1
The 6:15 p.m flight from Dubai had just landed at Heathrow Airport. A pretty young woman walked through checkout and proceeded to find her path to a cab stand where she could make her way back to the center of the city.
Kate, 24, was about 5 feet 8, and had short black hair and angelic features, combined with a rather serious, down-to-earth expression. She had c-cup breasts, a tight waist, wide hips, and a general air of confidence and command about her. The British-born young senior executive worked as a marketing expert and had just returned from a business trip abroad. For traveling on the plane, she wore her everyday clothes: tight jeans, a tank top, a leather jacket, and dark glasses. In the fast-moving world, she was just your modern, strong-minded, commando-going, alpha female who worked hard, played hard, and was about to enjoy a night out on the town. The following day, she had to sort out a few things at her company's London headquarters before jumping on another plane to return to New York, where she was based.
Very successful in her high-powered work, Kate was more widely the kind of girl who devoured life to its fullest in absolutely every way possible with no shortage of interests and hobbies. Not to mention the seemingly unlimited energy and thrive she put into everything she took upon. At the same time, it seemed like none of her occupations really defined who she actually was. You could easily consider her an all-rounder, who, beyond her brains and poker skills, had a pronounced taste for extreme stuff such as skydiving and rock climbing, as well as a command over combat sports (she was a Taekwondo black belt) that come in handy when you're a solo female traveler. She knew her way around the world for sure, and her appetite for adventure and strong emotions had always been huge.
As proof of this, in her hunt for somewhere to spend the evening, the rather temerarious girl, made her usual choice to give the fashionable, more tourist-oriented places a miss, and decided to head towards the suburbs to find somewhere with a little more charm and atmosphere. As a rule, Kate never booked a hotel before a stopover in a city in the hope she could hook up with interesting people to spend the evening with. If it didn't work out, she could always call a cab, but with her social grace and her open mind, she usually managed to meet someone who could put her up for the night. That was just how she was: by no means a parasite, just a girl interested in adventure, bonding with new people from different backgrounds, and having new experiences. What was wrong with that? Of course, the favor would be returned if they ever happened to travel to New York.
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2
A mix of chance and instinct took the beauty-queen globetrotter to a poor but rather trendy neighborhood, south of the city, in which she chose a pub with a well-rooted feel of the area it belonged in. Once inside, she quite naturally started socializing with a couple of locals, who were soon attempting to chat her up. Rick and Tom were slightly older than her, pretty typical construction-type workmen who she soon found out had never really left the area. With her rather tomboyish side, Kate quickly found herself engaging in an animated conversation about football and video games with them. The two men were pretty fast in realizing she was out of their league, but Kate's open and friendly nature combined with a few pints helped them to feel comfortable, and they were soon hitting on her quite heavily with, of course, no shortage of sexual innuendo. It was all so typical and predictable in a sense. Still, she was feeling in good shape tonight and was just beginning to warm up.
Kate mostly tended to remain good-natured about the random men who flirted with her, even if their heavy-handed insistence could sometimes get boring and test her patience. Having quite a few regular and reliable fuckbuddies in her life, she had no need to pick up men in a remote English pub. She was quite active in the group sex scene back in New York, and anal only. This could sound a bit freakish to some, but in truth, she really made no big deal about it all, and was more of an adventure-driven person than a sex-driven one.
But when she realized the men were actually
competing for her
, she experienced a little culture shock for a few seconds. In a sense, it was kind of old fashioned and patriarchal, even if there was absolutely no reason for these straight-forward, working-class lads to behave any differently. And if, at that point, she had suggested they share her instead, they would have probably gotten frightened and frozen up. So in a sense, it was all kind of cute. In their rather archaic male brains, because Kate wasn't dressed or acting in a slutty way, she had to be a
nice girl
, whatever that meant. One you could perhaps get a date with, if you had the right charm and wit.
Despite the slight cultural gap, Kate could see the boys were quite friendly, not bad looking at all, and well put together. In her wide experience of traveling and people, she could also tell they were quite harmless. She even felt a little sorry for them fighting against one another like that. Underneath their slightly fake virile personas, she guessed they had probably not gotten laid in a while, and were a bit desperate.
A modern girl can always tell when a man needs a milking, and treating herself to a couple of healthy hunks seemed like an appetizing thought for a young buttgirl like herself. So she began to work out a plan for which she could put some of her skills to use. Being a fast and practical thinker, her decision was quickly made, she was going to show these guys some of her moves and solve her (self-inflicted) logistic issues, while making new friends with or without benefits at the same time. She did not do this kind of thing much outside her usual group of fuckmates, but hey, it seemed like a good occasion. In a way, the boys had asked for it and now they were going to get it.
"Well, gents, you certainly know how to talk to a fair maiden. Your flattering prose has caused me to completely lose control, and I think I have to go home and change my knickers", she said, in response to their cheesy pickup lines.
Her sense of repartee had left them speechless, it seemed.
"Just kidding boys, I live in New York, and I don't wear knickers", she added before they could react, and stuck her pierced tongue out at them.
"Shall we set off?" she said, as the clock was heading towards 11 p.m