The bar was named "Misery's".
The owner bought the bar a few years back after a nasty divorce. In his mind renaming the rundown club after his bout with depression kept him from literally losing it all. A message that even his therapist found profound. His therapist frequents this bar out of respect.
Tonight, Keith Foxx and his buddy Ellis Dupree were going to get drunk and decide their own bouts of depression.
"So what's the deal with you and Rita?" Ellis tilts an elbow on the bar to face Keith.
Keith Foxx shrugged, "She has her life, I have mine. No divorce looming. We have a love for each other still. Just not in love. Anymore."
Ellis shakes his head with a grimace, "Damn shame. You have a beautiful ole lady and she's never home. I gotta give you credit Buddy boy. You raise your kids well. Basically, single parent and all. Me? I can't even get a date. Never had kids. I got respect for you."
With a smirk Keith raises his beer mug toward Ellis.
"Try not to look so obvious when checking out my daughter's chest next time then."
Gritting his teeth Ellis hides his eyes, "Noticed that did ya?"
"Yup. She doesn't help matters though. Not totally your fault. She's growing up way too fast."
"Sorry Keith. I'm old and weak." Ellis swigs his beer.
"No harm done. You should see her friends." Keith recalls pictures.
The two men chuckle and order another round.
Six miles away, Britney had built her friend Grace into an unrecognizable beauty. Make up covering her usual features added to her lengthy pigtails kept her incognito.
Fueled by her desire to impress her friends, young Grace chose her own clothing. What there was of it.
She decked herself out in snug pair of white stretch shorts that concealed very little at the crotch, commando at that. Her red tank top barely contained her busty 34D's. Minus the bra her nipples were shameless and bullet sized. Her long legs bare until the sandals on her feet broke the sleekness.
Joining Britney in the living room of her home to show off her choices Brit admired her Mennonite rebel.
"Sweet Jesus! You're hotter than me."
Grace blushes gently spinning in step to show off.
"I'll never be as sexy as you are. But, thank you." Grace fidgets, "So where are we going?"
Brit wore all black this night. Wearing a snug tank top with bulging cleavage, complimented by a pair of black stretchy shorts that allowed her butt cheeks to escape, made Brit mean business.
"Just for a walk. Let's see who we run into. It's all about getting checked out."
Grace dances in step, giddy about the prospects.
"Can I show off?"
"To the right targets, absolutely. Let's just breath and feel the electricity. Too much too soon will get us into trouble."
Pouting Grace nods.
"Quit being pathetic. Do you think I was a slut the first time around? Well, yeah, I guess I was. Come on Stripper. Let's wiggle our asses all over town"
Grace skipped along like she was six years old.
The sun was setting and the night was warm.
Both girls walked toward the down town area. It was here that the teenagers cruised their cars, bikes, skateboards and sneakers. There was a stretch of six blocks that made up the zone. The local police allowed them to do illegal U-turns safely to make a continual circle in the street.
Brit and Grace reached the town square and found a congregation of teen boys from the Senior class. Some from in town, some from neighboring towns.
Casually walking toward them their attention suddenly locked on to the oncoming beauties. A round of whistles reached their attention quickly.
"We have admirers." Brit smirks at Grace.
"I feel so alive." Grace shivers.
A trio of out of towners pep up and walk toward them.
"Ladies! You look enchanting tonight." One boy in a black tank top covered by an unbuttoned plaid outer shirt flirted.
Brit smiles stopping in front of them, "Look it's Romeo. Where fore art thou."
He chuckles, "You are one HOT Julliet."
"Julliet's! There are two of us."
"My bad. That's some really long hair."
Grace wags one of her ponytails at him, "Whips and chains."
The trio all recite "WHOA!" in unison.
Brit puckers at her friend, "Reel it in Pippy."
Grace snorts, "Pippy Longstocking. I get it."
The boys wince at each other.
"So, what are you two up to tonight?"
"Taking a walk. Strutting our stuff." Brit grins.
"Awesome. You strut really good." Another chuckles.
"I'm Kyle. This is Boyd and Rick."
"Hi. We're Sexy and Gorgeous." Brit teases.
"That you are." Kyle eyes her chest.
Grace notices and pouts, "You can look at mine too."
"Easy Pippy." Brit giggles.
"We are." Rick admires her nipples stabbing through her tank.
Grace swivels in step and grabs her ass, "You can look at this too"
Fanning herself Brit pauses the guys with a finger, "Hold that thought."
She guides Grace by the arm a few steps away from them then exhales loudly.
"Calm yourself down. You're sounding like you want them to rape you in the street."
Grace pouts, "I can't help it. I need attention."
"You'll get that soon enough. Just chill okay?"
"Okay!"
"Stop looking pathetic."
Brit looks over her shoulder at the trio.
"Now that everyone knows our anatomy, let's begin again." She smiles sheepishly.
Kyle looks between Brit and his buddies then nods in agreement.
"We're from Castleton. Drove down here to see what's up. Tired of the same ole scene. So far this scene seems a whole lot more appealing."
Grace turns away and bends over to touch her toes. In the process all eyes glue to her cheeks revealing from her shorts. That and the deep recess of her tucked clothe between her butt crack.
Brit rolls her eyes and snaps her fingers to keep reality amid the hungered boys.
"While the winding roads around here do look worth driving, the curves get mighty dangerous. You should try keeping your eyes on the road. Accidents do happen."
Boyd chuckles and prefers eying Brit. He found her body remarkable. Her face and smile perfect. What revealed flesh he noted was flawless. Eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. Okay, within the local night lights.
She realizes Boyd is fascinated by her and bites her lower lip. Kyle and Rick however were ogling Grace far more intently. Suddenly, Brit felt jealous. She knew she could steal these boys away in seconds but at the same time she wanted Grace to discover herself. Perhaps, Grace wanted it a little too much.
Running palms beneath her tank Grace exposed her belly button to the trio. Not to mention how low the waist of her shorts were hugging her hips.
"My shorts make me feel pudgy." Grace pouts for response.
Rick grins, "Love the waist line. I think your body is perfection."
"Belly button is beautiful. You need a little bling hanging from it." Kyle adds.
Grace prowls her fingertips around her navel and dips nails beneath the band of her shorts amid her pubic region. By doing so her shorts creep up in the crotch. It was then that the boys discovered camel toe.
Brit was losing her battle with Grace. Frowning toward her she sighs heavily and takes a step back behind Grace before lifting her own black tank to expose her breasts to the three gents. Only then did their eyes overt from Grace. She just as quickly lowered her shirt and winked at them.
The boys remained in shock and couldn't form words. Brit took advantage of that to huddle up to Grace.
"Less skin more flirt." Brit advises.
Grace stomps her foot, "Nooo! I want both."
Taken by surprise Brit edges away from her and acts shunned, "Oooookay then."
Brit was feeling defeated by her friends exuberance. All she could do was follow along as best as she could.
Stepping away Brit decides to journey over to one of the local store fronts where a bench rested next to the doorway. The business was long closed down for the night. In doing so Boyd and Rick followed her and stood over her as she sat down.
Grace was left with Kyle who was getting braver by the second. He had made comments about Grace's skin looking smooth and soft. In her need she reached over and claimed his raised hand, guiding it to caress her belly. She immediately turned red and giggled as his touch tickled her flesh.
"Ohh yeah. That's really soft." His fingers tease below her belly button gently moving lower to the band of her shorts.
"I shaved earlier. It's even softer down here." Grace peels the front of her shorts out right before his eyes. His gaze averting to her fingertips he swallows timidly and takes the risk of running his own fingers below her waistband. In doing so he discovers the thinnest strip of pubic hair he had ever felt.
"Miss a spot?" He winks at her almost embarrassed.
"Did I?" She pouts and peels her band further out and downward until he could literally see the hair amid the upper compression of her pussy.
"That's really cute." He nearly stutters touching it.
As his finger tempts her she shivers and breaks out in a shrill giggle that makes him jump away. Grace drops her jaw at his abandonment and winces.
Before another word could be spoken Kyle turned his attention to Boyd and Rick. They were now sitting to each side of Britney. Boyd had his arm around her while Rick was rubbing her left leg.
Kyle chuckles and looks back at Grace, "Looks like my buddies are making good friends with your girl."
