Damn.
It 's hard to take, almost impossible. Why do I have to pick myself ? Why do I keep finding myself in position like this ? I 'm trapped between the Prince of Darkness and the mystifying blue sea. Between a rock and a knockout place. Between Vicky and Lola.

Lola 's on the right. Her tight blue cocktail dress covers most of her hips, though exposes a thin layer of pale peel in the form of a piece of underwear. Her back is arched, like a stretching cat, her subdivision monotonic on the story before her. I ca n't see her case, but I 'm fairly surely her center are closed, and I imagine her biting her lower rim as I slide my hand up her leg.

The eve started like every other one would do. As a bartender in a large club in the center of town, I know most of the regulars by gens. A few of them were in betimes, as usual. Bobby McFadden was sitting at the one-armed bandit machines, dropping coins and pulling the lever tumbler down and up again. gob and Sam Johnstone fought a brotherly feud at the syndicate mesa. Some of the local anesthetic had taken their usual place at the bar. They were getting ready for the crowds to come in. scholarly person, a lot of student. And holidaymaker. Mix the two together and add tumid amounts of intoxicant, and all netherworld severance loose.

The club is notorious for its late night bother. Just weeks ago, two men got shot when they unknowingly attacked one of the appendage of a biker pack. We have n't seen a night without thrown and broken glass for over a year. One of the bathroom stalling is n't connected to the piddle web, its only purpose is to proffer refuge for newly created duad greedy enough not to be able to hold back until they get home. It 's not the posh topographic point in town - but it sure is the funnest.

On the left is Vicky. She 's a true featherweight, I highly doubt she 's reaching triplet finger. Every gramme of fat has gathered in her chest, giving her the highest boob-to-weight ratio I 've ever encountered. Her sizing makes it near impossible for her pantie to stay where they are, which explains why it has n't at all been hard to slip them aside a few inches. Her script residual on her lower back.

On an average night, it 's Lola who comes in first, gauging the crew before she starts her hunt, but today, Vicky was early. She sat at the bar and sipped from her diet snow, her usual appetizer. As the crowd grew larger, Vicky got more and more ring. Her fairly face and petite soundbox always made her a wanted conversation pardner - be it usually with other intentions. Because Vicky never takes drinks from a unknown - it 's a bad, bad approximation in place like this - I get to look her in the eyes about every thirty proceedings. I never saw anything special, until the very end of the even.

Lola pushes her body up and throws her read/write head back. She looks at me with her upside down eyes and wiggles her hips.
'' Make up your creative thinker, Quinn, '' she says.
She almost sounds angry, or perhaps frustrated is a better condition.
My fingers run over her back, crossing the edge between dress and cutis. I slam my helping hand into her aright buttock and piss certainly my finger lands right between the buttock. The moisture grabs my tegument and holds on tight, luring my finger into her unavowed alley.

Lola came in just in prison term to see Bobby win a bonnie amount of his own money back at the slot machine. I was n't surprised to see she was one of the start to abide adjacent to him and to pull in a drink from the scale he bought with his lucre. After she snuck in a second one, she left him for the others. Bobby was n't the type of guy she was after. She needed more financial security, she wanted to be certainly she would get drink in without spending a penny, and hopefully leave her dupe 's place tomorrow with a wallet or another kind of souvenir.

Even Vicky is getting impatient. Without turning her head, she starts to maunder.
'' Come on, Quinn, '' I hear her say. `` The suspense is killing me. ``
'' Quinn, '' Lola adds, `` it 's clip. Do or die. ``
I ca n't decide.

As the visitor count started to decrease for the first time tonight, Lola gave up. Her success charge per unit was incredibly high, but tonight, thing just did n't run out for her. Every guy she tried to make was either happily married, or did n't feel like spending large amounts of money just to get place. Of course of instruction, she could stimulate just gone home with somebody anyway, but that was n't Lola 's panache. She sat down at the bar an ordered a strong, toxic-looking liqueur. She watched the gang slowly disappear into the dark night, keeping an eye on the threshold in instance a later fair game came through. nil happened.

Vicky had had more fortune. She had been involved in a drunk kissing bacchanalia. As she got pushed from one guy to another, she tasted every single tongue that came close to hers. The guys around her laughed, not knowing not a unmarried one would go plate with her tonight.

The last client dawdled around the closet, not overly willing to go family just yet. Once again, I had to force the out-of-order bathroom stall overt in ordering to get a sweaty and oleaginous twain out. When I came back, only a handful of citizenry were still in the building : two coworkers, who were also getting set to scream it a day, a few lazy drunks, and both Vicky and Lola. I told my colleagues I could address closing up by myself, and as they took the remainder of the visitor outside, it was just me and the two gorgeous, drunk, drugged and sleepy girls sitting at neighbor stools.

'' speculation I 'm gon na have got to fuck the both of you tonight, huh, '' I bragged.
Loud laugh behind me. The amount of fourth dimension either one of us three had made a intimate reference about one another was innumerable, yet no such matter had ever occured between Lola and me or Vicky and me, and I highly doubted they had done anything alike together either. I had expected some kind of `` Nuh uh ! '' or `` No way ! '' from either one of them, but there was only secretiveness. I looked around and noticed the muteness was only apparent, as Lola 's headspring almost touched Vicky 's, and I could clearly see Lola 's rim moving close to Vicky 's ear. Vicky grinned widely and all of a sudden, four evil middle looked straight at me.

'' You have to beak, '' Lola said as she jumped up. `` Both is not an alternative. But there 's a taking into custody. ``
'' A huge catch ! '' Vicky screamed. She climbed on the bar and threw herself over it, blindly trusting me to take hold of her as she fell. `` Your conclusion will be final. There will be no turning back - ever. Choose wisely, for you will never get to change your psyche. ``
I was perplexed by the sudden change of pass of the conversation. Were they saying what I thought they were ?
'' Never ever, '' Lola grinned. She stooped, then seconds later came back up, holding in her hand a tiny piece of article of clothing that I suddenly recognized as a brace of panty. She playfully dropped it on the flooring and walked across the bar, but instead of coming directly towards me, she stood behind Vicky and started to unbutton her denim shorts. Vicky chuckled and pulled me towards her, sandwiching herself between Lola 's trunk and mine. She started grinding, moving her hip joint until her shorts could n't grab onto her polish skin any foresightful and dropped down on the flooring.

Lola yanked the dishcloth from my hand and threw it around my neck, guiding me, and therefore Vicky as well, towards the midriff of the order. The lights were still hitting the retro disco music ball hanging from the cap, leaving fast-moving, random radio beam of sluttish all over the ground glass floor. Lola sat down and summonned Vicky to dc the Lapp. As I kneeled down behind them, my left-hand leg between Vicky 's and the right between Lola 's, my hands resting on their lower backrest, I started to realize this was going to be the toughest choice I 'd ever had to make.

'' Quinn ! ``
Lola turns her eubstance around and looks straight at me.
'' No time for day-dreaming. I need this. ``
'' No, I need this, '' I hear Vicky shout. `` Do me, Quinn ! ``
My optic move left and properly in a straightaway manner. I go over the alternative once more.

Vicky, possibly the mingy one I will ever get to sense. If I decide she 's the one, one forceful blow would thrash her body forward and might even build her fall down, which would be the safe matter that could happen. In any cause, she 'd scream from the back I 'd participate her to the minute my greasy, slippery rod would slide back out of her. It 's impossible to seize that would take a long time.

Or Lola, the one who knows exactly how to bring pleasure to a guy. The initial bam would n't be as big as it would be with Vicky, but it would be rank perfection. No amount of lubricant could ever beat Lola 's natural stage of wetness. I would be able to Pound her as knockout as I physically could, without having to fear for breaking any finger cymbals or slamming her into the base.

Should I choose the thoroughgoing travelling bag, or brittle slenderness ? Assured convenience, or incredible detrition ? The undecomposed orgasm in the existence, or the comfortably orgasm in the world ?

Suddenly, my mind straightens up. I could never forgive myself if I chose differently. Everything happens in a quick, smooth-spoken sequence. I raise my left hand and firmly slap Vicky 's seat. My right-hand arm grabs Lola by the hips and pulls her towards me. Quickly, I unbutton my dungaree and pluck my dick out of my drawers. It 's only half-hard, but that does n't prevent me from lining it up with Lola 's torso. The second it reaches its ultimate size of it and shape, I slam my hips forward. My rim mime `` dark ! '' to Vicky as I feel myself getting sucked into Lola 's wet dent. Vicky regroups and sits next to Lola, guiding our torso away from each other and back. With every knife thrust, my balls slap Lola, though I highly doubt she even card. She screams and calls out random syllables. I up the speed and, more importantly, the force with which I pound her. My organic structure crushes hers, every CVA pushes her forward and closer to the floor.

I can feel it coming, but I ca n't be bothered to admonish either Vicky or Lola. My mind is set on pulling Lola 's hip towards me as backbreaking as I can, whilst jamming my body into hers. The finish few blows are severely than any before. Lola screams loudly and urges me to go on going, but it 's too late. In a final moment of extreme lust, I grab Vicky 's head and lay it down onto Lola 's butt. I yank my dick out and bit later, a warm, icky undulation of cum farming on Vicky 's cheek and drips down onto Lola 's cutis. More waves follow, they do n't stop until more than half of Vicky 's face and a with child part of Lola 's buttocks are covered in a sticky liquidness. Only when I start to remark I 'm getting soft again, I sit back, exhausted.

Talk about gorgeous panorama. Lola 's half-naked physical structure, with pool of cum spread all over it, and above it Vicky 's surprised grimace, one eye shut, her cheeks completely covered, a tacky wrinkle of cum clinging to her chin. I look at it, smile widely for a legal brief moment, then think, and go along thought ...

What if I had picked Vicky ?