I was out shopping. It was late on a Friday night and the sun was just setting. And I was going to meet friends. It was roughly about eight by the time I got there, we drank some sangria, wine, and a light beer or two - it was good to catch up with the girls. I hadn't seen them since starting my new job.
A couple of hours after and a few bars later & we were pretty drunk, and on the hunt for some guys. Amy spotted a group of them over in the corner of the bar, one of them was eyeing us all up, I smiled at him he looked me up and down hungrily and took a sip of his beer.
His friends all glanced our way and we broke out into a fit of giggles. "Oh fuck look at the one in the green shirt. I'd love to corner him in the toilet," said Deb.
"You're so bad aren't you seeing that Mark from resources?" I asked.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him, and besides, I don't see you looking the other way Lucy. That tall one keeps eye-fucking you," she said back, everyone laughed while pushing me. I blushed as I took a sip of my wine, one of the girls spotted another of the pack eyeing me so she decided to grope me. I burst into laughter nearly spitting out my wine as she fondled my breast, "Jesus Christ! Stop it you'll scare them off," Jess said in utter embarrassment.
We all laughed and joked, and drank as we eyed the hunks up and as they eyed us up. But nothing came of it, they ended up leaving but quite a few of them, from what we saw, were clearly packing something good in those tight jeans. As they left the tall dark one in the green shirt eyed me up and down like a piece of meat, my knees went a little weak as he passed me and my panties were a little wet as our eyes met. He blew me a kiss and I gave him a wink and flashed him some bra. Hoping to entice him to stay a little longer.
One of my girls spotted my move and then an organised slut-shame began. I felt so embarrassed as they spent the remainder of the night humping me from behind and asking which one I would have liked to take home with me. I lightly joked as I bit my lip admitting to the guy in the green shirt.
We finished our drinks and left, the girls got a couple of taxis home but I actually had a date to meet, so I walked along where he'd meet me. It was totally dark now and I only just about knew where I was going. I had definitely had too much to drink to be going on a date.
But it would be rude to blow him off now. I headed out to what I thought was the outskirts of the city centre, where he promised to meet me but before I knew it I was lost by the docks in some unknown area.
I could hardly see straight, if I wasn't blind drunk then I was definitely close as could be. A few cars passed as I waited by a streetlight to gather my thoughts and try to grab my phone out of my bag. Some old fat guy rolled up in a pickup truck, rolled his window down and waved me over.
"Hey honey, how much?" He said with a big grin on his face.
"Huh? I don't... What d'ya mean?" I said slurring my words,
"Come on, babe," he said flashing some cash, "How much to party?"
He said raising his eyebrow.
"I'M NOT A WHORE, FUCK OFF YOU FAT FUCK!" I screamed, his face contorted in shock and he sped off into the night.
Unbelievable, I thought. I got my mirror out and checked myself over while trying to stand up straight. I did look a mess, and the short skirt and skimpy top didn't help I admit, especially in this area. I might as well be a prostitute dressed like this. I laughed slightly putting my mirror away and digging for my phone.
I headed forward slightly stumbling on my high heels. I only got to the end of the street as another car rolled up it was black with faded windows, a guy got out & approached me.
"Look I said I'm not a hooker, so get lost bozo," I said barely managing to stand up.
