Meet His Mates

As we walk into his flat, I'm greeted by several men, around his age. I blink, realizing it's just as bright in here as it was outside. I'm led to the kitchen area, where they have recently opened up a bottle of spirits and had some glasses out. "Isn't it a bit early for that?" he jokes.

One of them raising his glance in my direction says, "It wouldn't be needed if I thought you find a special as hot as that one. I wonder if she'd fancy having a glass with us. Or is she too timid to drink with real men?", With that, I heard chuckling come from them, and I walk my way over to the island at the center of the bar, sitting down on one of the stools there, between two of his mates, and picked up a glass. I held it up to him, and said, "I'll try some, whatever it is you're drinking there. I'm not going to sit this one out. I feel an arm grab me, his hand sliding onto me near my bust, as he says, 'Thataway!', kissing me on the neck before sitting back down.

I watch as my tumbler is filled with some form of alcoholic beverage. It's think, with a large amount of foam. It has a dusky smell to it, intruding me further. I lift up the cup, take a swallow, and feel it turn in my mouth, sending a fire down my thought as I swallow. I cough a few times, bringing laughter from them in response. I watch as the man who brought me here, their skipper, sits down not too far from me, a smile on his face.

I take another swallow of their drink then, more prepared for it now than before. Son, we're chatting and having a good time, More than a few hands find their way to me throughout, groping, slapping, or squeezing at me, as more beverage is imbibed. Quickly I find myself starting at the bottom of my cup, and just as quickly see it refilled.

I pause, wondering how this will turn out. I'm one of the guys now, or do they make a move on me?