Charles, the ringleader, leaned back against the alley wall. Lou passed out. Karl picked up his paper bag and took a swig from the whiskey bottle inside.
Tanya was still lying on her back in the middle of the alley, panting with pleasure, her brain screaming in protest but her body all too ecstatic that she could not disobey any request made of her. Dirt and cum covered her creamy skin, and her pink skirt was lying in the litter next to her disheveled red hair.
"Man," said Charles. "I could use a drink myself. Hey, girl..."
He prodded Tanya's naked form. She responded weakly.
"Got a credit card?"
"Yeah."
"Buy me a whisky?"
"Ok."
Tanya leaned up on her elbows, and then got up. She was still dazed by the orgasms, bruised, and full of cum. She picked up her pink skirt -- the one she had cut to a third with scissors this morning -- and blue blouse and pulled them back on. The boys at her school had told her to never wear underwear again, so she had no choice but to go bare underneath. Finally, she stumbled into her pink pumps.
She felt a hand on her ass. Charles had grasped her near nude buttock firmly, and now marched her to the liquor store around the corner of the alley.
"Hooch, Mags, and Ammo" said the sign.
The bum pushed the smooth-skinned high school senior inside. It was dark. There were racks with porn mags to one side and hard liquor on the other. There were some chips, gum, and condoms at the counter. Behind the counter was the grizzled store owner, eyeing them all unfriendly like, and behind him were cigarettes, ammo, handcuffs, and police equipment.
Tanya felt self-conscious in her skanky skirt and no panties.
"Do you have whiskey?" she asked meekly.
The owner grunted. |