Frank's Bar, Kenville, California
Abigail
"That was a nice show you two put on there"
"Why thank you," Abigail squealed nervously and shook the darker skinned man's outstretched hand, "I wasn't planning on giving you such a good view, but this girl right here had another idea," she finished by jabbing a finger at Jane, giving her a pleading look as the two men looked down at them.
Save me, please,
The look said, clear as day.
I can't control myself, make them go away
But the lust in her eyes betrayed the turmoil within her, the battle between what should be done, and that which she actually wanted.
Ignoring her friend entirely, Jane reached up to shake the white man's hand, flashing him a perfect smile and introducing herself, "I'm Jane, and this is Abigail, would you two like to sit with us?"
"Jane, what the fuck are you doing-" Abigail desperately tried to ask, being cut off by the white man as he took a seat beside Jane, with the back one sitting next to Abigail.
"Well hey Jane, hey Abigail," he said with a wave, "I'm Thomas, but you can call me Tommy."
"I'm Keith," The black man said, flashing Abigail a cocky smirk as the words left his mouth.
"Haha... huh huh huhhh..." Abigail laughed dumbly, sweat forming on her brow as her nerves overcame her. The most concerning thing being the look on Jane's face, who was gleefully staring into Tommy's eyes, grinning up at him as he whispered something into her ear, too quietly for Abigail to pick up. She watched as Jane giggled and raised a hand to cover her mouth. She looked like a schoolgirl in heat. Something definitely wasn't right.
She inhaled sharply, fully ready to speak up when she was stopped by a callused hand brushing against her thigh, sending a shiver up her spine.
"Everything okay baby girl? It's okay if you're nervous." Keith asked, giving her a slightly softer smile, clearly trying to maximize his chances of getting into her pants. Despite the onslaught of arousal she felt, she braced herself to stand, desperately clinging onto the concern she felt for her friend. The alcohol and cocaine were obviously getting to her head. It was her first time touching a drug, and she had to stop her from doing something she'd regret.
What a fucking role reversal, huh Jane?
She thought, glancing at her friend giggling at some joke Tommy had told her,
Don't worry, I'll get you home to Adam
.
Resolving to be the adult in the room, she opened her mouth to call Jane's name, planning to sweep her out to the car and call it a night.
That is, until she felt an odd warmth come over her body, flushing her face and moistening her panties. At precisely that moment, her legs went limp and she leaned back.
"I'm okay Keith, don't you worry about me." She mewled in spite of herself, her legs turning to jello for some inexplicable reason.
"Would you two ladies like a drink?" Tommy asked, rubbing a hand across Jane's leg.
"Absolutely!" Jane piped up, grinning from ear to ear.
"She's married you know," Abigail managed to blurt out to the man, "So don't expect her to let you get your dick wet tonight."
"Ohhhh really?" Tommy inquired, turning his head to look at Jane, "So you're just a tease then, are you? Well that's okay, we can still have a round or two. What do you think Keith? First ones on me, then you take number two?"
Jane giggled nervously, "Just a couple drinks, right Ab? Remember why you brought me here? You can trust me."
Something in her eyes made Abigail doubt that. She doubted it very much. If it weren't for her suddenly ravenous pussy clouding her mind, she'd have jumped up and dragged her friend out of the bar kicking and screaming if she had to. But alas, such a thing felt above her weight class at that moment in time, wholely undoable, much to her chagrin.
"Absolutely, brother" Keith said, pounding his fist and beckoning impatiently for the bartender.
"What do you want?" A new, much younger bartender with purple dyed hair and two sleeves full of tattoos asked flatly as she approached, clearly not impressed with the man's antics.
"Four double shots of tequila," Tommy said gruffly, pulling out a wad of 10s and 20s, "Please and thank you."
"Well if he's paying- why are YOU calling me over like a- you know what? Don't care. Coming right up"
"Don't worry sweetie, I'll be paying for round number two, you'll get your chance," Keith grinned.
"Mmmmmmhm," The bartender grumbled, "If only I could be so lucky to get the time of day from a guy like you."
"Sounds like you're being a little sarcastic, girl." Keith growled, leaning towards the woman and wrapping an arm around Abigail's waist possessively, slowly stroking her side through a slit in the ornate garment covering her torso. The feeling of his skin on hers felt electric, sending tingles down her core and straight between her legs.
"Wow, good on you for realizing, bro!" The woman barked, pounding the glasses on the counter and filling them each, "how kind of you. Almost as kind as when you shoved my god damn brother to the floor earlier."
"Oh?" Keith laughed, "That was your- that little dude, he was your brother? That's it?"
"Yup," the bartender spat, sliding the four of them their shots and wringing her hands, "So excuse me if I don't feel so lucky in your presence, jackass."
"I don't know babe...." Keith said, a shit eating grin on his face as he turned to look at Abigail, slowly moving his fingers lower and lower on her body, until eventually worked their way beneath the fabric and teased her panty line. "How are you feeling right now?"
Inhaling sharply as his fingers found their way beneath the barrier to her aching wetness, her thighs clenched as she felt two digits slip inside of her.
"Hmmm...
pretty fucking lucky,"
She panted, smiling sweetly across the counter and feeling a little guilty as the purple haired woman scoffed and stormed off.
"Ohhh, fuuuuck..." she groaned as the man pressed his two fingers more forcefully inside of her and rubbed at her G Spot, looking up at him through hooded eyes and smiling.
She needed to get the fuck out of there.
She needed to protect Jane, who was obviously on the verge of doing god knows what with Tommy.
She needed to make sure neither of them did anything stupid.
She needed to stop drinking.
She needed to reevaluate her taste in men.
I need to spread my legs just a little bit wider. Yeah... that sounds nice
Fighting against the limitations of her tight skirt, she shimmied her legs apart as best as she could and moaned up at the man manipulating her sex.
"You're a freaky little thing, aren't you?" He asked, smirking as he watched her tremble from his stimulation.
Wordlessly, she nodded her head up and down, her face contorted in a soundless moan as she forced her legs open even further, pushing the fabric of her outfit to its very limits.
....have to.... protect.... Jane....
her inner voice floated throughout her head as she desperately tried to regain control of the situation, too distracted on the fiery inferno of devious intent that currently sat between her legs.
