She has a Drink with the Boys

Max turned to Sketchy when he didn’t answer and found him barely conscious leaning heavily against the wall.

“Huh,” Sketchy sputtered out seeing Max glare at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he shook his head looking around. “In my room, just let me take a piss. Have a drink with the guys.”

Sketchy stumbled past her towards his bathroom and Max turned towards the where the two men were seated. One drink wouldn't hurt then she would leave…

She grabbed a bottle of beer from the almost empty crate and twisted the cap off before dropping into the empty spot on the couch next to Trip. She took a big gulp of beer before she turned her head to find the big man looking at her, a buzzed grin on his face.

“What’s up?” she asked rather to break the silence than to make conversation.

“You’re fucking hot!” the idiot grinned, a heavy smell of beer reeking from his mouth.

Max suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. “Thanks,” she muttered, catching the athletic dude smirk from the corner of her eye. She took another big sip, keen to empty the bottle as soon as possible. Sketchy had told her to “have a drink”, so once she finished this one she could get some distance between herself and this wannabe.

“M… my boy Sketch is totally into you,” Trip slurred, failing to read her signals, “Though I gotta say: would be a shame to waste a fucking babe like yourself on his dumb ass!”

Max gave him a short, polite smile before looking over at Jimmy, hoping for rescue. The guy seemed to be the least drunk of the trio, but apparently he also wasn’t interested in being her knight in shining armor, instead he watched the show with a grin. Frustrated she took another huge swig from the bottle. Almost empty…

“A tight thing like you would be far better off with a guy like me…”

“Hmm…” Max mumbled. So far nothing resembling an order! Just a few more seconds!

She raised her bottle and downed the remains of her beer.

“Damn, shorty” Trip grinned, “You know how to party!” He got up, the worn-down couch squeaking as it was released from his weight. “Come here!” he grinned offering her his hand, “Let’s dance!”

Max cursed inwardly as her body registered the command and immediately followed. She had been so close! Hiding her frustration she stood and followed the big guy, stepping clear of the couch and the makeshift table while Jimmy lit a cigarette and just watched, surprised his friend hadn’t been shot down.

The music that blared out of Sketchy’s crappy speakers was old, pre-pulse gangsta rap, hard on the beat. To her relief her body took none of the rapper’s lines as orders to her, which saved her a bit of trouble for now. Trip began dancing, though his dance skills were less than impressive. The booze in combination with his large frame made sure he wouldn’t move graciously, so he constricted himself to bobbing from one foot to the other while snapping his fingers from time to time.

Max body joined him, though contrary to him she felt her body immediately getting taken by the rhythm, using it to guide her movements as she started to get into it. She was a born dancer, blessed with grace.

She danced at arm’s length away from him, keeping a little distance as she danced, doing her best to avoid his eyes so she wouldn’t give any signals. She liked dancing, liked music; it allowed her to relax! She felt her mind shut down a little, her panic settle as she let herself sink into the tune her body twitching and jerking in perfect sync with the beat.

Then she made a mistake. She turned around!

For the first second she was relieved to be able to face away from her partner inconspicuously, but then she heard his slurry voice. “Yeah, baby, shake that ass!”

Before Max knew what was happening her dancing style turned a whole lot more provocative, her hips beginning to wiggle from side to side in a brazen way that Max usually would have never chosen. ‘Fuck’ she thought.

“Fuck!” was also what Trip said, though what he felt was completely different. Amazed he watched the girl’s tight ass bob about in her cargo pants for him, giving him an alluring show. He had taken her for a little bit of a prude and had already been surprised when she accepted his invitation to dance. Maybe all she needed was a little incentive…

Encouraged he stepped closer to Max, his eyes fixed on her butt that shook around seductively and gently grabbed her hips. Max’ eyes widened in shock, but she did nothing to stop the man as he slowly grinded his crotch against her behind. She gasped when she felt a thick, hardening shaft press against her through a few thin layers of clothing, lodging herself between her buttocks.

“That feel good, shorty?” Trip drunkenly whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her neck, “Tell me you love it!”

“I love it!” Max felt her cheeks blush as she heard him snigger, her breath hitching as Trip’s big paws travelled from her hips around over the warm, bare skin of her tummy, pulling her even closer. This guy creeped her out! She wanted to get away. What she did instead was rubbing her butt over his growing bulge, dancing like a slut.

Trip grinned like an idiot. His lame move on the hot chick had fully paid out despite what even he himself had expected. At this rate, he didn’t see why he should restrict himself. He wanted to see how far he could take this!

Rubbing himself up against her from behind he enjoyed the feeling of her smooth skin beneath his fingertips, her warmth incredibly enticing. He slowly began to draw bigger patterns across her abs, the circles getting bigger, even slightly creeping beneath her top, caressing the curve of her lower ribs. “Let me feel these tits!” he growled, feeling the horniness clearing his drunkenness a little.

He expected a protest, giving her a second to object, not knowing that she didn’t have that luxury, before his hands lingered upwards. Max bit her lower lip and stared blankly into space as she felt his hands slide up beneath her shirt, eagerly finding her soft mounds.

Trip sniggered as his hands cupped her breasts, surprised by the lack of fabric “No bra?” he sniggered, his fingers quickly finding her little nipples, tweaking them, “Tell the truth, shorty: did you come here to fuck my man Sketchy?”

Max squeezed her eyes shut, trying to bite her lips to keep it from happening. “Yes,” she answered truthfully.

Surprised Trip stepped back, even letting go of those nice, perky tits. He had been joking… “Then why did you let me feel you up?” he asked.

‘Shut the fuck up, you stupid cow!’ a voice in Max’ head screamed. “Because you told me so!” She was still dancing, still shaking her ass for the dumbfounded man.

Trip let out an incredulous laugh, glancing over to Jimmy, who looked just as surprised as he was. “Wow…” Trip stuttered, “Shorty, you are probably the most shameless slut I have ever met! Stop dancing and look at me!” Max obliged, trying to keep her face blank. “You do things just because I tell you to?”

“Yeah”

To her relief Trip was too drunk and horny to probe, instead a stupid grin spread across his chubby face. “Then take your clothes off!”