She decides to hang out with James

“A… a drink would be nice…” Jessica answered before she began to wonder if she shouldn’t take it slower. She was under the influence of **** and **** which had already led to her making some bad decisions, resulting in her getting shagged in a men’s room and exposing her holes to a crowd of two dozen men. But instead of speaking up she allowed James to lead her towards the second room. He opened the door and immediately Jessica was hit by a cloud of sweat and weed-smell. “Yo! Guess who’s here!” James shouted as he dragged her into the room.

The room was relatively big, but it was obvious that the Melkweg’s owners had saved a few dollars when they had furnished it. Apart from a mirror and a big cabinet that apparently functioned as a minibar there was a sitting corner with three ugly green couches, where four black men sat and drank and smoked.

Right now all of them stared with wide eyes at her as she awkwardly smiled, her usual self-confidence flushed away by her high. “Hi, guys!” she waved.

“Holy shit!” one of the black men, a muscular, bald guy with a goatee uttered.

“That’s what I said, too,” James grinned before he lightly nudged Jessica from behind, “Go ahead! Get to know each other. They won’t bite… I think. I’ll fix ya a drink!”

Shyly she approached the men, who stood up, each one greeting her with a hug. Unlike James these four were in top shape, athletic, and Jessica could feel their bulking muscles against her chest as she hugged them. Nervously she sat down next to the goatee-man, who had introduced himself as Beezy. She was running around with her cunt soaking her panties and now she was sitting in a room alone with five big, black men. A shudder ran through her body as she felt how she was the undisputed center of attention.

One of the guys, a young man who had introduced himself only as ‘D’, lit up a joint and took a puff before handing the blunt to her. “Try this,” he urged, “Best shit ever!”

Jessica hesitated. Everyone was looking at her in expectation and she felt the peer pressure, so instead of doing the smart thing she took a drag. “More… more…” D told her until Jessica felt like her lungs would burst, “Now hold it!”

Jessica obliged, fighting the urge to breathe. With wide eyes she looked at the men who watched her with interest. She felt her face become redder and redder, her cheeks bulging until finally, after twenty seconds, she spluttered out a thick cloud of smoke, making the men cheer.

“Holy fuck!” she gasped, catching her breath while Beezy took the blunt from her hand, laughing.

“Good job, Jessica!” he commended her with a wink before taking a drag, “Always nice when a bitch can hold her breath!”

The men laughed and Jess, unsure how to react to the brash comment, smiled. Then James came back, dropping heavily down on the couch between her and D and handed her a glass of Red Bull. She took a sip and pulled a face, tasting the strong tang of ****. That was at least fifty percent vodka!

“We was hoping you’d come!” Lamarck, a guy in his late teens with short dread locks grinned, winking at her. His buddy Ty nodded. Jessica thought he looked scary, a big scar on his right cheek and a mean look in his eyes, even though he did his best to smile.

“Thanks… I’m glad to be here!” she answered, taking another big sip of her Vodka Energy.

“That’s it, sista!” James laughed and nudged her with his elbow, “Down that shit!”

Jessica giggled. She liked the fat man. With the others she wasn’t sure, especially with Beezy. She felt uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her, but with the way her head was floating right now she was caring less and less.