Slipping Into Depravity Ch 06

KAYLEY

"You want to go get a drink," Leroy asked. "Give me an hour or two, and I'll have enough gas in the tank for another run."

What had I been even thinking in the first place, with this guy? His semen was running down my leg. Absently, I wiped it with the hem of my dress. Yeah, that would leave a stain, but so what.

We walked out of the bathroom, into the bar. Maybe it was my imagination, but it felt like the ripple of bar babble quieted briefly for us, and that at least a few eyes checked out my new, just fucked really hard, look.

There was no sign of Sam. Good. We sat at an empty table, maybe the one Sam had vacated.

My stomach hurt a little bit, but I felt surprisingly good. Energetic even. The temporary exhaustion of shattering orgasms had dissipated. I felt invigorated, almost frisky.

"You know," I said. "I almost feel like I could go back for another round."

He grinned that sleazy knowing grin, his gaze sliding across my body like I'd oiled up for him. My nipples hardened. There was a wet spot on the seat, probably from his come leaking out of me. He might be a loser, but he had a sexy thing going on.

"You know," Leroy said, "I'm down for at least an hour. But I could probably arrange a few trips to the men's room for you."

"Really?" I asked.

The idea sent butterflies racing through my stomach. The notion was disgusting. I glanced around the bar, to see who, if anyone, was watching us. What the men were. I imagined walking into the men's room over and over again, each time with a different man, taking off my dress and being nude, or being fucked in it, being looked at, touched, bent over the toilet, or sitting on the sink, or up against the wall or the urinals, taken from behind, kneeling. I could feel my soaked pussy clenching, my heart rate picking up. My mouth was a little dry.

"Who?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.

Again, that sleazy grin. He shrugged elaborately and leaned forward, his eye seemed to fix on someone over my shoulder.

"No!" I said suddenly. I wanted to turn and see who he was looking at, who he might pick to fuck me. At the same time, I didn't want to see. I wanted and didn't want. "I have an Uber coming."

"You can cancel it," he said easily.

"Yeah," I said. "But no. I don't think I will."

He shrugged.

"Just a thought."

I was shocked that I had thought of it, even if only for a moment. I decided not to mention this thought to Sam.

My text message beeped.

Sam.

I picked up the phone.

"Delay."

"What?" I texted back.

The three dots of text typing flickered in and out. To hell with this, I thought.

"Excuse me," I said to Leroy, as I stood up and moved away from the table. I needed to find a quieter place in the bar. "I need to make a call."

Easier said than done. I retreated to the hall for the washrooms, and then behind the women's washroom door. I'd been here before. Maybe I should have done it here, it was cleaner, than the men's room, there was a small bench, and the vanity for the sink looked solid. But that was a passing thought. I dialed into Sam.

"Hey hon," I said. "What's wrong."

"You know that low tire, we keep having to pump air into?"

His voice sounded odd. Maybe frustrated.

"Yeah."

"It's flat. I've called auto-service, but it's going to be at least an hour's wait for them to come and fix it."

"Oh shit," I said. Fuck, I thought, I really needed to get out of here. "Well, you're just outside. I'll come and wait with you."

"No good," he said. "When I saw how low it was, coming back out, I figured I needed to get to a gas station and pump some more air in. But by the time I got here, it was completely flat. I've been trying to pump air in, but it just hisses out. I'm stuck out here."

"How far?" I asked.

"I don't know, two or three miles."

Too far to walk, even if I knew where it was. And definitely, it was the kind of rough neighborhood I didn't want to walk at night. Especially not looking as trashed as I was. Walking the street, I wouldn't just look like a hooker. I'd look like a low cost hooker.

"I don't think you should walk it," he said. "I'll be okay. I just need to look after the car."

"Okay," I said.

"You can wait for me," he said. "Of course, by that time your new boyfriend should be ready for round two. Or you can take an uber."

There was an edge in the way he said 'new boyfriend' and 'round two.' Had listening in gotten too real? Was it that I'd actually came this time. Or the ugly things Leroy had forced me to say about him. I winced at the memory.

"Sam," I said, "it was just sex talk, okay. It didn't mean anything."

A pause.

"Yeah," he said, forcing cheer into his voice. "I know. He's just hung, that's all. And stuff."

What did that mean?

"I'll take an uber," I said.

"Sounds good," he said. "Meet you back at the apartment... Sooner or later."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

I pulled up the Uber app, and tried to initialize. It came back no cars available in the area. What the hell? I tried again. Same thing. And tried again. Each time, the message was no cars available, please try later.

I texted Sam again.

"Can you try your App? I can't get a car on mine. Something's wrong with it."

"Hold on."

While I waited, I tried the App again. Nothing.

"It's not working," he reported back. "No cars available. Not even a time estimate, just no cars. And a 'try in a little bit.'"

"I get the same thing," I texted.

A pause.

"I guess wait fifteen minutes and try again. That's all. Or wait until I'm fixed, and can come for you."

"I'll wait and try again. If I get through I'll let you know." I texted.

"Okay."

I sent a heart emoji.

Fuck! Okay, I was stuck out here for at least twenty minutes, looking like a trashed out hooker, in a bar where apparently I had probably become well known as the men's room slut, and half of them probably knew I'd just gotten railed hard. Totally awkward.

I went to the mirror and ran some water, appraising myself more critically. The big wet spot on my dress was drying, and a small safety pin from the bottom of my purse took care of the worst tear in my dress, ensuring my breast wouldn't fall out. The sexy slit up the side of my dress had extended to a tear going up past my hip, it changed the way the dress clung to me, and definitely made very clear that I wasn't wearing underwear, or even a garter belt - but it was tolerable, and I'd only found the one safety pin.

I wiped around my eyes and reapplied a very light mascara, fixed my eyeliner, redid my lipstick, and brushed my hair. Appraising the result in the mirror, it was far from perfect, but it was serviceable. I checked my phone. Only five minutes? Fuck. Tried the App. No luck.

So, I could hide in here, until the App was working or Sam made it. Or I could go out there and maybe have a drink while I waited, and Leroy tried to talk me into getting shared with some of his friends.

I felt a sudden lightening sensation in the pit of my stomach, not butterflies, but something, at the thought. Almost concurrently, I felt a tingle in my clit. My hand slid down through the tear/slit in my dress, to stroke my pussy. My vagina was now a lot more open access than I technically liked.

The insides of my thighs were soaked, my lips wet and puffy, although I wasn't sure if that was current arousal or the after effects. I'd wiped myself down there, but he'd seriously pumped a lot of semen, and even if I'd wiped most of it, some was still oozing in me.

I thought about the way Leroy'd looked past me at someone when he made his suggestion. Maybe I should have looked to see.

Down girl! I thought. Go out there, get a drink, wait it out. No getting shared. Big tingle at the thought. No round two. Little tingle. Just chill and wait it out. No tingles allowed.

I took a breath and went out. There was a man standing in the hallway, South Asian, or East Indian, I wasn't sure the appropriate term. Pakistani? Hindu? Bangladeshi? Somewhere around there. He looked harmless enough. He looked at me, I looked at him, and we nodded as we walked past.

Leroy waved, as I sat down with him.

"Problem?"

"My uber is delayed," I said. "At least an hour. And I can't raise another one."

He shrugged.

"I'm surprised you got one at all, actually," he told me. "This area's a no-go zone after nine. A driver got jumped around here a few weeks ago."

I checked my phone. Nine twenty. I did a mental calculation backwards. Fuck me, I'd missed by minutes.

"So," he smiled, "you give any thought to..."

"Yes," I said, "and no, I'm not interested. I just want to sit here and wait. And maybe have a drink."

"Well," he said, "too bad. But I can take care of the drink for you. Cabernet, coming right up."

He headed over to the bar to place the order. I watched him walk away. Nice ass, not as good as Sam's, but nice. Muscular but not excessive. He moved with a smooth grace that let you know he'd be good at fucking, which I already knew.

I hoped that no one would try to join me now that he'd left the table. I glanced around in the direction he'd been looking, but no one met my eye and I couldn't spot his candidate, or candidates, to fuck me. It was just bar people, different ages, different looks, that was all. None of them really stood out or appealed to me.

Leroy returned with a wine glass and a fourteen ounce snifter, and poured. I took the glass and drank half of it in two swallows. As the wine hit my stomach and a warm glow started to spread, I relaxed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"Were you really a sommelier?" I asked, just to have something to say. I didn't believe it for a second, but saying something was better than nothing.

"Yep," he replied. "For a while. I was a sous chef, an assistant before that, but I switched. I've been around restaurants here and there."

Bullshit, I thought, as I smiled at him. "A sous chef," I said. "That sounds interesting."

"An assistant," he corrected.

I couldn't imagine that.

"I find that hard to imagine," I said. Shit, I'd said the thought out loud. Watch the wine, Kayley. "I hope that I didn't offend."

He laughed.

"No," he said. "In the end, it wasn't for me."

"What do you do now?"

He shrugged, evading the question. "I've been around," he said. "I've done a bunch of things. I was a cowboy. Traveled a bit. Musician...."

I didn't believe any of it, but it gave us something to talk about.

"Anyway," I asked suddenly, "who was it that you were thinking of lining me up with?"

I was well into my second glass of wine, and feeling comfortable. I'd never stopped feeling curious. There just didn't seem any harm in asking. I took out my phone, unconsciously, and checked the app. Nothing. Fuck. And nothing from Sam, still waiting, I guess. I thought about texting him some heart emojis, just to let him know I was thinking about him.

"Jake," Leroy said.

I looked up. "Who is Jake?"

"That big guy over there," Leroy told me. He pointed. I looked, not being particularly careful. There were a few guys clustered around tables in those directions.

"Which one is he?" I asked.

"The big guy," Leroy repeated. He waved. "Flannel jacket."

"Oh," I said, "I see him now."

Jake noticed the wave, and looked right at us. He was tall, a little heavy, but not bulky, with a shock of curly brown hair, cut close to the sides. He had one of those bodies that looked like they grew too fast when they were young, and filled in, but never quite got past the ungainly awkwardness. He waved back.

Then he got up and started heading our way. Fuck. He was carrying his beer. Double fuck. That meant he intended to sit down with us. My heart started to race. My mouth was going dry, so I sipped the wine, and clutched the slit in my dress where it had become a tear, to maintain at least a little modesty.

"Hey Jake," Leroy said, "join us. This is Kayley. Kayley, Jake."

Jake was huge, at least six four. Older, I made him to be in his forties or fifties. There was a wedding band. Probably had kids. He seemed stable. I wondered how he knew Leroy. He reached for my hand. I wasn't letting go my dress, so I put down the wine glass and offered the wrong hand. He shook it gravely.

"I've seen you around," he said. "A few times."

"Thanks," I said, like an idiot, and followed it up with, "Okay." I was blushing madly, and between my legs a traitorous excitement. He'd seen me around here a few times? Well, given that I'd only been here three times, and each time had ended with me going to the men's room with a man I'd just met, I could only imagine what was going through his mind.

"Jake's a diesel mechanic," Leroy told me. Jake nodded affirmatively. "Kayley was telling me how much she wanted to meet you."

Wait, what, now? What the fuck? That was such a bold faced lie. I didn't even know who he was until Leroy waved at him. Now he was sitting here. I had no idea what to do, so I smiled and nodded.

"That's good. I've been wanting to say hello," Jake said. He looked at me. "Get to know you a bit."

"Oh," I said, blushing, smiling. "That's nice."

Awkwardly, I pressed my legs together, and then, self consciously, relaxed. Leroy put his hand on my knee, casually pushing so I parted a little. Jake's eyes drifted down.

"You know," Leroy said, "you guys have so much in common. It makes me happy to put you together."

"How old is she," Jake asked Leroy.

"I'm twenty-four," I replied.

"Kayley's very friendly," Leroy assured him. "Very easy to get along with."

Jake glanced at me and nodded. "That's not too young. Okay."

Jake took out his wallet, peeled out some bills.

"For what I owe you," he told Leroy, handing the money over. "For that thing, from a while back."

"Thanks," said Leroy, pocketing it.

Wait a second, I thought. What thing? Was there a thing a while back? Money had changed hands right in front of me. What for? Leroy's hand pushed my dress up my thigh, to the tops of my stocking. He reached down, grabbing the hand I was holding the slit together with. As he took my hand in his, the fabric hung loose, the gap showing my hip from the top of my stocking to just short of my ribs, the absence of panty prominent.

"Kayley's a fine girl," he told Jake. "Very friendly. You're going to like her. And she's clean too. You won't need a condom."

What the fuck? How was this happening? I reached for my wine glass, leaning forward, conscious of their eyes on me. The slit in my dress gaped wider, exposing more of me, but I didn't care. I swallowed the rest of the drink.

Leroy pulled me closer, I looked at him. He kissed me, his lips pressing mine apart, his tongue slipping lightly to tease. He stared into my eyes.

"Kayley," he said. "I want you to go to the Men's room with Jake, and help him out. Okay? You need to take care of him. Okay?"

I shivered. It felt, somehow, like 'no' wasn't an option. Technically, I could say the word, theoretically, I could refuse. But right there, in that moment, with Leroy's hands on me, his kiss fresh on my lips, Jake sitting there watching and expectant, having paid his money...

"Okay," I repeated, dully. Leroy sort of gave me a nudge, lifting my elbow, guiding me to a standing position, and turning me towards Jake.

"Off you guys go," he said. "Have fun."

What am I doing? I thought wildly, as I walked the short distance to the Men's room with Jake's looming presence beside me. Had I just been sold? I had. I had just been sold. My body felt weightless, disconnected from my mind, moving on its own. Where was my purse? Oh geez, I'd left it with Leroy. Fuck.

Jake held the door open for me, and then I was in the men's room again. I looked up at him. I had no idea what to do. Was I supposed to kiss him?

"So," I said, "you come here often?"

Oh fuck! Did I just say that? He was going to think I was defective.

Jake shrugged.

"It's a nice bar."

Showed what his standards were.

"Okay," I agreed.

"Can I touch you?"

"Sure?" I told him.

His hands reached for my breasts, as I backed against the toilet stall door, leaning against it. My dress was loose enough that he had my breasts out, playing with the nipples, as I looked down on them, watching his hands.

"Are they real?"

I didn't know whether to be flattered or insulted.

"Yes, they are."

"I like real breasts."

He lifted my skirt, exposing my pussy.

"Are you shaved?" He asked.

"Yes," I said. "Do you want to touch it?"

I guided his hand between my legs, I felt like he was going to go there anyway, but at least this way, I had some control, rather than him just pawing me. Would he feel the slickness between my lips and be repulsed by the thought of touching Leroy's come. Would he even know what it was?

"You're really wet," he whispered, as I guided his hand up and down gently over my pussy. His free hand fondled my breasts. I reached for his pants, stroking his erection through his trousers.

"Can I see you naked?"

"Okay," I replied. I pushed him away a little, and shimmied out of my dress.

"You're gorgeous," he told me. "Your body is amazing."

I couldn't help smiling. "Thank you."

"Can I take a picture?"

That surprised me. My impulse was to say no. But I was alone, naked with a six foot four behemoth and no idea what to do. I couldn't think of a good reason to refuse.

"Okay, sure," I said tentatively. He took out his smartphone and clicked.

"Smile for this one...."

"Okay, hands over your head, no not like that, like behind, hands in your hair, like you're lifting it, good."

"I want you to cup your breasts, no don't cover your nipples..."

"A good shot of your pussy, up close... spread your lips."

"Turn around, I want your back."

"Okay, stick your ass out..."

"Pull your cheeks apart so I can see your asshole." I balked at that one.

"That's enough," I said, turning around. "We should... let's just get down to..."

I had no idea what he wanted. Sex, yes, for sure. But what kind of sex did he want, what did he want from it. Maybe just ask him?

"What do you want to do?"

"A blow job," he said, "to start off. Then I'd like to fuck you."

I thought about that.

"What if you come from the blow job?"

He shrugged. "That will be okay. But I don't want you to try too hard to make me come from the blow job. I want to come in your pussy. You're clean right? Leroy said you were."

"I'm clean," I said. "How do you know Leroy."

"I know him from the bar," I see him there. "I buy grass from him now and then. I don't really know him though."

I wasn't surprised.

"All right," I said. "So the blow job, come in."

I opened the toilet stall door, and backed in, sitting on the toilet. He followed me in. I reached for his cock in his trousers, unzipping him while he undid his belt.

"Not like that," he said, pulling away, even as his cock sprung free. It was straight, and thick, uncircumcized and veiny. His pubic hair was thick, but nondescript. I looked up, confused, letting my hand drop away.

"What?" I was honestly puzzled.

"Not sitting on the toilet," he said. "That's a gross way to give a blow job. It's not hygienic."

"Oh."

"You should be on your knees. When women suck cocks, they should always be kneeling."

I was pretty sure that wasn't actually a rule. Like it wasn't written down anywhere. But he'd paid for me, which was a really fucked up thought, but there it was. And, I'm a petite naked chick, and he's a big fully clothed behemoth, who so far hadn't gone psycho, and I definitely didn't want him too.

"Right, I'll kneel," I replied, looking at the floor in front of the toilet. It was hard tiles, not fun to kneel on, and pretty gross. I wished I had a pad, or newspaper. But all I had was my dress, so I bundled it to kneel on. I looked up from my kneeling position, as he stepped forward.