Kara laughed as the man with her finished the longwinded joke.
"I can’t believe you said that," she chuckled He smiled and took a sip of his drink before placing it back on the table. Kara was an attractive twenty-two year old artist from the eastern side of town. She frequently came to this particular club, mostly for the atmosphere, and the abundance of men. True, some of them were younger than her teen-aged brother, trying to act big and bad. But most were men her age. Raven was a different sort of club. Not exactly her type, but she felt like she actually belonged with all of the grimly dressed people. She herself wore dresses that weren’t nearly enough for a Barbie doll, much less her shapely frame. But those clothes were saved for clubs and times when she just felt like being flirty. She looked to her companion and smiled.
"Zane, I hate to break this evening short, but I think I should go before I get too tipsy to drive home." He nodded and said he understood. He stood as she put on her jacket, and kissed her cheek.
"I’ll tell Shayna you said hi..." Kara hugged him and exited the crowded club.
Kara walked into the calm night air, and over to an old car that was parked around the building. As she sat in the driver’s seat, she removed her jacket. The alcohol from earlier had made her a bit warmer than she was used to. She started the engine and pulled from the parking space. The clock on her stereo read eleven forty-five. She pushed a series of buttons and the speakers came to life with sounds of heavy bass-filled rhymes. Her finger tapped the steering wheel as she came to a stoplight. The car began to stall, but came to its senses as the light flashed to green once again.
"That’s what I get for buying something from Joey..." She sighed and turned down Main street. The headlights began to blink on and off, and the noises and shaking got worse. Kara muttered under her breath, threatening the car not to stop. She saw a phone up ahead on the corner.
"Please don’t die on me now...Please" As if the car was trying to get it’s vengeance, with one last shake, it shut off.
"FUCK!!" She slammed her hands on the dashboard and sat back in her seat. She turned the keys, trying to start it back up. Nothing happened. Kara tried several times before giving up. Her cell phone had been left at home to recharge, so she had no choice but to walk to the phone up ahead. Grabbing her keys and purse, she looked around her. She’d somehow ended up in the poorest part of town there was. Abandoned buildings, homeless children. A shelter was somewhere off to her left, she couldn’t tell exactly.
Kara stepped out of the car and locked her door behind her. She hoped her top and skirt would hold up to the breeze that blew through the empty street. As she began her walk to the booth, she heard heavy footsteps behind her. She turned to look, but saw no one. There were only the sounds of traffic far off in the distance. She started walking again. Only this time, the sounds were closer, and a voice in her ear.
"Mmmm. This one looks nice.." The voice was a whisper, like the sound of wind going by an ear. Kara whirled around, anxiously trying to find who had said those words. And again, nothing was to be seen.
"Damn, Kara. You’re drunker than you thought," she mumbled to herself. At last she had reached the phone. As she dialed the number of a friend, she felt a hand on the bottom of her skirt, pulling it higher on her leg. She looked down but saw only the ground below. There was no answer, so she decided to try another number. Kara closed her eyes in disappointment and leaned against the phone. As she stood there, she felt the buttons on her shirt begin to undo. She looked down slowly, and nearly screamed. Each button was undoing itself!!
Her hands braced her body against the glass as an invisible hand snaked it’s way up her skirt. She couldn’t help but bite her lower lip in frustration. The hand seemed to be squeezing the soft flesh of her thigh, kneading it gently. She groaned out as she felt a tongue begin to to lap at her skin, her kneecaps, her thighs, then resting upon her satin panties. She was filled with confusion as yet another pair of hands began rubbing her breasts through her bra. They, unlike the ones on her legs, were more feminine , softer. They pulled the lace of her bra down below her nipples, toying with them. Kara’s head was spinning as she tried to comprehend what was happening to her. Hands she couldn’t see, voices she couldn’t place with actual people. She felt as though she were going crazy, until something started happening, the tongue at her panties eased between the material and her skin.
"Come on baby," a female voice urged. "Quit teasing her, I wanna watch you lick this little thing."
Kara’s eyes opened . She saw a face, then at long last an entire male form. He was gorgeous! Black hair, The bluest eyes she’d ever seen, his skin pale and toned. She didn’t know how to react as he smiled at her. There was something wrong though. Why couldn’t she hear him coming up behind her? She laid her head back, and felt it come in contact with a shoulder. She looked up and saw a girl. She was sitting on the shelf beside the phone. Her face was contorted in a mischievious smile as she stroked Kara’s face with a thin finger. Kara closed her eyes as she felt the young man’s tongue plunge into her pussy. She felt him move it from side to side, sucking on her clit each time he thrust it in. Kara moaned out lightly as the tongue of the man went faster inside of her, it’s thickness nearly enough to make her come right there. She reached for his head, running her hands through his dark hair, shuddering in delight.
