As you're driving back to 's house, Ashley suddenly shrieks with excitement. "Stop, stop! Please, stop! Oh my God, it's 'The Drunken Whore!' I can't believe they're still open, please, we need to go there, please..."
She continues begging until you park and ask her what the Hell she's babbling about.
"It's a bar. It used to be full of lowlifes - you know, crack addicts and stuff - but it's been bought out and torn down... well, obviously it's still there, but it's GOING to be torn down really, really soon. Please, I've always wanted to go there, and if I don't go now, I might never have a chance to ever again. Please. Please please please it'd mean a lot to me."
How do you turn down someone who's that enthusiastic? You don't.
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The Drunken Whore looks terrible from the outside, but very pretty inside. The doorman checks your IDs, but for a $20 tip, he decides that, at 19, Ashley is old enough. There are noticeably more women than men here, and your group is about right for the room ratio. With five bouncers, you can understand why women might feel safe here. The tables are made of very heavy wood, and have thick white tablecloths over them. The women lift up a corner and find initials of people carved into your table. The food is dirt cheap, and is almost gourmet in quality. You can't believe you haven't heard of this place before.
It looks like your timing was pretty good; the place is starting to fill up pretty quickly.
Your party wasn't exactly hungry when you arrived, so you're all full after only a few bites. You have your food boxed up and the waiter even takes it out to your car for you. You're looking over the dessert menu, when a voice cries out, "ASHLEY!!! ASHLEY BARKER!"
'Barker?'
Ashley's eyes perk up at a woman enthusiastically rushing over to meet you. She has long black hair and is wearing a blue evening dress and droop earrings. Her dress is almost form-fitting, but compared to Ashley and , she looks very overdressed. Ashley stands up to meet her, so you guess they must be friends.
You guess wrong.
"You BITCH!" Ashley screams, slapping the taller woman across the face. You expect a fight for a moment, but the other woman doesn't hit back, she just backs away, holding her cheek. Ashley makes a fist, but not a very good one. Then she picks up the candlestick off of the table.
Okay, time to interefere. You catch her hand, twist the candlestick out of it, and hand it to . A young man, college-aged rushes up to comfort his friend. He's dressed more casually than the woman in blue, but it's clear they're together. You hold Ashley's arm as she struggles and address the couple.
"Hello. My name is ."
The man introduces the two of them, then gestures to Ashley. "So... uh... what high school does she go to? Or is she in junior high?"
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A few minutes later, the five of you are seated at your table, Ashley and the woman in blue on opposite sides.
You all introduce yourselves. Apparently, they're both attending an all-girls school (!?). The man is puzzled, the woman is distraught, and Ashley has calmed down. Compared to some of the arguments you've had to settle between hostile coworkers, this doesn't even look like a challenge. "Well, since you're the injured party," you say, "why don't you start?"
She yields the floor to Ashley. Very well.
"First of all, I'm 19 years old and I'm in college. I know I look younger than that; it can't be helped. The two of us went to the same high school. She was moving around a lot, so it was only during my Sophomore year. We were very... intimate... with each other," Ashley says, looking down.
So, Ashley's a bit more 'into' other girls than you'd even suspected.
After a few seconds, she continues. "We... shared things and told each other secrets and talked about boys and girls we... thought were... cute. Just as Summer started, she begged me to loan her a silver necklace that had been passed down from my great-aunt. Then my family suddenly decided we were going to leave on a vacation. It was only two weeks, but when we came back, she was gone. No letters, no phone calls, no necklace, nothing. I... didn't talk to my parents about it because I didn't want to admit I 'lost' the necklace."
Ashley takes a deep breath, then continues, "Ever since then... I haven't had any problems with guys, with boys, but I just don't... like... being physical with women anymore, because I was afraid they'd leave me if I was. I don't even enjoy kissing them. Sorry," she murmurs looking at .
Oh great, now you feel guilty... or you would if she hadn't seemed to be enjoying that last kiss with so much.
Okay, time to see where their stories differ. You all turn to look at her former friend/lover, who nods her head. "Everything she said is true. My parents decided to move so I could be with..." she glances at her boyfriend, then starts over. "I mean, for no reason, and I didn't know anyone I could trust enough to leave it with. I looked up every 'Ashley Barker' I could find, but I couldn't find you-"
Ashley interrupts, "It's, actually it's 'Sloan' now. My parents divorced and my mom remarried."
And the Mystery Of The Name Difference is solved.
The brunette looks frustrated. "Oh. Well, Hell, that's just not fair at all. Anyway, I still kept trying to find you. Every... every time I saw someone that looked a little like you, I'd... well anyway..." she digs around in her purse and takes out a silver necklace, probably worth at least two grand. "I believe this belongs to you...?"
She stands up and timidly walks over to Ashley. Bending down, she clips the necklace around Ashley's neck, and pulls her to her feet. The two of them are silent for a few seconds, and then the rest of you applaud as they fiercely hug each other, Ashley standing on tiptoes.
After a few seconds, the woman in blue breaks the silence. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Ashley breaks the hug, and looks her in the eyes. "Hush."
And then, to your surprise, Ashley kisses her. The kiss turns into a moist series of kisses, kissing passionately all around each others' mouths. It looks very, very consensual, so you sit back and watch, wishing you had a camera.
The two kissing girls abruptly slow down, and Ashley whispers something in her ear. The only word you catch is "cunt." She starts to object, but Ashley says, "You want to apologize, don't you?"
The black-haired woman slowly kneels before Ashley and puts her cheek against Ashley's pussy, over her thin dress. She nods to herself, then lifts up the front of Ashley's dress and kisses her pussy.
THAT was a surprise! Nobody at any of the other tables look like they're going to interfere, so... you might as well enjoy the show.
"Oh! My..." she says, moving her head back after only a second or two. "You're... moist. I mean, very moist. Someone's been naughty lately..."
You smile. Clearly, Ashley's still feeling the high from the vibrators and her lap dance.
She goes back to slurping noisily at Ashley's pussy. Poor ; another woman got to Ashley first.
Ashley backs up against a nearby table and starts panting loudly. The diners at the other tables stop eating, but that's all. Probably everyone in the restaurant has seen more salacious things on cable TV. Ashley starts rolling the thin straps on her dress in and out, almost to off her shoulders. Finally, she gives a loud moan and slips the straps off. letting them fall to her lover's face, who moves back and helps her step out of it. She's still wearing the necklace, of course; she probably won't let *that* out of her sight for a while.
The head waiter walks over to your table. "I AM the owner..." he says, looking at the two of you. You wait for his objections, or at least a subtle hint at a bribe, but instead he says... "Oh... why not? The worst that could happen is I'll get closed down a couple weeks early."
Ah, so they really are closing the place soon.
Ashley gives a loud moan, smiling broadly then pushes the woman back. You can guess what's coming up. "Okay, bitch, why should I be the only naked one here. Now, STRIP."
By now, the entire room has gone silent. Also, and you could be wrong about this, the lights where the girls are have gone up a tad.
She pauses for only a moment, then unzips her gown and pulls it off. Judging from her underwear, THIS is a woman looking to get laid. She's wearing a black lace bra and black lacy... you think... yes... black crotchless panties. The restaurant owner is a professional. He takes the dress and calmly holds it so it doesn't get wrinkled. The bra and panties are taken off and left on the floor and the earrings are handed to her man. She's unshaven, and her patch of pubic hair draws the attention of the eye, framed against her pink hips, stomach and thighs. You don't see any tan lines anywhere on her.
Ashley sits back on the table as the woman kneels in front of her and continues sucking her pussy.
She climaxes once. Twice. Three times. Four times.
Then she pushes the black-haired beauty away. "Enough. E...enough. That's enough; I'm... I'm spent... Wow! Okay, that was... that was great. I'd say we're cleared up between us, now." Ashley slowly turns her head, looking around, then puts her hands over her breasts and pussy. She pulls her dress up and slips the straps back onto her shoulders.
Still maintaining his composure, the restaurant owner helps the brunette put her dress on, but she doesn't bother putting on her bra or panties.
The show over, people go back to talking. This will be an evening people will be boasting about attending, that's for sure.
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Ashley is clearly tired. Happy, but tired. You collect your food to take home, but forget to order dessert.
As helps Ashley into the back seat, Ashley suddenly takes 's face and gives her a kiss on the mouth. "I'm... I'm sorry I've been so cold to you," she says. You and laugh at that.
"You haven't been cold at all; you've been wonderful," you assure her.
That woman really provided you with a great evening show. She's a good person; maybe you should...?
", what do you think? Should we leave them a bottle of wine?"
", that's a great idea!" she answers, smiling. "I mean, she was nice to our Ashley, and it's because of Ashley that we have the bottles in the first place."
"I'll be right back."
You drive back to your house and the three of you climb into your bed. Sex is out for tonight, you all had a long day.
The next day at work...
(Note: this thread has been a crossover event with "A Boy At A Girl's School") http://www.chyoo.com:81/index.php/main.story.page/50604/ |