to grind and buck harder.
“Don’t cum in my pussy,” she said.
“Why not?” he grunted.
“There’s serious penalties for non-breeders that cum in my pussy "
“Like what?”
Olivia continued grinding and riding for a few seconds. “No idea,” she said between panted breaths. Her fingers grabbed his shirt and pulled as she came closer to the edge. “Fuck it,” she panted. “Cum in my cunt if you want, everyone else does.”
His grunts turned into groans as his cock twitched inside her then exploded releasing jets of hot seed deep inside her red, raw pussy. She held on for a few seconds then her own orgasm consumed her. The wanton, random nature of the sex, fucking a complete stranger as part of a sick trade making her hornier and wetter than she’d ever been and the orgasm shattered her like no other. She whimpered and groaned as waves of pleasure shot through her whole body.
Post orgasm, she flopped forward lying on his chest where she lay, breathing heavily for a few seconds. Then she pushed herself up.
“Key,” she said.
“Photos first,” he replied.
Cum oozed down her thigh as she nodded, “let’s do this.” Her pussy throbbed at the thought.
The key slipped effortlessly into the door of Olivia’s dorm. She pushed the door open and slid inside and pushed the door closed, leaning on it and breathing a huge sigh of relief. She surveyed the room. Billie stretched in her bed on her stomach, reading. On Olivia’s bed, sat Billie’s detestable friend Cynthia. Both girls looked at Olivia, eyes wide and mouths open.
Cynthia recovered first and sneered. “What happened to you?”
This set Olivia off as a curtain of rage descended over her. “Get out, bitch.” She said and she pointed at the door. “Get the fuck off my bed and get the fuck out of my room.”
Cynthia opened her mouth, closed it then walked past Olivia a smirk on her face. “Later,” she said.
Olivia waited until the girl had gone, then turned on Billie. “You fucking bitch. How dare you let her sit on my bed. You know she hates me.”
“You weren’t here,’ she said with a shrug, “and I had no idea when you were coming back.”
“You hid the letter didn’t you,” Olivia yelled, snarling, “you bitch.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“I found my mail, stuffed into a drawer. Why did you hide my mail, you cunt.” Olivia stormed over next to the bed.
“Just because I keep the place tidy…” Billie screwed up her nose. “Speaking of messy, you smell like sex. Go clean up, slut.”
“I am not a fucking slut. How dare you.”
Billie held her nose, “you’re naked and reek of cum. How is that not a slut.”
“I’m a breeder, that’s why and almost got taken away because of you. How can you hide a letter that says ‘open immediately’? Well?”
Billie laughed. “You’re one of those poor cunts that guys get to fuck wherever they want.” She smirked. “Suits you.”
Olivia walked over to Billie’s dresser, pulled out a pair of fancy panties and used them to wipe off some of the dried cum on her pussy and thighs then she threw them at Billie. Billie looks up in shock.
“You want to fucking complain about messy?”
She grabbed Billie’s favourite tee shirt and did the same. The contaminated tee shirt landed on Billie’s face.
Ibis reached for the next article of clothing but Billie kept up and grabbed Olivia’s wrist. The two girls wrestled for a moment. Olivia grabbed Billie’s blouse and with the extra purchase pushed Billie off balance ripping the buttons off exposing Billie’s tits. Olivia then pushed the other girl over, throwing her to the floor.
“Fuck you,” Billie screamed.
“No, fuck you,” Olivia replied.
Billie smirked, “no, fuck you. After all, who’s the breeding bitch?”
Olivia steamed herself in the shower for a full thirty minutes, letting the hot water rush over her body. She soaped and scrubbed three times working up a lather that ran off her in large bubbly suds. At the end of it her body felt clean but her mind was still reeling at the events of the day. Wherever she went, she was at risk and even a bus trip had resulted in multiple fuckings and being stripped naked. On top of that, shed missed Professor David’s lecture and he hated students who missed classes. Almost as much as he hated students who were late.
When she returned to the dorm, it was empty. She didn’t know where Billie had gone and didn’t care. Grateful for the solitude, she ate a snack, then crawled into bed.
The next morning, she got up, got dressed and headed down to the common room to have breakfast. The room fell silent as she entered, all eyes turning to her. A number of the students whispered behind their hands as she chose her breakfast and sat down to eat. She ate alone feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on her.
Once she’d finished her breakfast, she returned to her room and lost herself in study. Her first class was at eleven. As the clock drew closer and closer to eleven, Olivia lost focus, the events in the common room still haunting her.
At quarter to eleven, she pushed herself back from her desk and slung her bag over her shoulder. She gave herself a final check in the mirror and was happy with what she saw - apart from the breeding tags attached to her ears.
She stepped down into the corridor and took the stairs down to the ground floor. She exited the building into a light drizzle. Few students were about and those that were had their heads down and were hurrying through the light rain. Only one die hard student in a leather jacket held out, his back to the truck of a large oak in the middle of the campus as he waited in the rain. Olivia hurried out into the rain and crossed the campus, shielding her eyes with her hands.
Unable to see ahead, she nearly ran into the dark leather clad figure she recognized as one of the members of the college football team.
“Hey,” she said. “Watch it.”
“Hey yourself,” he said. “Let’s have a look…” He peered at Olivia. “You’re her,” he said fumbling at his jacket.
“What?”
“Hold on,” he said, his hands deep in his pocket.
Olivia froze, surprised then with a growing realization started to back away. “I’ve got a class…”
He pulled out a blue card. “Good, you’re here. Drop em.”
“What?”
“Jeans off, bitch. Time for breeding.”
“But, I’ve got a class,” she said, pleading, “I can’t be late.”
“Not my problem if you don’t plan ahead.”
Olivia paused for a moment then unzipped her jeans pulling them down. She’d pulled them down mid-thigh when he grabbed her and pushed her to the ground. Stuck on her hands and knees on the cold, wet grass, as rough hands grabbed her panties and yanked them down on top of her jeans. Cold wet fingers pressed against her pussy rubbing back and forth.
“Can you hurry up, I’m running late,” she said.
“You’re not wet,” he replied as he continued to stroke her. He pulled his hands away, if you’re in a hurry then you deal with it."
“Me?”
“Yeah,” he said. “You’re the one who’s in a rush. Get busy.”
Olivia sighed and reached down with one hand and placed her fingers over her pussy and started rubbing slowly and mechanically. Silence descended as her fingers circled and rubbed her clit.
“You’ll need to do better than that,” he said. “Especially if you’re in a rush.”
Olivia redoubled her efforts, flexing her fingers, crushing her pussy and circling her nub. She spread her legs as wide as her jeans would allow to give better access. Within a few minutes she gasped and let out a small moan as her pussy heated up. She slipped two fingers inside the warm, slipperiness of her now wet cunt. He moaned then used her fingers to separate her now wet pussy lips and wiggled her hips.
“I’m ready,” she said.
“Keep going.”
Olivia went back to work, her now dripping wet fingers working hard on her clit and her cunt. She cleared her mind and focused on her body. She bit her lip and whimpered as her arousal rose. She arched her back and wiggles her hips. As she got closer and closer to the edge, she started to moan and writhe. Then, on her hands and knees in the middle of campus, cunt exposed to a stranger, the first orgasm hit. She shuddered and writhed as it shot through her body, sudden and powerful as her helpless exposure fuelled it.
“Oh, God,” she said lost in the moment. “I came, can you please fuck me now.”
A hand grabbed her ponytail and yanked her to her knees. The warm, hard flesh of his erection pressed against her cheek.
“Make me hard,” he said.
“You’re already…”
“I said suck it.”
Obediently, Olivia opened her mouth and took the head inside. She ran her tongue over it trying to arouse the already rock-solid cock even further. She grabbed the shaft in her hand and stroked as she sucked and licked the head. She needed her now wet and ready pussy to be filled. She wanted to be fucked and filled with cum. Also, she wanted to get to class.
He kept his hand in her head and he pressed to forward, driving his shaft deeper into her mouth. She moved her hand from his cock and rested them in his thighs steadying herself. He pressed harder and his cock drive in deeper, comfortably so. She gagged then recovered. At the sound of her gagging, he pressed hard ramming himself right to the base. Olivia struggled for air, her hands pressing against his thighs.
He released her and she heaved a deep breath as spit drooled from her mouth into her tee shirt. She glanced up. He looked down as he facefucked her, his face a mask of concentration. Desire exploded in her pussy as she pleasured his cock. His eyes met with hers and his face shifted into a smirk then he claimed his eyes in pleasure. She had him, she leaned forward and took his shaft to the hilt. She so wanted to be filled.
His hands bunched in her hair pulling it tight and hard until it hurt. She kept the focus on his cock in her mouth as he shoved it in and out. Her hands bunched into fists as she struggled to accommodate his massive cock inside her mouth. His eyes opened, narrowed then closed as he rocked his head back. Grabbing her head right, the cock inside her mouth started to twitch. She struggled but he held her tight.
Then a shot of hot seed filled her mouth. Quick he withdrew and a second jetted into her lips. The third ran a line up her face then he pressed the head of his cock against her chin as he unloaded the remainder of his seed onto her chin. Her face dripped with cum and it dribbled down into her tee shirt.
His needs met, he pushed her head back so she fell to the ground and he walked off, zipping up his pants.
He pussy aroused but unsatisfied, her face a glazed mess of cum, her jeans with mud spots on the knees, she picked herself up and hurried off to class, cleaning herself as she did so.
By now, She was late !
Olivia attempted to slide into the classroom unnoticed but the large, heavy door betrayed her, squeaking as it opened and closing with a boom. She sidled up to a desk at the back of the class, away from the other students. Although she’d managed to wipe most of the cum off her face, the smell remained. The chair grated against the floor as she pulled it out to sit down.
All faces in the silent room were turned towards her.
She looked to the front of the class to find professor’s narrowed eyes transfixed hers. Middle aged and lean, with a no-nonsense demeanour, the professor was the terror of his students.
“There’s a desk up the front,” he said.
Olivia paused, then, with another loud scrape from the chair, slid out of the desk at the back and trudged, like the condemned, to the desk at the front, directly in the middle of the other students. She sat down.
The other students near her murmured about the smell of stale spunk.
“You’re late,” the professor said, his nose wrinkling slightly.
“Yes, sir,” she replied.
“Reason?”
Olivia blushed. “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”
“Reason?” He leaned forward and placed his hands flat on the desk, waiting for an answer.
Olivia shifted in her seat. “I … I ran into someone on the way over, Sir.”
“What’s so important that it made you late?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t…”
“Reason,” he said interrupting her. " Be specific. Lateness is a serious matter."
Olivia glanced at the boy next to her then blushed heavily. He was also on the football team and wondered what stories would be shared later. Whatever they were, he’d also hear them now. She focused back on the professor. “I was, this guy asked, we…”
“Reason, please.”.
“I was having sex, Sir.”
Many in class gasped, some were silent. A few giggled. Female voices.
“On the way over?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“To class.”
“Yes, Sir,” Olivia mumbled.
The silence filled the room but only for a moment.
“Go on,” he said.
“Excuse me?” Olivia asked.
“We were discussing why you were late, Olivia. So far we have what happened but not why.”
“I don’t understand,” she said. “I told you I … " she paused, “… er … had sex. Sir.”
“Why did you have sex? Olivia. What possible reason could have made sex more important than class.”
“He asked and he …” She stuttered. “I’m a … And I have to …”
“Olivia, you’re late, you disrupted the class. Time is moving on. Get to the point.”
“I’m a breeder,” she said. “if someone has a blue card I have to have sex with them.” She breathed out. “If they ask,” she added quickly.
“So, you had sex?”
“Yes, sir.”
“On the way over?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where? What is there between the dorm room and here.”
“On the campus field. Sir.”
The professor gave a tiny smirk. “So, let me get this straight. You encountered a boy, on the campus field and he asked you to have sex with him and you obliged and now it’s possible that you could be carrying his child?” He paused. “Is that correct.”
Olivia paused wondering whether to lie. Just to get it over with. She didn’t risk it. “That’s correct, Sir. Except for the last bit.”
“Explain.”
“He didn’t … er … impregnate me.” She looked down. “Sir,” she added quickly.
“Explain.”
“Sir?”
“I’m confused. You had sex, but he didn’t impregnate you? Explain how that works.”
“Um, Sir, do I have to…”
“Yes. You do. Lateness is a serious matter. Explain.”
Olivia blushed scarlet. “I sucked his cock.”
The professor waited.
“And he came in my mouth … Sir.”
“So, you’re a breeder and requires to have sex on demand but you sucked him off instead of trying to get impregnated?”
“I have to follow instructions,” she mumbled.
“Even if that means you don’t get impregnated?”
“Yes, sir.” She wanted to sink into the floor.
“So, you are late because you are a breeder, and when a blue card holder asks you for sex, then you have to immediately follow their instructions and have sex with them on their terms? And this is why you are late?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you expect me to accept that?”
“Yes, sir.” Olivia crossed her fingers.
“That it can happen any time, and that it’s a legitimate excuse,” he said, adding, “because you have no choice.”
“Yes, Sir. That’s correct.”
“Interesting, Olivia. Very interesting.” He stroked his chin. “So that we are very, very clear, you can be approached anytime and anyplace by a blue card holder to have sex on their terms and this is a valid excuse for lateness and disrupting my class.”
“Yes, Sir.” Hope flooded Olivia’s voice.
“And there’s nothing I can do about it?”
“I think so, Sir,” she said tentatively.
He paused and his eyes narrowed. Then he smirked and said, “I guess that’s that. Your lateness is forgiven. It’s your responsibility to manage the impact this has on your class time and you’ll need to keep up.”
Olivia released an explosive sigh of relief.
The professor turned to the whiteboard and resumed the lesson. “As I was saying, today’s class is particularly important because…”
A blue card slid onto Olivia’s desk.
The hand sliding the card was attached to the boy next to her. He held up his notebook. He’s taken a blank page and written two words on it.
GET NAKED
“Here,” she mouthed pointing at the desk.
The professor paused. Just briefly.
The footballer put down the book and write on the page. When he held it up again, it read.
GET NAKED NOW !!!
She whispered, “there’s a lecture on.”
At the sound of the whisper, the professor again paused for a moment, then carried on.
The boy put down the book and wrote on it a second time. When he held it up the words were.
FUCKING
GET NAKED NOW
BITCH
OR ELSE !!!
“You can’t be serious,” she whispered.
The professor stopped, slammed his whiteboard marker on the desk and said, “what is going on, Olivia?”
“Sir, it’s just … now isn’t … it’s not the right …” she stammered.
“Out with it Olivia.”
“He’s asked me to strip naked,” she said. “In class.”
The professor looked down his nose at her as if seeing her for the first time? “And…?” he asked.
“Won’t that be disruptive?” she said.
“Does he have a blue card?”
“Yes. But, but he doesn’t even come to this class normally.”
“Does he have a blue card?” the professor asked.
“Yes.”
“Olivia, haven’t we been over this? The agreement is you can be approached anytime and anyplace by a blue card holder to have sex on their terms and I accept this as a valid excuse for lateness and disrupting my class.” he said.
“Sir, bit during your class?” Olivia squeaked.
One of the girls in the class giggled.
The professor shot a stare in the giggling girl’s direction and the giggling stopped. He turned his attention back to Olivia. “There’s nothing I can do about it,” he said. “Remember?”
“But, Sir.”
“What is he asking you to do.”
“He’s asking me to get naked, Sir.” Olivia swallowed.
“Well, get naked,” he replied.
“Here?”
“Don’t ask me, he’s the one showing you the blue card. What does he say?”
Olivia glanced back that the boy next to her. He held out new hastily written instructions.
GET NAKED
RIGHT HERE
RIGHT NOW
I WANT TO FUCK
Olivia read out the words.
“There’s nothing I can do about it. Remember? It’s your job to keep up with the class.” The professor turned back to teaching. Olivia stood.
The boy dropped the book, reached over and grabbed Olivia blouse. With a quick heave he tore it open, buttons clattering all over the floor. He the yanked down on her bra, exposing her tits. He then picked up the boom and showed it to Olivia again.
Through all this, the professor droned on.
Olivia stood, her heart hammering. She peeled off the ruined blouse and put it on the desk. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra and it fell away from her body. She places this on the blouse. Topless in front of the class, she reached down and undid her jeans. There was a single woof whistle as she peeled them down, exposing her panties.
The professor stared sharply into the crowd and clicked his fingers then pointed. “You. Out. No disrupting the class.”
With the scrape of a chair, a bit stood and left.
The professor went back to teaching. Olivia stood there topless, jeans pushed down mid-thigh. Olivia clumsily kicked off her shoes then peeled her jeans down, pulling them off one foot then kicking them off the other. Olivia stood in her panties in front of the whole class as the professor carried on teaching. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the panties then slid them down exposing her ass and pussy to the class as she did so. She stood, naked, facing the boy, her heart racing, her face burning and her pussy pulsing, all at the same time.
He tapped her ankles with his feet and she spread her legs. Leaning forward he probed her pussy with his fingers, running a finger up her slit. It came away slick with her juices and he grinned holding it up for the class to see. Then, roughly, he jammed two fingers inside her and started pumping. She grunted and bit her lip trying not to cry out. Her breathing quickened as he finger-fucked her.
After a minute, she acclimatized to the probing and began to catch snippets of the lecture. She wasn’t paying attention so was caught unaware when he reached up, grabbed her hair and pulled her head down into his crotch. She collapsed into her knees in front of him as he held her fast with one hand and unzipped himself with the other.
His cock sprang free and he pushed it against Olivia’s lips. She relented letting it inside her mouth. Then, using her hair as leverage, he pumped her head back and forth. On her knees and out of sight, she was grateful that she was hidden from the view of the class but in this position, and with the cock slamming into her throat, she had no way to catch even snippets of what was going on in the lecture. Knowing that being filled with cum, in whichever hole, was the only way this would end, she pressed her tongue against his cock as he facefucked her.
Focusing her efforts on his pleasure, he responded with rougher and rougher pressed on her head, pushing until she gagged and released a loud choking gurgle that became more and more rhythmic as he forced his cock down her throat. Scarcely able to breath, when he released her she heaved for breath shamelessly.
After a second’s silence, the monotonous monologue of the professor started up again. The man, pulled Olivia’s head away from his crotch. Standing up, he pulled her hair and guided her to bend over the desk, unfortunately, facing away from the whiteboard and the professor and instead, staring straight into the faces of the class.
Some stared back with a mixture of horror for some of the women, and distain for some of the men. Many in the class stole glances, watching the professor and snatching a look at the action. A few dedicated students didn’t look at her at all and instead watched the professor with various shades of annoyance showing on their faces.
The head of the footballer’s cock pressed against her pussy then slid easily between her slick lips. She groaned, horrified at the smirk on some of her classmates faces at the involuntary sound. The pressure inside her grew as he thrust forward, his hips hitting her ass at the same time as the head of his cock hit her cervix. Then he thrust, a squeak coming out of Olivia’s mouth at each thrust as he pummelled her cervix.
Humiliated by her lack of control, she bowed her head, staring down at the desk away from the audience. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and hauled back forcing her to face the class again. For the next few minutes, she was fucked hard in front of the class from behind, her head pulled back by her hair like some sort of obscene horse, while she grunted and squeaked like an out of control animal. Despite herself, the pressure built within her, emanating out from her core. She bit her lip, she closed her eyes, she bunched her fists as she fought the rising tide of pleasure. The situation, rather than co her off, only served to inflame the rising feelings within her.
Then it broke and she came, hard, crashing waves of pleasure emanating out from the relentless fucked pussy, through her core and out through her body. She clamped her mouth shut but it turned the groans into a high-pitched whimper as her body, betraying her shuddered. All her hips rocked back, pushing back, wanting more. Her whole body in movement.
Then, when she opened her eyes, it was into the faces of her classmates staring back at her. The body still rocked forward as the jock behind her continued to pound away. Then, as she looked out into the sea of faces, his pounding became more rhythmic, his breathing ragged and this cock twitched deep inside her. Then after a couple of extra vigorous thrusts that nearly pushed her over the desk, he pulled back hard on her hair and held his thrust forward as he unleashed his seed deep inside her. He held it until his balls had ungorged onto her tender fucked cunt, then he withdrew.
The sound of a zipper came from behind her, followed by the slap of books being packed up. Next thing she saw a shape as he walked by her and out of the classroom. She stayed in position, cum slipping out of her cunt and sliding down her thigh. He left, pushing open the door. It booked when it slammed shut leaving the room in silence.
The delicate sound of a single drop of cum hitting the floor broke the silence.
“If you’ve quite finished, Olivia, I’d like to get on with the rest of the class now.”
THE END
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New Story 18
The Trap
It was supposed to be the trip of a lifetime.
Christine had always dreamed of traveling abroad for most of her 26 years. A young professional from the bustling international city of L.A., she’d heard from her friends how fun it was to travel around the world, especially to exotic locales such as Hong Kong and Singapore. Her marketing agency had recently shutdown for the holidays, so it was a perfect time to take her first trip outside the US.
As an Asian-American girl with parents who were originally from Hong Kong, Christine always grown up with a great love for Asian food and culture, so being able to travel abroad for the first time with her boyfriend Ryan was always going to be an overseas adventure worth a lifetime. Ryan himself had been a bit hesitant traveling that far, being a typical white boy from Ohio, but she’d sold him on the idea of a cheap romp through Phuket, Singapore, and Kuala Lumpur.
The first leg of the trip had went excellently, with the two of them exploring the more traditional sights and sounds of Phuket. However, the city girl in Christine longed to be back in a big city, which Singapore fit perfectly. In fact, on a recommendation from one of her marketing colleagues who had visited Singapore the year before, she and Ryan decided to explore Sound Bazaar, one of the newest nightclubs in the city-state.
Knowing that it was one of those places to see and be seen at, Christine decided to dress up for the occasion. She’d always been very disciplined about staying fit, her slender frame and shorter height allowing her to pull off a sexy little black dress with a back cut low enough to reveal just a little of the lacy black bra she’d worn underneath it. The frontal V neckline was deep enough to allow some flashing of her B-cup cleavage, while the bottom of her dress ended just below her upper thighs, leaving her toned, skinny legs exposed to the world. It was an outfit that had caught a lot of unwanted male attention in the past, but Christine figured that with Ryan in tow, she’d be safe. A small black clutch, gold earrings, and a pair of pink stiletto heels completed the look perfectly.
The club itself turned out to be a lot more than she had imagined it to be. The Saturday night crowd had turned out in force, with muscular hunks and slender babes grinding on a packed dance floor. In fact, Christine was glad that she’d gone with her sexy outfit as she didn’t want to stand out like a tourist (which she was) amongst the locals. In fact, the expensive $100 shoulder-length haircut and balayage brown highlights she’d gotten right before the trip were paying off. Ryan stood out a little more by virtue of his skin tone, but the cosmopolitan nature of the crowd allowed him to blend in too.
After a thumping, energetic session on the floor to the sounds of Pitbull remixed expertly by the local DJ Rekkord, Christine decided that it was time to take a break from the action and headed towards the bar to get a drink. By the time she’d squeezed her way near to the front of the bar, she realized that the bartender was busy pouring out a round of shots for a large group and was ignoring the rest of the patrons who were starting to sound a little disgruntled. Annoyed, she was about to complain to Ryan when she felt her felt someone tap her on the shoulder.
“Hey pretty girl, you want a drink?” said the voice in strongly accented Singlish. She turned around to face a Chinese male model lookalike who was grasping a bottle of Belvedere vodka in his right hand.
“Ya, you.. you want some of this?” he proferred, waving the bottle at her. “I bought it already.. my treat”
Blushing at the attention, Christine shook her head and grabbed Ryan by the wrist to pull him over to her. “Thanks so much for the offer, but unfortunately, I already have a boyfriend.”
The Chinese guy must have picked up on her American accent, for he changed his tone. “Wah, so you guys are tourists here? From the US? Come come, now I really want to get you guys some drinks for coming all the way here. My name is Ah Seng - you can call me Seng, and these are my buddies Poh and Kumar,” he said, gesturing to a scrawny guy wearing glasses and a tall, muscular Indian guy standing next to him.
At this point, Christine was absolutely thirsty and was dying to get a drink to quench her thirst, busy bartender be damned.
“I’m Christine and this is my boyfriend Ryan,” she replied as she introduced herself to her new compatriots. “We flew all the way from LA to come visit Asia!”
“Wah, damn far man,” commented Poh as he squinted at her in the dark. “Come, enjoy this place like us locals!”
The group migrated to a small table where the bottle of Belvedere was poured out into shot glasses.
“To my new American friends, CHEERS!!” was Seng’s toast as he raised his glass to the ceiling. With that, Christine poured the contents of the shotglass down her throat in one gulp, feeling the alcohol burn as it went down.
She smiled at the idea of making new friends, especially locals who could show them around town. In fact, she was so happy that she was… feeling sleepy? Her head suddenly felt like it weighed a ton and she was struggling to keep her eyelids open. She looked around groggily at Ryan, who looked like he was in a similar stupor. Before she could comprehend fully what had happened, the fatigue took over and she lolled off into the darkness…. ……
