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Girls' Nightmare Out
Rogue Alan
11/0-9/02, revision 2/03
(tattoo/piercing; cheat; stranger; interracial; gang bang; exhibitionism; anal;
prostitution; bondage; lesbianism; mind control; rape)
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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read
any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.
This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Rogue Alan. Reposting or any other
use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of
the author, except that it may be posted as part of a review or posted to a
free-access, noncommercial archive sites.
DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone, either alive or dead,
is purely coincidental.
Please! Send me your comments!
Email to RogueAlan@cox.net
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Part 1
She groaned, aware of harsh light leaking around the curtains into her face,
and rolled to the other side. Her mind registered surprise, her husband wasn't
in bed with her, and a dim awareness of some discomfort. There were aches all
over her body, as if she'd been working out especially hard the day before,
but there was something else.
She blinked her eyes, looking around the familiar room, brighter than it
should have been in the morning. She checked the clock. It was 11:16! She sat
up, again aware of a strange, almost painful pulling, as the covers shifted on
her chest. She pushed the covers down, and scanned her naked body, her eyes
still bleary with sleep. Something glittered on her breast, at her left nipple.
She was aware belatedly, that the vague discomfort was emanating from there.
She blinked again, struggling to focus, and gasped in shock, it was a nipple
ring! She scrunched back beneath the covers, searching the room, desperate to
know if her husband had seen it yet. How had it happened? She covered her face
and tried to recall the events of the past night. She'd been out with Kathy,
on their weekly 'girls' night out.' She remembered leaving, she'd driven, but
after that... nothing.
There was no other sounds in the house, and she wondered if her family was
gone for the day. She reached for the bedside phone, to call Kathy, maybe she
would have some insight into what they'd done. The shift to sitting, as she
reached for the phone, reminded her of her aching body. Her bladder was
complaining, so she pushed the covers back, and rolled out of be to her feet,
staggering into the bathroom. Her breath caught, as her feet touched the cold
tile floor, and she pranced quickly to the mat by her vanity, looking at her
torso in the mirror, then down at the real thing.
The bright silver ring entered one side of her left nipple and emerged from
the other side, then dropped in a small loop below the deep pink flesh. There
was a tiny bead at the bottom, she guessed where the ring closed. She was
surprised that there was no blood, and that the pain was minimal, more an
awareness of something different than anything wrong, even when she tentatively
reached up, causing the ring to shift. There was a drop of something clear, and
hard on the bead, and a little experimentation convinced her that it would be
better not to try and remove it, as manipulating the ring hurt, and it didn't
look like the ring was going to come out of the bead very easily.
Stepping back, she admitted privately that it didn't look bad, keeping her
usually flat nipple, semi-erect, capping her firm, round breast nicely. She
wondered what her husband would say, and what story she would be able to tell
him. Turning to the water closet, she moved onto the mat below the stool, and
sat down on the cold seat, sighing as she relieved herself. There seemed to be
more fluid than usual dripping into the toilet, and she reached down, absent
mindedly moving her fingers through her pubic thatch, which she found had areas
of hair matted together in small tangles, as if she hadn't cleaned up after
having sex.
More shocking though, was that as she brought the toilet paper up between her
legs to wipe herself, she found something hard, nestled between her labia.
Melissa flipped the lights on, and peered down between her legs. She was
shocked again, even more deeply than before, to find a second silver ring
hanging from the mid-portion of her right inner labia. She also noticed the
sparse whitish flakes, coating her inner thighs, and suddenly she felt the
aching and the fullness in her belly taking on a new, horrific meaning.
She leapt up, turning the shower on, and barely waiting for the water to get
hot, before hurling herself into the tiny stall. She pulled the handheld shower
head off of the wall, to bring the steaming spray to her sex. She washed her
crotch thoroughly, though gently, as the ring in her labia was even more tender
than the one in her nipple. She couldn't bring herself to admit that there
were globs of semen being flushing from her vaginal canal by the hot water.
She couldn't ask her husband if they'd had sex, desperately hoping that they
had, even if she'd been asleep. Suddenly apprehensive, she climbed dripping
from the shower, and retrieved a hand held mirror from her vanity, then climbed
back into the relative seclusion of the shower stall to check for any other
changes. There were no hickeys, scratches, or other marks, and she heaved a
sigh of relief, though the fear remained, what had she done?!
She finally climbed out, and was toweling herself dry, when her husband poked
his head through the door. She bit her lip, wondering how he'd react to the
changes.
"Fred called this morning. Boy, was he irate. He was sure that Kathy was
cheating on him, he ranted about how she'd said that she was out with you, but
she'd come home with a pierced nipple and another ring in her pussy." he said
smiling, "Damn, hon', I didn't know you had it in you!"
She paused, trying to keep her jaw from hitting the floor.
"You like it... them?"
"What's not to like?" he shrugged, "The younger guys at the office are always
talking about their girlfriends' piercings and things. I guess it's a sign you
enjoy your sexuality, so why should I complain." he grinned, "But how long
before we can..." he moved his hips suggestively, "You know?"
She smiled in spite of herself. Surely he'd just taken advantage of her while
she was sleeping. She hadn't been above that a time or two, herself.
"Well, it's a little sore right now, but I'll definitely let you know." she
said, as she dried between her legs carefully, shivering at the morning's
events. "Um, when did I get in?"
"I dunno. I was asleep. You two were out later than usual though, that's for
sure. And you should see how you parked. I could barely get into the garage.
Maybe you ought to take a cab next time, OK?"
She nodded, as a mixture of relief and anxiety roiling in her stomach. She
could really drink she knew, but she'd never been so drunk that she couldn't
remember things. And she didn't drive when she was drunk, a couple times
they'd taken cabs home, and then had to retrieve her car later.
Jeff gave her a final lascivious wink, then disappeared, and she absently
began to get dressed. As she pulled her panties on, she had a sudden thought,
and hurried to the hamper, fearing what she might find. To her puzzlement,
there were no panties in the hamper. She went through the bedding, looked in
the bathroom, and under the bed, but found nothing. The matching bra however,
was laying beside the hamper.
She dressed, opting after the first contact of panties with the ring in her
pussy, not to wear any, and wisely forewent a bra as well. She assumed she'd
left her panties wherever it was she'd gone to get pierced, and it took only a
moment to decide that she didn't want to call around, asking about them, the
panties were a loss, but she wouldn't worry about them.
Dressed and feeling almost whole, though aware of the different sensation at
her left breast, Melissa poured herself a cup of coffee, and made sure that
Jeff and her sons were out of earshot, before she wandered into her tiny office,
and picked up the phone. She dialed from memory, hoping that Fred was as
understanding with Kathy, as her own husband had been, about what they'd done.
He was clearly more uptight than Jeff, which seemed strange, considering that
Kathy was outrageously easy going, compared to herself. The phone rang twice,
as Kathy always waited for the caller ID to identify the caller, before picking
up the phone.
"Mel?"
"Yeah. Um, can you tell me what happened last night?" There was a long pause.
"I was hoping that you could tell me! Fred nearly shit when he saw... well,
when he saw what I'd done. I can't remember doing it, though!"
"Me neither. I don't remember anything after meeting you for drinks."
"I remember a little more than that. The club was no busier than usual. I
remember having a couple drinks, but after that, it all gets hazy. When do you
want to get your car?"
"It's... it's here, already."
"You drove like that? Damn! I can't believe we did this. Did you ever think
about... you know..."
"Getting piercings like this? No way! Jeff laughed, and said that he thought
it was sexy one night when we saw one on a 'night time cable' show, but I told
him that there was no way that I was going to do that. And the second ring...
I can't believe that I let anyone get close enough to do that."
"I know what you mean. This is scary, Mel."
"That's not the half of it, were you... you know, did you have sex last night?"
"You mean with Fred?" Kathy's voice was suddenly strained.
"I guess. I don't know."
"I, um, don't remember it, but I did it sometime last night."
"Me too." Both women were silent for several moments.
"Oh God! You don't think..." Mel shook her head, not wanting to even consider
it.
"I can't believe it. I mean, for both of us to... but then I look down, and
who'd have guessed that both of us would... you know."
"I know. What should we do?" Mel considered Kathy's question. Usually her
friend was the one with a plan, the one charging off, without explaining her
idea.
"Well... we could go to the club, ask if anyone saw anything?"
"That's a start," Kathy agreed, "Though I'm kind of scared what we might learn."
"Better to know." Melissa said, trying to convince herself, as much as her
friend.
"Oh, I also had a receipt in my purse, from the Fine Line Tattoo. There's an
address for the place in the phone book. It's downtown."
"You're kidding?! That's a long way from the club, there have to be closer
places to get... what we got."
"I know... And you wouldn't believe how expensive it was. $200!"
"Wow," Melissa wondered how she'd spent that kind of money. Jeff made good
money, and she taught elementary school to supplement their income, but that
was a lot to spend on something she hadn't known that she wanted.
"Tell you what," Kathy sounded more in control of herself, and the situation,
to much to her relief. "you check out the club, and see what the people there
know, and I'll check out this tattoo place. We'll meet for lunch."
She agreed, remembering belatedly the rest of her family was at soccer. She
scrawled a note to her husband that she and Kathy were going 'looking for some
things' and to lunch, grabbed her cell phone and keys, and left. As Jeff had
claimed, her Camry was cock-eyed in the garage. It was parked so badly, that
she had a hard time getting it out of the garage. The seat was farther back
than usual, and she had to readjust the mirrors, as she left their guarded
subdivision, and got onto the highway.
As she drove, she examined the car for any other clues, as to what had happened
Friday night. There were none. She shook her head angrily. Jeff had pointed
out that they usually did their night out during the week, but he and the boys
had gone to a movie, and he hadn't been angry, he just warned her to watch out,
since the crowd on weekends could be 'a little rowdier.'
She thrust the thoughts that threatened to follow that line of reasoning away,
as she pulled into the little dance club just off of 75th street. There were a
few cars in the lot, even though it was barely after noon. Before getting out,
she completed her search of the car and her purse. She had a receipt, matching
the one that Kathy had described from the tattoo parlor. The barely legible
writing noting 'tit/lip special' and something she couldn't decipher.
There was also a receipt from a bar that she vaguely remembered as being
downtown. The amount wasn't so impressive, that she'd expect to be blind drunk.
She resolved to visit the strange bar, if she found nothing else first. It
wasn't far from their agreed upon lunch site in the Plaza.
Inside, the bar was more brightly lit than she remembered. She didn't recognize
the young men working behind the bar, though one of them eyed her for a moment
and nudged his buddy. She blushed, wondering why they were staring, and
hurried beyond the bar to the dance floor, and booths at the back, looking for
someone that she knew.
She saw Erica, a weeknight waitress, filling napkin dispensers, and after
exchanging a somewhat awkward greeting, she haltingly explained that she
and Kathy couldn't remember anything that, they'd done the night before, and
were hoping to find some answers. Erica laughed, saying that she'd been 'at
other bars' the night before, but told Melissa to wait, and walked over to the
guys behind the bar.
She watched as Erica spoke, and felt a wave of relief when one of the two
nodded. The other said something to Erica, and the waitress shook her head,
talking for another moment, and indicating a height with her hand, she guessed
that she was describing Kathy. Again the first man nodded, while the second
shrugged, but agreed. Erica turned, a strange expression on her face. She
hurried back and motioned for her to sit in the booth she'd been working on.
"Steve and Greg worked the bar last night. They say you and your friend were
in about 9:00."
"That'd be about right." Melissa nodded.
"What's wrong?" she asked, as the waitress' expression was increasingly
worrisome.
"Well, I told them that I thought that they must have been thinking of two
different women, because I know that you're both married, and just come here
to unwind." Melissa nodded in agreement, as Erica shrugged but went on, "They
insist that you had a drink with a guy that they'd never seen before, and a
bit later all three of you left. Greg thinks that it wasn't even 10:00 yet."
She nodded, trying not to show any emotion. She waited, hiding her hands
beneath the table, so that Erica wouldn't see that they were shaking.
"That's not all they said, is it?" Melissa asked.
Erica blushed, and shook her head. "Nope. They said you two were hanging all
over this guy. They figured he was about to get doubly lucky."
"They'd never seen him before?"
"Nope. He paid cash, tipped them all right, but not great." she smiled, "In
fact, they said that the only reason that they noticed him, was that he was
black, and was leaving with the two best looking women in the place."
Something in her expression must have concerned the younger woman, because she
reached across the table, and gripped Melissa's hand gently.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
She managed to shake her head, mumbling her thanks, and telling Erica that
they'd remember her help the next time they were in. The sprightly girl smiled
and said, "Don't worry, you two are some of my best customers."
Melissa tried to smile in reply, as she stood up. She managed not to look at
the bartenders, who were still watching her, as she hurried outside to her car.
Seated behind the wheel, she sat there shaking for several moments, amazed at
what she'd just heard. She and Kathy had left the bar with a black man? It was
surreal. She started to dial Kathy's cell phone, but stopped, resolved to
check out the second bar, the one which she'd found the receipt from. Digging
it out of her purse, she threw some trash, used Kleenex, empty gum wrappers,
and a crinkled black plastic wrapper, to the floorboard.
There was more than a receipt, she realized, there was a matchbook with the
address. She breathed a sigh of relief that nothing was written on the inside.
Clenching the matches in her fist, she turned onto 75th, and a moment later
was headed north on I-35.
The Edge was a techno club, the latest incarnation in a string of glitzy, but
short-lived theme clubs. The success of the club, Melissa had heard, depended
on its 'varied' clientele, a polite way of calling it a gay bar. So she wasn't
surprised to see both men and women watching her, as she entered the place,
which even in the afternoon was dark, with black lights and dim neon lights
hanging from the ceiling in chaotic arrays.
She approached the bar, where a bearded man was wiping glasses and hanging
them up on the overhead rack, in preparation for the evening's customers. He
looked at her once, then more steadily, holding a glass in his hand.
"I thought I told you I didn't want to see you in here, again."
"I'm sorry, I don't understand."
"Look, lady. You're a knock out, and so was your friend, and I know we have a
lot of interesting people around here, but you can't behave like you did last
night. I coulda got closed down, and you two shoulda gotten arrested."
"I'm sorry." she stammered again, blushing fiercely, "I'm just... My friend
and I? We don't know exactly what happened last night. I was hoping that you
could..." The man shook his head.
"I shoulda known. Tried something new last night? Booze ain't enough to get
you up anymore? Well, you waltzed in with this big black guy, had a couple
of drinks, and flirted with the bartenders and waitresses both. That's cool,
we expect that. I don't even mind it when you get up on the tables to dance,
if you're good, and you two were. But I can't have you flashing your tits in
here. And I certainly can't tolerate public sex acts."
"Public sex acts?" her voice rose in outrage.
"Yeah, that's what I call blowing the guy at the edge of the dance floor. I
swear, condom or not, I can't have that going on in here. It's bad enough when
you people use the bathroom for your quickies..." His tone softened, as he saw
she was trembling, "Look, I don't mean there's anything wrong with what y'all
did, you just can't do it in here like that." She nodded numbly. The bartender
waved the rag and glass he was holding disarmingly, "The guy didn't put up a
fuss, and you left without any problem when we asked you to. So we want you
back... just not acting like that."
She nodded, her voice sounding tiny as she spoke. "Uhm, was there anything...
unusual about the way we were flashing people on the tables?" The guy stopped
wiping the glass, and stared at her, as if he hadn't heard her. She blushed
more deeply, "I mean did you see if we have any strange rings or piercings...
or anything?" The guy shook his head.
"Honey, if you're that far gone, you really need some help. Trust me, this
life will eat you alive." He looked pointedly at her left hand, and her
wedding band, "Go home. Be with your family. Don't let this ruin your life."
Her legs felt unsteady, as she returned to her car, wondering what the man
meant. When he'd spoken, she'd wondered if he knew something that he wasn't
telling her, but he'd seemed honest enough. In reality, what he'd told her,
what he'd seen happen, had her so numb with shock, that she wasn't thinking
clearly at all. She checked her watch, hoping that Kathy would have some
answers.
Lunch at the Classic Cup was subdued. Kathy had her head in her hands over a
cup of coffee, when Melissa sat down. Her friend looked up, and she was
surprised to see that she'd been crying.
"What's wrong?" she asked, with a sudden fear that she didn't even know the
worst of it.
Kathy just shook her head, waiting until the hovering waiter took Melissa's
drink order and then disappeared. Kathy didn't look up as she began to speak,
"God, Mel. I don't know where to start. We were there last night, and we
weren't alone. There was a black guy with us, according to the guy in the shop
who did this... Can you believe that I let a strange man do... this to my
pussy." She glanced around self-consciously, tables at the Cup were close, but
no one was seated nearby, thankfully. "He said... he told me we'd come in
asking for 'matching work.' The guy with us suggested that we should get clit
rings, but when the guy in the studio mentioned that there was a sale on 'tits
and lips', doing one nipple and one labia ring, the guy said that sounded good,
and we agreed. He showed me where we signed. No waiver or nothing, it's our
signatures."
"Oh God!" she mumbled, aware that her friend was corroborating what she'd
already learned.
"That's not all," Kathy took a deep breath and then continued, "we said that
we wanted 'permanent closures'."
"What?"
"Permanent closures. Have you noticed that clear stuff on the thick part of
the rings?" Melissa nodded. "That's epoxy, it's like Super Glue. It fused the
ring shut, so that it can only be removed by cutting it off." she said, as she
looked around again, and shivered. "And we also made a down payment for tattoos.
The guy with us said that we 'hadn't decided yet', and that we'd come back in
some other time."
"That's unbelievable."
"I know. I told this guy at the shop that neither of us remembered a thing. He
just shrugged and said that we 'seemed fine' to him. The pig. He laughed that
'our lover' wanted us to get the piercings on the opposite sides, so that he
could 'tell us apart in the dark.' He said that the guy wanted to be sure we'd
still be able to fuck that night, and went so far as to tell me that based on
what was leaking out of us when he 'pinned' us, he figured we'd already 'been
a round or two' in bed." There was a mix of humiliation and defiance in her
expression.
"I asked him how he wasn't surprised that we didn't remember what we'd done,
and he just shrugged, and told me that in his line of work, nothing I could
tell him would surprise him anymore. Then he added that 'at least we'd taken
it outside' before we were all over the guy that we were with. And of course
he refused to refund the money, told me to come back whenever we'd decided
what we wanted and where."
Melissa broke the subsequent silence, relating what she'd learned, the mention
of oral sex and condoms, though Kathy's words had effectively dashed any hope
that'd been all they did, or that even they had stayed protected.
The women were silent through much of lunch, each trying to come to grips with
what had happened to them the night before. How could mothers, and devoted
wives get in such trouble, just by going out for a couple drinks. She tried
not to think about what could happen, if her husband ever learned of what had
really happened last night. Or worse, her employer. Kathy was in no better
position. Her husband was less tolerant of anything he considered 'liberal',
and her job as a legal secretary would be in as much danger, if people thought
that she behaved like that routinely.
Looking at her friend, she could see how the bartenders, or any man, might
be interested in a tryst. They regularly turned down offers to dance, as well
as outright propositions. Her friend had the graceful lines of an athlete,
standing 5'10" tall and weighing only 140 pounds. She was a willowy figure who
still managed enough bust, to attract attention, and whose legs and ass even
she found attractive.
Melissa herself was no less fit, both women played tennis and golf in the
summer, and swam at the 'Y' in the winter. Though she was shorter, standing
only 5'5" tall, and weighing just 115 pounds. In contrast to her friend's jet
black bob, and appraising clear grey eyes, Melissa's blonde hair reached down
to the small of her back, and her bright green eyes were more guarded. Melissa
had the larger chest of the two, though neither was top heavy by any standard.
Melissa was tanned, while her friend avoided the sun whenever possible, though
a dusting of freckles was faintly visible on her nose.
Uncharacteristically, each opted for dessert, dragging out the time before
they had to return home to their lives, and the unknown of the night before.
Melissa reluctantly returned to that topic, as she nursed a cup of lukewarm
coffee, while awaiting the bill.
"I can't believe it. I mean, if I could at least remember something." Kathy
nodded in agreement. "But then I tell myself that I don't really want to
remember. I mean, ignorance is bliss, right? We aren't sure that we did
anything." Melissa said, eying her friend.
"I had dried cum in my crotch this morning Kathy. If it wasn't Jeff's..?" she
swallowed suddenly, unable to finish, then took a breath, "God. I don't know
what he'll do when he finds out."
"Why should he find out?" Kathy challenged. "We didn't try to do anything. We
certainly didn't enjoy it! Don't punish yourself."
"But I."
"You made a mistake. And so did I. Just don't let it happen again." she paused,
"But I agree, I wish I knew how it happened. Did we try something someone gave
us? We had to be drugged somehow, unless it was aliens." she snorted.
Melissa nodded and added, "But that's rule number one, no drinks from strangers.
We never do that!"
Kathy nodded, then shrugged. "So what do we do, now?" she asked her friend.
Though Kathy was only 4 months older, both were 28, she was the decision maker.
"Well, we don't stop our girls' night out."
"But..."
"Look, Mel, if we stop, we won't ever get to start again later. And our
husbands might get suspicious, if we suddenly stop after coming home like..."
she glanced down at her blouse, as if she expected the ring to be visible,
"this. So we'll go to a different bar, or to the movies, or to Barnes and
Noble. I don't care, but I still need some time away from the house."
She nodded, as usual her friend was making sense.
"Just think of the rings and the tattoo as payment for a lesson hard learned
in why we have to be careful." The women paid the outrageous bill, then spent
a blissful hour shopping, before finally returning home to their families, and
the rest of the weekend.
Over the rest of the weekend, Melissa was almost able to forget what had
undoubtedly happened at times. She adapted to the strange sensations of her
new jewelry, rubbing against her clothes, though underwear remained a no, no.
The time she did spend considering the lost night, she was aware of a nagging
suspicion that she and Kathy were missing something, or forgetting something.
But nothing ever surfaced in her mind.
By mutual agreement, they went to the movies the next week, then sat in a
coffee shop, relating the week's trials and tribulations. A month passed
without any apparent problem. They stayed away from the bar, shopping or eating
out, or seeing 'chick flicks' together. Both women visited their gynecologist
to make sure there was no problem that could be transmitted to their husbands,
using the piercings to delay sex until the results were in. And both were
relieved to get a clean bill of health. It seemed like a potential nightmare
that they'd managed to mostly avoid.