Page 40 of Slaying for Santa
“It’s okay, babe. You can run into me anytime.” The curly haired dude I ran into beams, and I giggle again like he’s the funniest fucker in the world. Meanwhile, I want to gag at how untrue that is.
“Ohh, you’re cute.” I pout as I press myself against him, resting my hand on his chest.
“So are you,” he coos. “You looking for a good time?”
Jesus. He sounds like a hooker.
“Always. Are you it?” I ask too eagerly, and he nods.
“Fuck yeah.”
“Max, we don’t have time, man. We gotta head over to the local. Snake wants everyone there tonight.”
Dammit. The local. That means a pub, but not which one.
On the bright side, I stumbled across these guys so easily. I just gotta get them to take me with them. Let them lead me straight to their leader.
“Oh, I wanna see your snake.” I beam up at the curly haired fucker, and he does a little thrust against me that nearly has me gagging again.
“You want my meat, babe?”
Ugh. Extreme gag!
“Yeah. And your friends. Do you like to share?” I flutter my lashes while eyeing all of them, and just like that, they are putty in my hands.
“Fuck, man. Bring her with us. She’ll fit right in.” The guy who looks like he spends all of his money on crack shoots me a wink while cupping his junk, and I have to fight the urge to throat punch him.
“One look at her and the guys will want to run a train onher.” The other guy points out, but he doesn’t sound like he’s protesting.
No, this fucker thinks it’s a good idea.
I mean, I don’t mind a train as long as there’s pain and humiliation, but from men I fucking choose to treat me like that.
These guys, who barely seem legal, are not the kinds of guys I’d put my trust in.
“I’ll spread my legs for a train if you three line up first.”
That’s it. That’s all I need to say before they are snatching the drink from my hand and leading me out of the bar.
I’m not concerned about their intentions, because I already know them.
They have no idea who they are walking up the street with. No idea who they are taking into their local. And no idea how there’s a very big chance they won’t make it to tomorrow alive.
We walk a few blocks, and I endure a groped arse and tit, and even Curly slipping his hand down the front of my dress to play with my nipple piercing, something that the three of them get way too excited about.
When we finally reach the local, which is the Prince Hotel, there is a thick crowd, so once we get inside and past the bouncers, I easily lose the three douches when we step into the thick of the crowd.
I wander the pub, finding the best vantage point on a staircase to look out over the main room, spotting the thickened crowd of Serpents gathered.
That’s most likely where their leader is.
My phone vibrates in my small bag, so I check the screen to see numerous messages from the sender named Pussy.
Maybe I should change it to Throat Fucker?
Hmmm. Maybe later.
I open the tread, only reading the last one.
