2 for 1

Blayne turned on the stool and looked out at the room. The two men that had been feeling each other up on the pool table were gone, sadly. The group of four that had been playing darts had taken over the pool table. She scanned the room, looking for two that looked like they’d be willing to play with her. The three playing foosball were her best bet, and the best looking. She didn’t really want three, but wouldn’t argue.

Blayne headed for the group of three men at the foosball table. The one that had been only watching the others play was completely naked save for a simple collar with what looked like a leash hanging from it. He was also noticeably aroused. The other two just wore blue jeans and no shirts. Even as she approached the group left the table and headed to the area near the dartboard.

She took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders before she sauntered up and leaned against the high table nearby. “Did you guys need another to play partners?”

Three pairs of eyes turned to her and just stared. Finally the one whose back she had been ogling earlier smiled and stepped forward. “Well, boys, it looks like we have a trespasser.”

The naked guy sneered at her. “Hell, if I wanted to see women I woulda stayed at home with my worthless fuckin’ wife.”

The first guy reached out to her and boldly cupped her breast. “Now, Perce, don’t go and run her off. That won’t be no fun.”

Blayne looked up from where his thumb was rubbing the swell of her breast. “Excuse me. Hands off for now.”

He grinned, and didn’t remove his hand. “I figured if Dutch over there was gonna provide entertainment he wouldn’tna picked a woman, but I c’n work with it. You’re a pretty fuckin’ fly.”

“I’m not entertainment,” she began only to gasp when his fingers dug into her.

“You are now.” His one hand was suddenly digging into her throat and pressing her down, while his other was pulling at his fly. “Been a while since I had lips that red wrapped around my cock.”

Blayne realized she was in some serious trouble here. She was in a roomful of men who would probably watch and cheer her getting raped. And she had walked into it!! “Let go of me!” She pulled at the hand squeezing off her air supply, but he refused to let go and she dropped to her knees to ease the pressure.

“That’s a good bitch. Now, open up and suck it like a good girl.” As he spoke he freed his dick and it nearly slapped her in the face as it sprang eagerly forward. He thrust his hips forward and she felt the hot stickiness of the pre-cum on his dick against her tightly closed lips.

When she turned her head away he grabbed her hair and yanked her against him. She whimpered in pain, but resolutely kept her mouth shut.

“My bitch causing problems here?”

Blayne turned her head towards the sound of the familiar voice, causing her hair to pull painfully again.

“Levi, don’t even fuck with this. She wanted some fun and I’m gonna give it to her,” answered the man who held her.

Silence from Big guy, Levi. Tears burned her vision as she realized that the guy that had come to her aid was this one. He hadn't been pleased with her presence from the start, and now his silence scared her. Was he giving up on her?

Finally he spoke again and she nearly sighed in relief. “She came in with us and she’ll be leaving with us. Now let her go.”

A staring contest ensued and finally after what felt like hours she was released. She rose easily to her feet and stared at the man that had held her.

“Don’t look at me, bitch. You’re lucky these two decided to claim you or we woulda passed ya around. Stupid bitch coming in here.” His words trailed off as he turned to his friends with a smile. He was redoing his pants and Blayne just watched him for a minute.

He looked back at her as she lifted her hand to wipe the salty taste of his pre-cum from her lips. She looked down at her hand and then back up at him.

He just sneered at her, “You want some more, bitch?”

Blayne’s movement was a blur. Blood spurted from his nose as it crunched from her fist slamming into it, and then hands were grabbing her, pulling her away. She struggled against the rough hands holding her and swung her foot, connecting with the would-be rapist’s crotch. He went down hard, all 200+ pounds of him, howling and clutching his injured gonads.

The room erupted in the sounds of shouts and yelling. Blayne was one of them. “Let go of me! I’m gonna rip his dick off!”

An arm clamped around her, effectively pinning her arms to her sides. She swore she heard a chuckle before the rough sound of Big guy’s voice was in her ear. “Settle your little ass down.” He grunted as she kicked him in her struggle to get loose and then she could barely breath as he squeezed her tighter, hauling her up against him.

Bald guy was before her as Big guy dragged her back. The bartender was yelling at them to get her out of there, and not to bring their bitch back. Then they were in the dimly lit hallway before the entrance and she heard Bear’s voice.

“What’d they do to the little lady?” he asked as he unlocked the door.

Bald guy laughed, “You mean what she did to them.” This sent him into another peal of laughter.

“Fucking let go of me!” Blayne yelled. She yelped when Levi did just that, turning with her and shoving her through the door and out onto the sidewalk. Both he and Bald guy followed her out and Bear stepped into the door way, effectively blocking it.

“Little lady, I told you you’d be offendin’ someone,” Bear said as he stared down at her over his massive crossed arm, but she saw the hint of a smile.

“Offend them! The fucker tried to shove his dick in my mouth! He’s lucky he’s still got the pathetic little thing,” she ranted. She paced towards Bear and then took a step back to look up at him.

He openly grinned at her. She heard a chuckle coming from Bald guy, and even Levi was smiling.

“Uh!! Fine! I’m going! But I hope I broke his fucking nose!” She headed off down the street and only stopped when Bear called after her.

“Lady, you punched out one of the guys? Oh, that’s just fuckin’ funny.” He proceeded to back up the claim with a good loud laugh.

Blayne turned back, several yards away now. “No, I didn’t punch him out. Didn’t ya hear him yellin’ like a fuckin’ baby?” Then she couldn’t contain the grin as Bear went off laughing again, leaning against the doorframe.

“Oh, lady, you do need a dick, cuz you got one hell of a set of balls on ya,” Bear managed to get out while still laughing.

Blayne shook her head at the three of them still chuckling in the street. She pulled one foot back and did a little curtsy, raising an imaginary skirt that was much longer than her real one, then turned and walked away.

Blayne sat with her hand on the key in its place in the ignition for a long minute. Well, shit! She wanted to get out and stomp around and yell and throw things! Tonight hadn’t worked out quite as she had hoped. The bartender was right she needed to stick safely to porno, and the internet. She’d gone stupid to come down here. If that asshole had caught her outside she’d probably be dead in the nearest alley by now.

But, oh! She’d seen enough eye-candy in one night to fuel her trashy little dreams for weeks. She smiled slyly at the memory of the man’s fingers disappearing into his friend’s crack. And the physiques! Weren’t gay men supposed to be thin and sissified? Obviously not! The men she had seen this night, even the one who had forced her to her knees had been incredibly well made.

Thinking of the Neanderthal who had ruined her plans fired her temper again and she started and revved the engine. Now she’d have to return home to another night spent with her computer and a vibrator or two.

She pulled out into the street and revved the engine again, forcing the tires to spin and smoke on the asphalt. She let off the clutch and was just starting to tear down the street when a body stepped into her path. She gasped and stomped both feet on the brake. The car slid to a stop barely inches from running down Levi.

She hit the button for the window and was yelling before it had gotten halfway down. “Get the fuck outta the street!”

He stood motionless for a moment and then walked towards her open window. “You’re quitting just like that?” came his quiet question.

Blayne stared up at him. “Quit? No, I’m not quitting. But if I have to get raped to get what I want then there’s obviously an easier way.”

He chewed his lip and nodded slowly at her.

“Now back off. You’re fucking tall enough when I’m standing, I don’t need a crick in my neck.”

Blayne almost smiled at the instant reaction. Had she pushed the magic button? As soon as she said the words he dropped to his haunches, his hands on the edge of her door. “What are you looking for?”

She smiled, “I think that’s pretty fuckin’ obvious.”

He smirked a bit and then asked, “Why?”

Blayne just stared at him for a moment. “I don’t know,” she said quietly. “It turns me on beyond belief. I want to be part of that, but I’m not a fucking guy!”

He raised a brow and his eyes dropped to the swell of her breasts. “Yeah, I noticed.” His eyes met hers again and he just stared at her for a moment. “But why can’t you just go get two straight guys?”

Blayne smiled slightly. This guy that was damn near twice her size had let one of his biggest fears slip with that tiny question. A fear she imagined every gay man would have after the fact of his sexual preferences was revealed. The question was there, and the bravado, but so was that little bit of fear and uncertainty. For one second her more girly instincts made her want to hug him, to hold him. Though ironically that was the very last thing that would help him, and then she’d most likely lose this seed of an opportunity. She spoke instead, “Two men together is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. And my brain’s stuck on the theory if one man is good, two must be better.”

He must have seen her moment of hesitation, that tiny softening, for his eyes narrowed at her. “You know they have names for women like you.”

Blayne almost growled in frustration, “Whatever. Thanks for what you did, but I’m going then. I’ll just have to be content masturbating to my computer. Have a good night.” She revved the engine again and let the car inch forward.

“You back down so fast.”

Blayne’s eyes narrowed at the street before her. She knew he was trying to piss her off, and she actually liked it. Her temper didn’t allow her reservations to cause her to hesitate. She did what she felt, what she wanted, what she needed.

She jerked up the emergency break and pushed the door open, aggravated that he’d seen it coming and stepped out of the way. Standing before him she glared up at him. “What do you want? Begging? I don’t do that.”

He just smirked at her.

Blayne reacted. She stepped forward and grabbed him. Nails digging into the solid muscle of his neck pulled him down a bit, but she still had to tiptoe to reach him. She forced her tongue into his mouth. His large hand was on her side at her waist, though he touched her in no other way. She sucked at his tongue and then it was meeting hers willingly, pushing forward into her. The click of their tongue rings meeting caused her to smile. She pulled away and moved her mouth to his ear, licking it roughly. Then she whispered, “I want you. And if you lick my ass, I’ll lick yours and his, you big fucker.”

He pulled away from her, releasing her to look down at her with that smirk of a smile, “You got quite an argument there.”

Bald guy stepped out into the street to join them, standing to the side of her, and she felt tiny compared to their thick wide bodies. “Are we doing something here?” Bald guy asked.

Blayne smiled, “Besides blocking the street?” She turned her head to look up at Levi. “That’s up to you. I’ll bring the lube, you bring yourselves.”

Bald guy blinked at her several times in surprise. “Always liked people being forward, but . . .” He smiled as he let the sentence trail off.

The two guys looked at each other, seeming to have a conversation with just their eyes. Finally Bald guy spoke, “You wanna taste of that?”

Levi shrugged, “I’m game if you are.”

Bald guy nodded and his lip curled into a smile as he looked back at Blayne, “Yeah, I think I’ll have me some.”

Blayne arched a brow at him, “I’m not a menu.”

“You are now,” he said with a grin. As if on cue Levi stepped forward. His hand gripped the D-ring on her collar and forced her head back as his other dropped to her skirt. With the skirt being so mini and his hand being so big it didn’t take more than a gentle press and the curl of his fingers for him to touch her.

Backed up against the car she moaned softly as his rough fingers slid over her slick folds, her lack of panties giving him undeterred access to her.

His face was directly before hers, again only touching her with his hands. “Ah, yeah, you like that. Turned you on to see all those men on each other, didn’t it?” She couldn’t answer and figured he really didn’t expect her to. His fingers dug in deeper, almost hurting. He penetrated her very slightly and then rubbed her roughly again. “You’re dripping. You love us wanting to fuck each other more than you, don’t ya?”

Blayne gasped at his brutal treatment, and then groaned as he pulled his hand from her just as quickly as he had put it there. That little smirk that was becoming familiar was on his face as he wiped his hand on his jeans, leaving a noticeably dark spot. “Let’s go.”