Damn.
It 's tough to choose, almost unimaginable. Why do I have to foot myself ? Why do I keep finding myself in seat like this ? I 'm trapped between the daemon and the deep blue sea. Between a rock and roll and a heavily place. Between Vicky and Lola.

Lola 's on the right field. Her closely blue cocktail garb covers well-nigh of her hips, though expose a thin bed of picket skin in the soma of a piece of underclothing. Her back is arched, like a stretching cat, her munition flat on the story before her. I ca n't see her face, but I 'm fairly sure her eyes are closed, and I imagine her biting her broken sassing as I slide my hand up her leg.

The evening started like every other one would do. As a barkeep in a large guild in the middle of town, I know well-nigh of the habitue 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 brotherlike feud at the pool table. Some of the local had taken their usual place at the bar. They were getting set for the crowd to get in. Students, a lot of students. And tourists. Mix the two together and add large amounts of alcohol, and all underworld break of serve loose.

The club is notorious for its tardily nighttime hassle. Just week ago, two men got shot when they unknowingly attacked one of the member of a biker bunch. We have n't seen a night without thrown and broken Methedrine for over a year. One of the bathroom carrell is n't connected to the water supply web, its exclusive purpose is to offer sanctuary for newly created distich greedy enough not to be able to wait until they get habitation. It 's not the classiest place in town - but it sure is the funnest.

On the left field is Vicky. She 's a true featherweight, I highly doubt she 's reaching triple digits. Every gram of fat has gathered in her chest, giving her the high-pitched boob-to-weight ratio I 've ever encountered. Her size makes it near impossible for her panties to delay where they are, which explains why it has n't at all been hard to slide them aside a few inch. Her hands rest period on her downhearted backrest.

On an average night, it 's Lola who comes in first, gauging the crowd before she starts her hunt, but today, Vicky was early. She sat at the bar and sipped from her diet C, her usual starter. As the bunch grew larger, Vicky got more and more surrounded. Her pretty font and petite consistence always made her a wanted conversation partner - be it usually with other intentions. Because Vicky never takes drinks from a stranger - it 's a bad, bad estimate in berth like this - I get to front her in the eyes about every thirty proceedings. I never saw anything special, until the very end of the evening.

Lola pushes her body up and throws her head back. She looks at me with her upside down centre and wiggles her rose hip.
'' Make up your creative thinker, Quinn, '' she says.
She almost sounds tempestuous, or perhaps frustrated is a better term.
My fingerbreadth run over her back, crossing the boundary between dress and pelt. I slam my manus into her decently buttock and make for sure my thumb commonwealth right between the brass. The wet grabs my tegument and holds on tight, luring my finger into her secret alley.

Lola came in just in meter to see Bobby win a middling sum of his own money back at the slot machine. I was n't surprised to see she was one of the get-go to support next to him and to collect a drink from the plate he bought with his earnings. After she snuck in a bit one, she left him for the others. Bobby was n't the type of guy she was after. She needed more financial security measures, she wanted to be surely she would get pledge without spending a penny, and hopefully leave behind her victim 's place tomorrow with a wallet or another kind of souvenir.

eventide Vicky is getting impatient. Without turning her head, she starts to mumble.
'' semen on, Quinn, '' I hear her say. `` The suspense is killing me. ``
'' Quinn, '' Lola adds, `` it 's time. Do or die. ``
I ca n't determine.

As the visitor count started to fall for the inaugural sentence tonight, Lola gave up. Her succeeder rate was incredibly high, but tonight, things just did n't work out for her. Every guy she tried to make was either happily married, or did n't feel like spending large total of money just to get laid. Of course, she could ingest just gone domicile with someone anyway, but that was n't Lola 's style. She sat down at the bar an ordered a strong, toxic-looking liqueur. She watched the bunch slowly disappear into the non-white night, keeping an eye on the door in sheath 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 ace tongue that came close to hers. The guys around her laughed, not knowing not a undivided one would go dwelling with her tonight.

The finish customers dawdled around the wardrobe, not overly willing to go home just yet. Once again, I had to force the out-of-order bathroom stall open in order to get a sweaty and oleaginous couplet out. When I came back, only a handful of people were still in the building : two coworkers, who were also getting ready to call in it a day, a few slothful drunks, and both Vicky and Lola. I told my workfellow I could cover closing up by myself, and as they took the remainder of the visitant outside, it was just me and the two gorgeous, wino, drugged and sleepy girls sitting at neighbor potty.

'' Guess I 'm gon na consume to fuck the both of you tonight, huh, '' I bragged.
Loud laughter behind me. The amount of sentence either one of us three had made a intimate reference about one another was innumerable, yet no such thing had ever occured between Lola and me or Vicky and me, and I highly doubted they had done anything standardised 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 silence was only seeming, as Lola 's head 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 eye looked straight at me.

'' You have to pick, '' Lola said as she jumped up. `` Both is not an option. But there 's a haul. ``
'' A vast gimmick ! '' Vicky screamed. She climbed on the bar and threw herself over it, blindly trusting me to catch her as she fell. `` Your decision will be final. There will be no turning back - ever. Choose wisely, for you will never get to switch your judgement. ``
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 helping hand a tiny opus of clothing that I suddenly recognized as a pair of panty. She playfully dropped it on the base and walked across the bar, but instead of coming directly towards me, she stood behind Vicky and started to unbutton her denim boxershorts. Vicky chuckled and pulled me towards her, sandwiching herself between Lola 's soundbox and mine. She started grinding, moving her articulatio coxae until her shorts could n't grab onto her placid skin any longer and dropped down on the floor.

Lola yanked the dishcloth from my hand and threw it around my neck opening, guiding me, and therefore Vicky as well, towards the midsection of the guild. The ignitor were still hitting the retro disco ball hanging from the cap, leaving fast-moving, random light beam of clear all over the ground glass floor. Lola sat down and summonned Vicky to dc the same. As I kneeled down behind them, my left leg between Vicky 's and the right between Lola 's, my manus resting on their lower book binding, I started to substantiate this was going to be the baffling selection I 'd ever had to make.

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

Vicky, possibly the mingy one I will ever get to feel. If I decide she 's the one, one emphatic blow would slam her body forward and might even make her fall down, which would be the best thing that could happen. In any typeface, she 'd scream from the second I 'd recruit her to the bit my greasy, slippery rod would slide back out of her. It 's insufferable to adopt that would take a farseeing time.

Or Lola, the one who knows exactly how to lend pleasure to a guy. The initial blast would n't be as big as it would be with Vicky, but it would be absolute flawlessness. No measure of lube could ever pound Lola 's natural degree of wetness. I would be capable to pound sign her as firmly as I physically could, without having to fear for breaking any ivory or slamming her into the floor.

Should I choose the perfect grip, or brittle slenderness ? Assured widget, or unbelievable friction ? The skillful coming in the world, or the best 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 sequence. I raise my left helping hand and firmly bang Vicky 's backside. My right arm grabs Lola by the hips and pulls her towards me. Quickly, I unbutton my blue jean and pull my putz out of my boxershorts. It 's only half-hard, but that does n't keep me from lining it up with Lola 's body. The instant it reaches its ultimate size and frame, I slam my rosehip forward. My lip mime `` dismal ! '' to Vicky as I feel myself getting sucked into Lola 's wet slit. Vicky regroups and sits next to Lola, guiding our eubstance away from each former and back. With every thrust, my orb slap Lola, though I highly doubt she even notices. She screams and calls out random syllables. I up the pep pill and, more importantly, the force-out with which I pound her. My eubstance crushes hers, every stroke pushes her forward and closer to the floor.

I can palpate it coming, but I ca n't be bothered to warn either Vicky or Lola. My mind is set on pulling Lola 's rosehip towards me as hard as I can, whilst jamming my body into hers. The hold up few shock are punishing than any before. Lola screams loudly and urges me to keep going, but it 's too recent. In a final instant of utmost lecherousness, I grab Vicky 's drumhead and lay it down onto Lola 's cigarette. I yank my putz out and moments later, a warm, gooey moving ridge of cum estate on Vicky 's brass and drip mould down onto Lola 's tegument. Sir Thomas More waves follow, they do n't check until more than half of Vicky 's face and a expectant part of Lola 's ass are covered in a sticky liquid. Only when I start to notice I 'm getting soft again, I sit back, exhausted.

talk about gorgeous vista. Lola 's half-naked body, with puddles of cum spread all over it, and above it Vicky 's surprised face, one eye shut, her cheeks completely covered, a tacky line of descent of cum clinging to her chin. I look at it, smile widely for a brief minute, then think, and keep intellection ...

What if I had picked Vicky ?