I feel a familiar mouth around my cock as I blink the sleep out of my eyes. "urgh..." is the most I can say while the day is still being felt across the rest of my body. I yawn and stretch my arms and legs in turn, my cock hardening more in June's mouth. I feel her smile and she looks up from her most recent attempt to drain me of cum. God, she's beautiful. I'm lost in her wide eyes, her cherubic cheeks, full lips... With a start, I remember my side of the deal "That cock's not going to suck itself, bitch", I sneer. She dives on my cock with renewed enthusiasm, and my eyes roll back as her tongue lashes the head of my penis. I felt my balls tighten...
What the fuck did I do to end up here?
I'm a normal guy. The most exceptional thing about me is that I'm a bit taller than average, and with fewer friends. I'm 35 years old, 6 foot 2 inches tall, and heavier than doctors recommend. I've been in the same dead-end job for 15 years, in a water company where I'm a glorified receptionist, where everyone treats me like shit. My name's Mike. I think I'm a nice person. I used to do normal things, like going to the cinema, all the time. I still do normal things, most of the time.
My shift at the office finished at 2 am, so I guess I'm out on the street at about 2:30 in the morning. My office is just off a strip of nasty bars and nightclubs beloved by the city's youth. By 2:30, the streets are a mess of staggering drunken assholes. I'd walk the long way around to get to my apartment but I do love watching the hot young girls bopping about in their club wear.
I'm so tired.
I wander through the mess of bare flesh, slurred declarations of love/hate, and suspect meat snacks, to head home, fast. Ahead, I see four athletic-looking drunk guys in recently stained polo shirts sneering at someone I can't see. They look like every popular kid that bashed me at school, fixated on some unfortunate. I figure I don't need to avoid them. Anyway, I'm too tired to add the distance of crossing the street to my journey. I head towards them, watching the pavement in front of me.
As I get closer, I see a broken high-heel shoe by a concrete planter with a tree sticking out of it, near where the sneering idiots are focused. This starts to look nasty.
"C'mon ... Jim's the driver, he hasn't had a drink all night!" slurs the largest of the idiots, indicating another idiot, who's struggling to focus.
"No... I'm fine jush here..." comes a slurred woman's voice from next to the planter, now next to me. I look down to find the voice's owner.
She's a mess of bare skin, sequins, and ruined makeup. Her remaining shoe is a glittering strappy thing with a heel that looks about 6 inches long, or maybe it's her legs. Her legs go forever and seem to make up about 2/3 of her body. Wait, there are some arms in there too, they're just all tangled together.
I pause for a minute and survey the damage. She doesn't look badly hurt but she's moving slowly and awkwardly; her head slowly rolls on her neck until she's looking at me. She's stunning, in a tragically drunk kind of way.
She squints at me a bit. I can see she's clearly spent some time in a gym, with defined muscles across her whole body. She looks barely legal to get a drink.
"Hey you, fuck off! We saw her first!" yells the bigger idiot. I think he means me, I turn to face him. Given the hour, I've already got my resting bitch face on.
"So?"
"So fuck off before we smash you!" snarls the bigger idiot, he definitely means me. The other three idiots start to puff themselves up. They're in pretty good shape and close to half my age.
"I'm jush gonna go..." drawls the drunk girl, and she begins to unfold, and drag herself up and around the concrete planter. Muscles start rippling under her skin as she rises and she takes on the form of a slender, hard-bodied athlete. Not athletic - something more focused. She stumbles where her shoe used to be.
The bigger idiot lunges in and grabs her arm as if she were falling.
"LET GO OF MEEEEE!" she shrieks
"I've got you, it's OK..." coos the bigger idiot and starts to pull on her arm.
"Let go of her, now", I state. Nothing is resting in me, now.
The bigger idiot wheels on me in a moment, throwing a huge hook with the right hand he'd grabbed the girl with a moment earlier.
Some reflexes I trained in my youth fail to fire much and I duck into it, I think. Adrenaline spikes and time slows down.
I'm crouched low. He's still reaching high, momentum carrying him around like a top. I see my target, his liver, and I hit it hard.
Time speeds up.
I hit him in the body a few times and as he begins to slump, I grab his head in my right hand and launch it at the planter, the thump it makes doesn't sound great for him.
The bigger idiot is still on his feet, barely. The smaller idiots are fixed in place, staring.
I take a moment to breathe, it's been a while. Blood drips from his face. All I can see is an asshole that bullied me in high school. I grab his head again and smash him face-first into the concrete planter. I hear the crunch of his nose breaking and blood splashes all over his face, his shirt, the planter, and the ground; he drops to the ground where the girl had been slumped. His face is a bloody wreck and his polo has a lot of new stains.
"The smartest move you three could make is to take your friend to the hospital... NOW!"
The idiots aren't feeling puffy any longer and mutter something and slowly move over to the groaning bigger idiot.
The girl slips off her shoe and walks around to me, mostly steadily, on bare feet.
"We should go," she says, as she leads me away from the scene of the crime.
"That was a mess. I'm glad you were here, though. Thank you." she says once we're clear.
"Um, yeah. I... I don't do that sort of thing" I stammer. The adrenaline is coming off in a hurry.
My head hurts. I think that guy clipped my head with his punch.
"Can I call you a cab?", I offer.
"Don't worry about it. I only live a few minutes away, I'm on James Street"
"I'm heading that way too, I could walk with you, if you'd like"
"Thanks... I'm not usually like this" she says, quietly. Her speech is clearer and quieter, now.
"Not like this, how?", I ask.
"I don't go out partying... I don't get drunk and go to clubs dancing or get guys to fight over me... I just don't." she looks at the ground as she walks. I don't know if she's telling me or herself.
I sneak a look at her as we walk. She's wearing a sequinned black one-piece clubbing outfit. it's hotpants with two big straps that go around her neck like a halter top. It suits her and it shows off her hard body well. As I go back to staring at the pavement, I wonder what magic tape kept her boobs inside when she was slumped on the ground. She seems to have little tits; I wonder if that makes it easier or harder to conceal them under that top...
"This is me" she announces as we arrive at a massive apartment tower. The lobby is dark, dingy, and empty.
"Could you walk me up, please?" she gives me her puppy dog eyes, which probably works on her parents. Turns out, it works on me, too.
"Sure," I say, and follow her in.
We get to the fourth floor, down a grimy corridor, to her door.
She opens the door and walks straight in - then a lot of things happen very fast.
"HimumthisguysavedmefrobeinggangrapedandwalkedmehomeI'mgoingtobedgoodnightIloveyou" the girl says to her mother, vanishes through a doorway, and closes it behind her.
Mum pauses mid-way through sipping a beer on the couch to look at who's come in the door.
I realize mum is possibly the sexiest woman I've ever seen.
Momentum carries me through the door.
Heat from inside the apartment washes over me like a wave. It's tropical in here.
The door closes behind me.
In truth, the only thing I'm sure of, is that mum is smoking hot. I'm trapped in this apartment until I can politely leave. The rush of many senses competing for my attention stops me in my tracks.
"Hi, I'm June. I don't think Zoe mentioned your name. What was she talking about ... 'raped'? Did someone hurt her?" June asks in a tone that starts mild and ends up on the edge of threatening.
"Um ... I'm Mike... I think the only injury was to her shoes, maybe my head" I stammer. My senses are starting to form a queue. Damn, she's gorgeous - like a pin-up stepped off a poster and pulled on some little pajamas, sitting on the couch. Her pajamas are a loose crop top and some board shorts. She could have been wearing a potato sack and she would have looked amazing. June pulls herself off the couch and takes the two steps across the tiny apartment towards me.
All I can think of is not to stare at her tits. Under her thin top, her buoyant tits are moving around to their own rhythm as she walks, and her nipples look like they're trying to find a weak point in the thin fabric.
"I know it's late but could you tell me what happened tonight? Zoe has a huge day tomorrow and she'll already be asleep."
"I can offer you a beer..." she adds hopefully, her eyes as big as dinner plates.
"OK, sure, I guess"
June fetches me a beer out of the back of the fridge and I watch her ass press into the flimsy shorts as she reaches in. She is divine! June looks a few years younger than me but her ass is pert, tight but round and smooth ... I can feel my cock hardening in my pants.
She beckons me over to the couch and curls up in one corner with her beer and pats on the couch next to her. There's space for my generous frame, barely.
Opposite, a muted TV is playing "Star Wars".
I give her a blow-by-blow description of everything that happened, even not-totally-necessary bashing of the idiot's face into the planter.
June pauses and sips her beer again, closing her eyes. I wonder what her boyfriend looks like, I wonder what he might say about me sitting here... I wonder what her tits look like under her top. Her eyes flick open, at last.
"Oh! I love this scene" June pipes up, and un-mutes the TV. 'Luke' is flying about in space. I like this scene and watch it for a moment.
