Mary: We are here.
320239: I will text you when it's time to get to work.
Shandi grabbed Mary's hand pulling her hand away from her phone, "Let's do some shots!"
Mary nodded with a smile as Shandi stood waving maniacally to get the less than impressed waitresses' attention, "Two blowjobs."
The waitress rolled her eyes, "Anything else?"
Shandi looked at Mary raising her eyebrow and a grin, "Two Margaritas as well."
The waitress wandered off through the maze of tables.
Looking around, Mary was surprised to see so many women here; small groups of women, not unlike themselves out for a good time, couples and of course hordes of drunk and cheering single men.
An eternity had passed before the waitress finally returned with their drinks. With a clink of their shot glasses, both women swallowed their shots quickly before placing the empty shot glasses on the table.
The volume in the club increased and two dancers took the stage. As the men cheered and jeered to be heard over the music, Mary and Shandi watched the spectacle. Men flopped on the stage with dollar bills in their mouths waiting for the dancers to approach and retrieve the money.
Mary had barely touched her margarita as Shandi's straw sucked the remnants from the bottom of her glass, "Are you going to drink like an old lady all night?" Shandi laughed; it was evident the alcohol was taking effect.
The waitress appeared from the crowd and dropped two more margaritas on the table before turning to slip away.
Mary reached out brushing the waitress' arm, "Excuse me but we didn't order these!"
"Some guys over there bought them. Enjoy!" The waitress feigned a smile and disappeared.
Mary's phone lit up on the table catching her attention. It was a text message:
320239: Finish those drinks and go home...alone
"Who is that?" Shandi strained to see the screen. "You have a man I don't know about?"
Mary decided that was a great cover, "As a matter of fact it is. He wants to meet me tonight."
"Oooh...a booty call!" Shandi laughed heartily before taking a long sip of her second drink.
Shandi's laugh was contagious and Mary couldn't help but join in.
"Would you be mad if I finished my drink and left?" Mary pouted.
Shandi shook her head, "You're just going to leave me here unattended?"
"I'll tell him we can do it another night." Mary picked up her phone.
"Girl, if there is anyone on campus who needs to get laid, it's you." Shandi pushed the phone towards her, "Tell lover boy you will be there. I'll get a cab home."
Mary didn't finish her drink; she just gave Shandi a hug and walked out the door. The cool evening air sobered her senses and she recalled drinking margaritas at the dorm the night she was assaulted; now she finally understood how she was drugged. Picking up her pace she headed around the block to find a taxi.
On the ride home, Mary found herself disappointed the evening had ended for her. In fact, she realized she was disappointed that she was not the one who would be used tonight. As terrible as the situation may have been, she enjoyed the pleasures and her body ached for more. Secretly, she hoped she would be called to service again.
Arriving at her dorm she flopped down on her bed in the silence of the empty room. Mary's mind went to thoughts of Shandi; was Shandi getting stretched open by the beautiful monster that made her buck and scream out in pleasure? Mary reached for her knee and slowly pulled her dress up to her waist until her finger tips touched the band of her panties.
Her fingers caressed the smooth baldness of her mound before dancing over her magic bean; she was already wet. As she touched herself she contemplated texting her assailant and asking him to take her instead. The thought of what they would do to her caused an orgasm to wash over her unannounced. As she held her quivering pussy, she picked up her phone.
Mary: I changed my mind
320239: What?
Mary: Take me instead
320239: That's not how it works Mary
Mary: Please take me instead
There were no more responses from her assailant. The pulse of her heart beat could be felt on her finger tips; she needed some loving badly. Grabbing her phone, Mary dialed her professor's office in hopes of hearing his voice on the answering machine.
"Hello?" Gilles voice had surprise in it.
Mary sat up, startled that he was actually in at this late hour, "Uh... Hi Professor, this is Mary."
"Hi Mary is everything alright?" It was pretty late in the day to be receiving a call from a student. Gilles voice expressed concern,
"No." Mary saddened her voice, "I'm feeling very alone right now, I just wanted to hear a friendly voice."
Gilles was flattered the young woman had thought of him, "I'm glad you called, you know you can always talk to me Mary."