The alley is scary, but…

“Definitely don’t want to go get gang **** that’s for sure. Don’t have the gag anymore, anyway.” You say and tuck your phone into the jacket pocket. “Oh, it’s the o ring gag.” You pull it out and stare at it. Holding it in your hand with the phone, you look at it for answers, but you aren’t exactly sure how one might order a ride after midnight. “Hmm, if they are really fans, they might give me a ride to my car. Seems a little risky. I could just go talk to Ginger. The image of her sliding into your ass makes your cock tingle.

A man’s voice calls out, “How much for a lap dance sweet thing?”

“Oh I’m not a dancer, I’m just waiting for a friend.”

“You should be.” He yells back, then continues to walk away.

You stare at your phone. It only takes a few minutes to order a ride, sadly it is $80 and you only have the money in your new account that you can’t seem to pay for the ride with. “Rats.” They click off the open sign in the window. Your phone reminds you it is nearly 2am. “I guess I can see if the guys will give me a ride.”

You make your way to the alley and call out, “Guys.” No response. It seems so hot all of a sudden. You pull off the jacket and drape it over your left arm, the one holding your phone. You gently squeeze the gag in your right hand, slowly clenching and relaxing as you cautiously walk down the alley. “Guys?” No response.

A few more steps. From the shadow you hear a voice whisper, “Holy shit, it’s her, it’s Lexi. She wants the **** fantasy. She really does. You were totally right Carl.”

Another voice. “No, look, she isn’t wearing the gag. We aren’t fake **** someone unless we are absolutely certain they want it.”

A third person calls out, “You aren’t wearing the gag. You are wearing the bondage stuff. Mixed messages aren’t cool. Why are you here?”

You start to turn around, the first voice barks, “No looking, we’re like criminals and stuff. You can’t see our faces. Just tell us why you are in the alley.”