The dodgy souvlaki restaurant remained open but the club above had all the windows whitewashed over and the Pink Pussycats sign was faded and the neon...glass sign was broken. It looked like an abandoned dump.Michele hopped out of the van. She was wearing flared jeans; a tight purple velour top with long sleeves and cork-soled platform sandals with her red toenails peeking out of the straps. Her fingernails were painted the same bright red, which matched her lipstick, but except for some mascara. Robert please return to your seat." " Babbs... you have done really well. You have properly prepared the glistening ebony shaft for the final part of the ritual. Rise and approach Mr Robert. Slide your finger through the precum at the tip of the cock. Place your finger in your mouth and savor its sweetness. This liquid is a fruit of your labor. You have made the serpent grow hard and moist with your attention. You have teased it to produce it's nectar. Lick it from the bulbous head." Mr.. "Let's have some shots!"Screw it, I thought. Maybe a few drinks would get my mind off of this mess...Shooting the glass towards my face, I chugged it down, nearly choking in the process. It burned like nothing other. "Another!" Jeremy shouted, passing me another shot glass laughing. Clinking glasses once again, I took the shot, gulping it down a little easier than the last. A warmth started to flow through my body. I could start to feel the booze kick in. I was actually feeling, a little. ”“Well, I guess we will have to figure out something else.” My eyes raked up and down his body, lingering on his crotch. I was obvious.“Hey, I am not into that,” he said when he realized what I had in mind.“It is up to you, k**. Either I call the police and they handle it, or you handle it here and it is forgotten.”He stood and stared at me with those beautiful brown eyes, his jaw slack and his hands in his pockets. He looked so vulnerable and innocent.“What did you have in mind,” he asked.