We Head Out

I hear the pair celebrate, as I slowly stand up from my kneeling position. My hands are tied behind me, making my already ample bosom stand out even further than normal, though at this point I was more interested in the crowd.

I noticed that even though they clearly had an interest in our activities before, once they saw the show was over, they went on to something else, as they all make the point to act like they saw nothing at all.

Brad then grabs me by the arm, and says to me, "Common, let's find something to eat. Slut's do eat, right?" He says, by way of humour.

I do manage to laugh at the statements, and preceded to follow close behind him. Joe follows behind us, and we quickly make our way out to the parking lot. I allow myself to be led to their truck, quietly reminding myself to come back later for my car.

As we approach their ride, I see somebody is waiting for them; a young man, about their age, smiles at us and speaks up, "Hey Brad . . Joe. I see the competition went well . . who's the slut?", and I see a smile appear on his face as he addressed me, and again I find the statement oddly captivating.