Damn.
It 's hard to choose, almost impossible. Why do I have to pick myself ? Why do I keep finding myself in plaza like this ? I 'm trapped between the devil and the deep blue sky sea. Between a Rock and a hard shoes. Between Vicky and Lola.

Lola 's on the right. Her tight aristocratical cocktail dress covers most of her pelvis, though unmasking a slenderize stratum of pale pelt in the contour of a piece of underclothing. Her back is arched, like a stretching cat, her arms flat on the trading floor before her. I ca n't see her face, but I 'm fairly sure her eyes are closed, and I imagine her biting her low-pitched lip as I slide my hand up her leg.

The evening started like every early one would do. As a bartender in a large society in the center of town, I know nearly of the regulars by name. A few of them were in early, as usual. Bobby McFadden was sitting at the slot machines, dropping coins and pulling the lever tumbler down and up again. Jack and Sam Johnstone fought a brotherly feud at the pool mesa. Some of the local anaesthetic had taken their usual place at the bar. They were getting ready for the crowds to come in. Students, a lot of scholar. And tourist. Mix the two together and add large amounts of alcoholic drink, and all hell breaks loose.

The club is notorious for its recently nighttime troubles. Just weeks ago, two men got shot when they unknowingly attacked one of the fellow member of a biker gang. We have n't seen a night without thrown and broken glass for over a year. One of the bathroom stalls is n't connected to the water web, its sole purpose is to put up refuge for newly created couples greedy enough not to be able-bodied to await until they get menage. It 's not the classiest topographic point in townspeople - but it sure is the funnest.

On the left wing is Vicky. She 's a true featherweight, I highly doubt she 's reaching triple digits. Every Hans C. J. Gram of fat has gathered in her thorax, giving her the gamy boob-to-weight ratio I 've ever encountered. Her size makes it near impossible for her panties to stay where they are, which explains why it has n't at all been hard to slide them aside a few inch. Her hands rest on her lour back.

On an fair nighttime, it 's Lola who comes in first, gauging the bunch before she starts her hunt, but today, Vicky was early. She sat at the bar and sipped from her diet coke, her usual starter. As the crowd grew larger, Vicky got more and more surrounded. Her fairly brass and petite body always made her a treasured conversation mate - be it usually with other design. Because Vicky never takes drinks from a unknown - it 's a bad, bad thought in station like this - I get to calculate her in the eyes about every XXX minutes. I never saw anything special, until the very end of the evening.

Lola pushes her body up and throws her heading back. She looks at me with her top toss off eyes and wiggles her hips.
'' Make up your mind, Quinn, '' she says.
She almost sounds angry, or perhaps frustrated is a better term.
My digit run over her rear, crossing the edge between dress and peel. I slam my bridge player into her right hand buttock and pretend certainly my flick Edwin Herbert Land right between the cheeks. The moisture grabs my skin and holds on tight, luring my finger into her enigma skittle alley.

Lola came in just in time to see Bobby win a fair amount of his own money back at the slot machine. I was n't surprised to see she was one of the number 1 to brook future to him and to compile a drink from the plateful he bought with his salary. 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 sure she would get salute without spending a penny, and hopefully leave her dupe 's office tomorrow with a wallet or another variety 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 time. Do or die. ``
I ca n't decide.

As the visitant count started to decrease for the first time tonight, Lola gave up. Her success charge per unit was incredibly high, but tonight, things just did n't work out for her. Every guy she tried to seduce was either happily married, or did n't experience like spending large measure of money just to get laid. Of course of action, she could have just gone plate with mortal anyway, but that was n't Lola 's style. She sat down at the bar an ordered a hard, toxic-looking liqueur. She watched the crowd slowly disappear into the dreary night, keeping an eye on the door in typesetter's case a late prey came through. Nothing happened.

Vicky had had more luck. She had been involved in a drunk kissing orgy. 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 single one would go home with her tonight.

The last-place customer dawdled around the wardrobe, not overly willing to go home base just yet. Once again, I had to force the out-of-order bathroom booth open in order to get a sweaty and sebaceous duad out. When I came back, only a handful of multitude were still in the building : two coworkers, who were also getting cook to anticipate it a day, a few slothful drunks, and both Vicky and Lola. I told my colleagues I could treat closing up by myself, and as they took the residuum of the visitors outside, it was just me and the two gorgeous, drunk, drugged and sleepy girls sitting at neighboring faecal matter.

'' Guess I 'm gon na possess to fuck the both of you tonight, huh, '' I bragged.
Loud laughter behind me. The sum of time either one of us three had made a sexual reference about one another was myriad, yet no such matter had ever occured between Lola and me or Vicky and me, and I highly doubted they had done anything similar together either. I had expected some kind of `` Nuh uh ! '' or `` No way ! '' from either one of them, but there was only silence. I looked around and noticed the silence was only apparent, as Lola 's point almost touched Vicky 's, and I could clearly see Lola 's lips moving close to Vicky 's ear. Vicky grinned widely and all of a sudden, four evil eyes looked straight at me.

'' You have to pick, '' Lola said as she jumped up. `` Both is not an alternative. But there 's a catch. ``
'' A huge taking into custody ! '' Vicky screamed. She climbed on the bar and threw herself over it, blindly trusting me to catch her as she fell. `` Your determination will be final. There will be no turning back - ever. Choose wisely, for you will never get to deepen your mind. ``
I was perplexed by the sudden change of laissez passer 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 deal a tiny piece of clothing that I suddenly recognized as a twain of panty. She playfully dropped it on the floor and walked across the bar, but instead of coming directly towards me, she stood behind Vicky and started to unbutton her denim underdrawers. Vicky chuckled and pulled me towards her, sandwiching herself between Lola 's physical structure and mine. She started grinding, moving her hips until her underdrawers could n't grab onto her smooth skin any longer and dropped down on the flooring.

Lola yanked the dishcloth from my hand and threw it around my neck opening, guiding me, and therefore Vicky as well, towards the center of the club. The lights were still hitting the retro discotheque ball hanging from the ceiling, leaving fast-moving, random ray of light of light all over the ground methamphetamine hydrochloride story. Lola sat down and summonned Vicky to dc the same. As I kneeled down behind them, my remaining leg between Vicky 's and the right between Lola 's, my men resting on their lower backs, I started to agnise this was going to be the toughest choice I 'd ever had to take a leak.

'' Quinn ! ``
Lola turns her body around and looks straight at me.
'' No sentence for day-dreaming. I need this. ``
'' No, I need this, '' I hear Vicky call. `` Do me, Quinn ! ``
My eyes move left and powerful in a quick manner. I go over the options once more.

Vicky, possibly the tightest one I will ever get to feel. If I decide she 's the one, one emphatic blow would flap down her physical structure forward and might even make her fall down, which would be the best thing that could go on. In any case, she 'd call from the irregular I 'd enter her to the moment my greasy, slippery rod would slue back out of her. It 's inconceivable to presume that would strike a long time.

Or Lola, the one who knows exactly how to add pleasure to a guy. The initial bang would n't be as big as it would be with Vicky, but it would be absolute perfection. No amount of lube could ever beat out Lola 's natural storey of wetness. I would be able to Ezra Pound her as hard as I physically could, without having to dread for breaking any bones or slamming her into the level.

Should I choose the perfective tense grip, or brittle slightness ? Assured public lavatory, or unbelievable friction ? The best orgasm in the globe, or the sound orgasm in the world ?

Suddenly, my mind straightens up. I could never forgive myself if I chose differently. Everything happens in a quick, fluent chronological succession. I raise my leftfield hand and firmly slap Vicky 's ass. My right arm grabs Lola by the hips and pulls her towards me. Quickly, I unbutton my blue jean and pull my dick out of my boxershorts. It 's only half-hard, but that does n't save me from lining it up with Lola 's body. The moment it reaches its ultimate size and shape, I slam my hips forward. My mouth mime `` sorry ! '' to Vicky as I feel myself getting sucked into Lola 's wet slit. Vicky regroups and sits next to Lola, guiding our dead body away from each early and back. With every driving force, my balls slap Lola, though I highly doubt she even notices. She screams and calls out random syllables. I up the speed and, more importantly, the effect with which I pound her. My body crushes hers, every solidus pushes her forward and closer to the level.

I can finger it coming, but I ca n't be bothered to discourage either Vicky or Lola. My brain is set on pulling Lola 's hips towards me as grueling as I can, whilst jamming my consistency into hers. The last few snow are concentrated than any before. Lola screams loudly and urges me to keep back going, but it 's too late. In a final examination instant of extreme luxuria, I grab Vicky 's head teacher and lay it down onto Lola 's butt. I yank my hawkshaw out and moments later, a warm, gooey wave of cum realm on Vicky 's impudence and trickle down onto Lola 's peel. More waves follow, they do n't stop until more than half of Vicky 's face and a big part of Lola 's buttocks are covered in a sticky liquidity. Only when I start to notice I 'm getting easy again, I sit back, exhausted.

Talk about gorgeous opinion. Lola 's half-naked body, with pool of cum spread all over it, and above it Vicky 's surprised grimace, one eye shut, her buttock completely covered, a brassy line of cum clinging to her Kuki-Chin. I look at it, smile widely for a brief bit, then think, and keep open thinking ...

What if I had picked Vicky ?