Earlier, with Helen and Sofia

When the group had split up, Sofia linked arms with Helen and led her off into the town. Helen looked around suspiciously. It seemed like a pretty rough neighbourhood they were passing through, with several dilapidated buildings and some shifty looking people hanging about.

She was also feeling very self conscious. She could feel several eyes watching her and worried that her thong bikini might be visible through the light material of the summer dress she was wearing. To her surprise, the attention made her feel a mixture of emotions. On the one hand, it was demeaning to be eyed up like a piece of meat. On the other hand, she knew she looked damn hot and the thought of random strangers checking out her sweet ass was not entirely unpleasant…

As she was musing on this, Sofia came to a stop. Helen looked around, and saw they were standing outside a tattoo parlor! She gave Sofia an incredulous look. “Um, why are we stopping here?”

Sofia smiled conspiratorially at her. “Come on Helen. Why not get a discrete little tattoo. I imagine it would drive your husband wild!”

Helen only stared at her. “I really don’t think so, Sofia. Tattoos are so…trashy.”

That was certainly how Helen felt, and it was not something she had ever considered. She knew tattoos were increasingly commonplace and fashionable, but they just weren’t her style. And how would her colleagues at the school react if she showed up with some ink when she got back from her vacation? It was an absurd thought.

But then she had a flash-back to her dream from the previous night, with every inch of her naked flesh being branded with intricate occult symbols, and she felt an involuntary shiver of excitement which she quickly fought to suppress.

She shook her head as if to clear it of these unwanted thoughts. “No, I really couldn’t. It would cause trouble for me at work.”

Sofia smiled seductively. “It can’t cause trouble if no-one sees it.” She turned her back to Helen and reached up, lifting her luxurious black hair, revealing the back of her neck. There Helen could see an elaborate symbol etched in black, which looked exquisite, but vaguely sinister.

“That’s beautiful Sofia, but no. It’s really not me.”

Sofia muttered under her breath as she let her hair fall. “Not yet, perhaps. But it soon will be.”

She turned back to Helen with a bright smile. “Oh well, just a thought! Let’s got for a drink instead. There’s a bar I know just round the corner.”

Linking arms with Helen once more, she swept her along the street and round a corner. Sure enough, there was a bar, and a particularly sleazy looking one. The place didn’t look very clean, grungy rock music was playing from within, and there were some dubious looking characters hanging about outside. Most of them seemed to be bikers, and one loutish character seemed to be the leader. He sat at a table outside the bar and was surrounded by a small harem of ‘rock chick’ types, who wore a variety of scandalously trashy outfits.

One in particular was leaning over the biker with her back to Helen, wearing ripped jeans that were tight. VERY tight. There was no way the young woman was wearing panties, unless she wore a thong, just like the one Helen was wearing. The gorgeous MILF found herself looking with admiration at the broad, smooth curves of the ass clad it its skin-tight denim. God, the little slut looked hot.

Helen shook her head, dispelling the strange thoughts again. “Oh Sofia, this really isn’t my kind of place either!”

Sofia patted Helen’s hand. “I think you really need to broaden your horizons a little, Helen.” As she spoke, she gazed into Helen’s eyes and there was something commanding about what she said. Despite her reservations, Helen allowed herself to be led inside the noisy, dingy dive.

Finding a corner table, the pair took a seat, and Sofia gestured at a waitress who sauntered over. Helen noted the tight crop-top she wore and the tiny cut-off denim short shorts that left half of her ass on display.

“Two of the usual,” she said, and the waitress nodded and turned back to the bar. “She smiled at Helen. “They know me here.”

“And what’s ‘the usual’?” Helen asked.

“Just a little cocktail of my own creation. I call it a Fallen Angel. I think you’ll like it.”

Helen looked around the bar, at the various unsavoury characters who lurked in the dark corners, and her ears were assaulted by the loud rock music. She and Sofia certainly weren’t going to be able to talk much, unless they shouted.

As she looked around her, she noticed with dismay that the sleazy biker and his bevy of trashy sluts had followed them into the bar, and they were taking seats in a corner booth. He looked over and his eyes met Helen’s. He smirked lewdly at her, and she looked away quickly.

“Oh Sofia, isn’t there somewhere else we can go?” she called across the table.

Sofia leaned over and smiled. “Just try to live a little, Helen.”

She then looked over at the bar where their cocktails were being prepared. She gave a barely perceptible nod to the barmaid, who nodded in response then reached under the counter and produced a small vial of clear liquid. Looking over and making sure Helen wasn’t watching, she poured a small quantity of the liquid into the beautiful tourist’s cocktail.

Helen’s attention was taken by the awful biker, who was now getting to his feet, and heading over towards her and Sofia!

He took his time strolling over to them with an arrogant swagger, then leaned down, his hands resting on the table between the two gorgeous women. Helen looked at his broad, muscled arms and the various tattoos that adorned them. Each of his wrists was bound with a leather band with small metal studs. For some reason, this caused Helen to feel another rush of unwanted arousal.

He leered down at Helen and spoke in a gruff voice. “Can I get you lovely ladies a drink?”

Sofia smiled up at him. Helen was surprised to see how relaxed the exotic woman was in the presence of this lout. “We’ve got two coming, thanks, but you can pay for them if you like.”

The lout looked down at her. Helen was sure they shared a knowing glance but it was over so fast she couldn’t be sure. “My pleasure.” He stepped away from the table and spoke to the waitress as she approached, then threw down a bundle of dollars onto the tray she was carrying. On the tray were two cocktails, which seemed to contain a mixture of a deep purple and pinkish red liquids. They certainly looked fruity and interesting, Helen thought!

“Your Fallen Angels, ladies.” The waitress placed the drinks in front of the two women then departed.

Sofia raised her glass and took a sip. Helen hesitated slightly, then lifted hers and sniffed it warily. The cocktail gave off a rich, fruity aroma and also had the unmistakable smell of high alcoholic content. Helen was about to object to drinking such strong liquor so early in the day, then realized she was being an awful prude. Maybe Sofia was right, and she should try to let her hair down a little. She was on vacation, after all. With a slight shrug, she took a sip.

Her eyes widened slightly. The taste was delicious, although she couldn’t quite place it. Sweet, rich, deep, and intoxicating. Helen licked her lips then looked across the table at Sofia. “Wow, that’s really something!”

The raven haired beauty finished sipping from her own cocktail and smiled back. “I knew you’d like it once you tried it. Try some more.”

Helen eagerly complied, and as she took a second, longer sip, she could feel the cocktail begin to affect her, and she began to feel slightly light-headed. She could almost see the colors in the room intensify and the edges of shapes start to blur, as a warm feeling swept through her. As she looked across at Sofia, she could almost swear the exotic beauty’s eyes gave off a red glow as she gazed back at her.

Sofia’s smile looked almost wicked and for a moment, Helen almost thought her canines were pointed fangs! She felt another unwanted thrill of excitement and blinked, then felt a strange mixture of relief and disappointment when she saw that the beauty’s teeth were perfect and normal again.

Then Helen was aware that the biker was heading back over towards them. Suddenly he was leaning over the table, his face close to Helen’s ear, the stink of his sweat in her nostrils. She could smell the beer and cigarette smoke on his hot breath as he growled in her ear. “Baby, I’ll bet you fuck like a wild bitch once you get your motor running.”

To her own surprise, this made Helen feel giddy and she let out a snorting laugh, then raised her hand to her mouth to stifle it. She looked across wide-eyed at Sofia for support, but the sultry beauty only smiled back at her with a knowing look.

The next thing Helen knew, the biker had his arm around her narrow waist and was leading her towards the back door of the bar. She walked on unsteady legs and leaned against his hard, muscular body for support. His bevy of sluts was following behind, shouting obscenities at each other and laughing loudly. The whole room seemed to swim around Helen and everything seemed to be lit with a pulsing, purplish light.

The brutish thug slid his hand down from her waist and gripped one of her broad, toned buttocks through the light summer dress. She practically squealed at the sensation as they bustled through the rear exit of the bar, and into the grimy alley outside.