This choice: Looking around, you see other wide-eyed woman... like yourself? • Go Back...Chapter #7Looking around, you see other wide-eyed woman..... by: PX114   Your body seems to be moving on autopilot as you stumble forward, your first shaky, uncertain step suddenly becoming smooth and natural, as if you’d been walking in heels all your life. You stride over to the bar, receiving a tray full of drinks which you carry back to the guy who had requested them.
“Thank you, Tina.” The man says and he and his friends take their drinks. You turn back towards the bar when you suddenly feel a smack. You let out a decidedly feminine squeak as you realize the guy had slapped your ass! You want to curse him out, but instead you feel your body giggling as you glance over your shoulder, giving him a flirty wink.
Looking around, you are amazed at the level of wealth on display. Old paintings that look like something out of a museum hang on the walls of the room, which is filled with people. Men in expensive suits drank and conversed in small groups all over the place. You spot an expensive watch on the wrist of one of the men, a device you know likely cost as much as your bike.
And then there are the girls. Every last one of them is absolutely smoking hot, the sort of girls he and his crew would have loved to party with. He spotted a man pull a redhead into a tight embrace and kiss her; a Latina saunter past, her ass swaying back and forth as she strutted along; a pair of blondes that looked like twins sitting on the laps of two men who looked like they were locked in a intense discussion.
“Tina!” It’s the guy from before, staring over at you intently. “Fetch us some more drinks, will you?” You nod eagerly and head over to the bar, where one of the bartenders, an African American woman who looks to be slightly older than you and the other waitresses, hands you another tray full of drinks.
After delivering the drinks, you spot the redhead stumble past, a dazed look on her face. Something about her seems familiar….and then it hits you like a truck, and you gasp. “Hangman?” You say, mentioning one of your crew. The redhead looks at you with a deer in the headlights stare. Just like you and the other waitresses, she’s petite, but with the sort of large breasts that so many guys love….guys like you had been a minute ago…
“Tina! Hannah!” The two of you jerk your heads around to see the African American woman pointing to you. “Go help Billie.” She gestured to the Latina, who was giggling as she talked to a trio of men over in a corner.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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