Faye makes her exit...

Faye bit her lip as she felt his cock slide deeper and faster into her ass. She willed herself to relax, convincing herself that it would all be over soon. Eugene was thrusting way too fast and hard into her to last for long, she reckoned. Still, she couldn't deny her quivering legs, her rasping breath, her flushing cheeks...

Freddie was far too busy with Erma to pay her any attention. As she felt his cock fill her again and again, forcing her tight ass to wetten and loosen a bit with each thrust, she debated just making a run for it. "No, Faye. You are way, way too drunk for that..." she thought, as the cock slid into her again and again.

"Erma... can you help me here? I'm in a bit of pain..." Faye said. The buxom woman grinned her own drunken grin, and slid out from beneath Freddie.

"What do you need M'Dear?" she asked.

Faye didn't know if this would work. She was banking on the degeneracy of the homeless; and that was no sure bet at all. "Just suck him for a minute. My ass is pretty sore." Faye said. Erma shrugged, and pulled Eugene's cock from her ass. He grunted, but then chortled as he felt Erma's mouth encircle his prick.

Hey lass, where'r you off to?" Freddie asked as Faye righted herself. She stumbled off, away from this madness. "Ya' canna' go out there like that!" He called out after her. Faye, in her drunken state, snatched up a soiled army overcoat from the floor, and shouldered her way through the door. She didn't know how she did it, but she burst forth onto the asphalt, barefooted, wrapped in only a trenchcoat, and onto the Fawndale back alleys.

She stumbled, almost completely unaware of her location, or direction. The alcohol ripped through her mind as she walked. She kept thinking about that basement, and the Baxters, and what she'd done, but her mind was clouded and confused. How many people had she fucked? She didn't know. She stumbled and swayed, weaving her way through alleyway after alleyway, until finally she turned a corner and slammed into a wall of meat. He was huge. 300 lbs, 6'6. Faye stumbled backwards, landing on her ass. She knew, in some part of her brain, that her splayed legs were displaying her shaven, moist sex. She knew that the jacket had fallen open, and at least one of her breasts was hanging out.

And she knew that whatever man she had ran into would see this, and realize that he was in a secluded alley, and that she was in a lot of trouble.