The following is a work of fiction intended to be consumed ONLY by adults age eighteen years or older. All characters depicted are eighteen or older. This is a standalone dubious consent scene involving two sober men in their early thirties and a drunk young woman in her late teens.
It includes
: edging, teasing and denial, humiliation, dirty talk, and the sharing of one woman between two men. This story is intended as a quick-and-dirty read without too much exposition, hence the somewhat cliche premise. For the sake of a smoother and potentially less squicky fantasy, please assume these characters live in an alternate universe where STIs and unwanted pregnancies are nonexistent - or inevitable, if that's your thing, but don't complain that there's no mention of either in the narrative. I am assuming that the adults consuming this material understand the risks of unprotected sex in reality. This work is fantasy and is NOT intended as an endorsement of any illegal, immoral, or non-consensual activities.
In real life, enthusiastic consent is required, and intoxicated individuals cannot consent.
If any of the content described in this disclaimer offends you or is illegal for you to consume in your area, please
do not read on.
Thank you, enjoy, and
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Alycia was drunk.
Not just drunk, actually. Smashed. Wasted. Obliterated.
She stumbled through the crowded bar, one hand clutching her cell phone, the other holding up the front of her dress. It was a tiny, sleeveless thing - not her style at all, typically. She had always been a bit pear-shaped, with curvy, wide hips and a narrow chest. As a result, this dress fit tight around her hips, but loose around her breasts. She had snatched it off the rack and bought it without even trying it on; her best friend, Julia, was shrieking into her ear through her smart phone about her on-again, off-again boyfriend.
"I hate him so much!" Julia had cried. "You and I, Alycia, are going out tonight, in sexy new clothes, and we are getting drunk! Because
fuck
Jared! Fuck him!"
"You're so right, of course. I'll totally be there," Alycia had assured her, uncertain Julia had even heard her. They had made plans to meet at this dive bar near the edge of town, where they were unlikely to run into any classmates, and even less likely to be carded. They were sophomores in college, less than a year into their friendship, but already they felt like sisters. Alycia, emboldened by Julia's extroverted nature and reckless sense of judgment, felt more liberated than exposed in the short, new dress, despite its ill fit - when she put it on at home, anyway. Entering the bar had been a different story.
The clientele at this establishment ran considerably older than the sophomore girls. Classic rock blared on the overhead speakers. The people at the bar were laughing raucously when Julia and Alycia walked through the door. Julia was wearing a similarly cut dress, but hers clung to her hourglass figure just right. That, combined with the cold burst of air that came with their arrival, triggered every eye in the bar to swivel towards them.
And Julia, in magnificent form, had tossed her head back, strode up to the bartender with a confident smile, and started ordering drinks.
Julia was a stunner - the kind of girl that boys and men always threw themselves at, eager to please her. She was an archetypal blue-eyed, blond-haired athlete who "could've been model if she'd just been taller". Alycia was a quieter beauty, but often felt overshadowed by her friend. She was shorter, with pale skin, long, dark brown hair, and green eyes. She had always been shy, dressing modestly and putting school first. That had all started to change when she met Julia. This was far from their first adventure, and Julia had a way of getting Alycia to do things that she would normally never do. She was a little less shy than she was even a year before, a little bolder. So, with the aid of Julia's charm, the two girls found their own table and convinced the bartender to keep the shots coming.
Swept up in the adventure of it all, Alycia had quickly lost track of how much she had to drink. After the girls settled in at their own table, the other patrons mostly ignored them - except for a couple of men sitting in the corner booth across the bar. Alycia couldn't help but notice that they kept glancing towards her and her friend, in a way that was starting to make her uncomfortable. One had olive skin and dark eyes - the other was pale, a hint of malice in his steely gaze. She tried to ignore them, and just focus on her evening out - but then Julia's cell phone rang.
"It's Jared," she slurred, looking touched. "Oh my god, he finally called me back. I have to take this. I'll be right back, okay?"
Just like that, she was gone. That had been almost thirty minutes ago. Alycia was alone, and drunk, and now she was starting to feel sick. So, doing her best to pretend she couldn't see the leering men in the corner, she had abandoned the table and stumbled towards the bathroom. She pushed the door and found the grungy, tiled room completely empty.
"Ugh, I feel so..." she muttered to no one in particular. Then she lurched into a stall and coughed up her last three or so shots. She had never been sick from drinking before - it really grossed her out - and suddenly all she wanted to do was go home. She flushed the toilet, then fumbled for her phone. Somehow, she manged to press the right parts of the touchscreen to call Julia.
"Hello?" her friend slurred. She was panting. Alycia could hear the low rumble of Jared's voice in the background. There was a brief tussle, movement Alycia couldn't define on the other end of the line. Julia gave a soft shriek and admonished her boyfriend. Then she spoke into her phone again, "Alycia, what is it?"
"I'm sick," Alycia said, "I need to leave. Where are you?"
"Oh uh." There was a long pause. "Jared picked me up, actually. But we're only like, ten minutes away. Fifteen, tops. We'll come get you?" She phrased the last part like a question. There was a brief, terse conversation on the other end of the line. Alycia waited, her head pounding.
Then Julia started laughing, and gave a little moan. Alycia winced.
Guess they made up.
"Um. Yeah, we'll come get you. But Jared said it might be closer to an hour or so, because he -
haha
- stop, Jared,
wait
-" The line went dead.
"Julia?" Alycia said. "Seriously?"
She dropped her phone on the floor, too drunk to care, and pushed her way out of the stall. She stumbled over to the sink, then turned on the tap and plunged her face directly underneath the spout, slurping up water, trying to get the taste of vomit out of her mouth. She was dizzy, and her extremities felt loose and numb, just slightly out of her control. She tipped further into the sink, unaware of her dress drifting up her thighs, exposing her ass and her lacy, sky-blue thong. Her shoes - soft, black ballet flats, to match her dress - slipped off her feet, clattering to the tile floor. She had never, ever been this drunk before. She had no idea how to handle herself.
The door opened and closed behind her. Someone twisted the deadbolt. Alycia didn't even notice. She was still braced over the sink, drinking, when two men appeared on either side of her.
"There's water at the bar, you know," one of them said, sounding amused.
His hand drifted to her thighs and he pressed against her bare flesh. She yelped, spitting, then pulled back from the sink. She finally noticed her dress. She struggled to cover herself, suddenly struck with terror, realizing that she was in the bathroom by herself with two strange men. She backed up, her dress pulled up over her chest. She didn't realized that this only served to expose her upper thighs and a flash of her thong. The two men eyed her appreciatively, then gave one another a glance. They seemed to come to an agreement.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" the one who had touched her asked. He was tall, with a muscular build and tan, olive-toned skin. He smiled, trying to put her at ease, his eyes soft. "What are you doing here all by yourself, huh?"
"I-I'm not," she stuttered. "My friend -"
" - left thirty minutes ago. My buddy Kyle here and I saw her boyfriend pick her up. Looked like they might be busy for a while."
"We thought we'd keep you company," the other man, Kyle, said. He was shorter than his friend, wiry and skinnier. He gave off an overall impression of paleness - light skin, hair, and eyes, decidedly European features. There was something menacing about the way he looked at her, something off-putting about how he held himself. She caught a glimmer of darkness in his gaze, a malice his friend didn't have.
Alycia shook her head, clutching her dress. "Um, no. That-that's okay. She's coming right back..." She moved towards the door.
Kyle caught her by the arm. "Where are you going? Don't be rude, now. We said we're going to keep you company."
