Being 18, I'd only known sex with my boyfriend. Guys seemed to find my body quite attractive, being the fantasy short thin blonde with large natural breasts and a curvy athletic body but I never felt the need to leave the comfort zone of being with my boyfriend. My boyfriend however was a... well he was a wannabe. He's tried to be a part of every club in the book. This week, he wants to be a biker. I told him it was ridiculous and expensive, but he told me he'd do anything to be a part of this crowd, he enjoyed their 'company'.
He picked me up around 8 o'clock for our weekly date night. Tonight was odd though; he put a blindfold over my eyes and told me to trust him. Of course I trusted him, he was my boyfriend and I knew that while he was playing out a fad that he would never hurt me. I rode on the back of his bike for about 20 minutes. 'This must be a strange sight' I kept thinking to myself, but finally I felt the bike stop and he turned off the engine. He helped me off the bike and I stepped onto what felt like a gravel parking lot. I heard loud music coming from my left.
"Can I take the blindfold off now?" I whined.
"Not yet baby," he whispered in my ear. He led me to wherever we were by my hand. I smelled beer, lots and lots of beer. Smoke too, it wasn't the most pleasant smelling place I'd ever been in, probably a dirty little dive bar. But he said trust him so I did like I thought I should. He let go of my hand and I reached to pull the blindfold off, but he grabbed my hand and pushed it quickly back down.
"I said not yet."
"Well where are we?" Before he could respond I heard somebody approach.
"Is this what you brought us?"Ignoring me, this was directed at Nick, my boyfriend whom I was steadily losing trust in as the environment and my predicament soaked in.
"Uh... yes Sir, I hope she'll do alright for ya. She's real good at everything." Nick was stuttering slightly and all of a sudden had lost his cocky frat boy attitude. I started to panic and tried to take my blindfold off but felt two men grab my arms from behind and hold me down. I tried to fight them, yelling for Nick, but then another hand was roughly placed over my mouth, my screams muffled by a meaty palm that tasted of engine oil and tobacco.
"Well what does she do?" The man demanded. His voice was rough and leering and I could picture him looking over my young body.
"She loves to suck cock, you could probably get her to do it all night if you wanted." Nick chuckled slightly at this, a small amount of his inner frat boy showing again. A hand ran across my rib cage, over my sensitive collar bone, up the side of my neck, and ended with a brush across my trembling lips.
"I probably will have her do just that...what else Nick?"