Though rivals, they had a sneaking admiration for each-other, but neither would admit it openly. Jazz music blared from the Diamond, whilst Sabine’... sexy voice pierced the air in the Oasis; it was a typical Casablanca evening, though Karl knew it would be a little extra special later.As the evening wore on and the density of the cigarette smoke thickened, Karl continued to survey the scene avidly. He could not take his eyes from Dale for a moment, as she strutted her stuff, illustrating her. "What if I want you with it, my own side order," he asked me as theothers chucked around him. He held onto my slender wrist tightly enoughso I couldn't move, but not so hard that it hurt"I'm not on the menu, now let me go," I almost pleaded with him as hepulled on my wrist, pulling it closer to his crotch. His stained teethshowed as he smiled and pulled me down. Pulling at my wrist as hard as Icould, I nearly fell back as he let go. Laughter came from all of themas I brushed myself off and. Suddenly I realize that Nikki is speaking again. “Shhhh V,” she says with a finger to her lips, “why would I ever do something so mean?” The supposed comfort of her words is marred by the almost evil smirk she gives me as she leans toward me and I feel her fingers begin rubbing my pussy under my skirt. “Now tell me what you want or I will make you cum in front of the whole restaurant.” I can’t even begin to think what to say as her fingers rub briskly back and forth over my clit and my quickly. She knew I lustedfor her. I abused myself nightly thinking about her inthe next room naked with no cock to her void. That wasmy ‘new normal’.After I turned eighteen, she started dating. This oneevening, she came home very drunk. Her clothes weredisheveled, her hair was a matted mess, her makeup wassmeared and she smelled like cum. If anyone knew whatcum smelled like, it was I. She flopped on the sofa. Iwas in my boxers. I didn’t know what she needed, but Iknew she needed.