by Kot, Eleyne
“I just love four-cheese pizza with red wine,” I add, raising my glass to him. “Could you pour some more?”
He obliges and it seems to me that only now he has noticed that I'm wearing a new dress.
“Is it a dress that Yasmin bought for you? I like it very much.” He looks into my cleavage. So does Jim, who apparently is not so hungry and oblivious to anything else but food anymore. The black clingy dress catches all the guys' eyes and it goes without saying that they all like what they see. It puts me in a really flamboyant mood.
“Are we going out somewhere tonight after dinner?” I ask cheerfully.
“Errr, you want to go out wearing this?” Jim's a bit stunned.
“Why not? This is free country. People can look, can't they?” I tease him.
He just sighs and says to Tony.
“We'll have to stay close to her and guard her again.”
Tony murmurs something into his ear, something that I can’t hear but it makes Jim chuckle and cheer up.
“Yeah, this can be a nice solution.”
I smile at them seductively wondering what Tony has just told him.
“As for me, it just means you won't go away looking for another gal to pick up. All the better for me to have you two close to me.”
Everybody laughs.
“How about going to the cinema?” Colin suggests. “They have this new film about time travel” he winks at Yasmin, "Back to the future."
“How appropriate,” she comments, and we laugh again, apart from Don and Steven who don't get the joke. They look at us curiously.
“Is there something you’re not telling us?” Steven inquires.
Yasmin’s Story:
“Yes, I am, among other things, a ‘paranormal researcher’ and I’m developing a theory about traveling in time and the relationship between missing persons around the globe and archaeological sites, especially in the vicinity of old stones circles in Europe and England.”
Colin seems to fear that they can discover something, so he rapidly adds another part of the story, but not all the truth.
“We found her with the rest of the gals one day near the Cottage, studying that old bunch of stones that is few miles from here. We stopped to see what they were doing, taking photos and all that…”
“They looked very pretty without clothes,” says Jim, I suppose it’s the wine that is taking control of his tongue.
Steven and Don look at each other disturbed, but I laugh at their stunned faces.
“We were performing an old witchery ritual of fertility to see what the people who lived here thousands of years ago felt at these temples. And we followed the rule: no clothes.”
“This was what awoke our archaeological instinct,” jokes Tony and then he smiles, relieving the tension. Our guests laugh and Steven agrees with him.
“Yes, of course, if I were the guy who discovered these chicks naked, I would become very interested in archeology, too.”
“We will share an unexpected interest in archeology and witchery,” comments Don and looks at our faces long and curiously. “Are you really witches?”
“No, we’re not witches. I’m a researcher and they’re my friends, they share the curiosity about this place, and my love for heavy metal.”
Don shakes his head.
“Oh, my God! This story is really queer. Let´s stop this chat now and plan what to do. But I think I can predict without being a wizard what I will be doing do in a couple of hours.”
We all laugh and I say.
“Let’s go to the cinema in first place. Is that all right, Colin?” And glance at him, he really looks like someone who wants to run away from a problem soon.
“Yes, we´ll call a taxi and go to the centre to the cinema and see that film.”
“And we can go to an English pub,” exclaims Babette. “Maybe some new band is playing tonight.”
“Be sure that there are plenty of new bands playing tonight,” Ted answers her. “We can take you to the heaviest places downtown, honey.”
“Yeah, I would like to see that,” I feel excited and get up to be ready for the night. “I’m going to get dressed. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
All the gals are going upstairs to give the final touches to their clothes, make-up and hair. We hear that the men are talking about football and the coming new World Cup in Mexico for the next year.
Eleyne pushes me to the wall and growls.
“Don´t you dare say a word about football, with the men we have enough of it.”
“And don´t add nothing about the next year’s future champion,” murmurs Babette.
I choose a red top and a short black skirt to wear that night, take the little shining black bag and the black high-heeled shoes. I’m feeling enthusiastic about my looks when Colin enters the room, takes a look at me and utters.
“You are really hot, Yasmin. Very hot.”
I smile at him, flattered by the words, and then he turns to his vicious mood again.
“What about the content of the packages?”
“What?”
“Did you open them?” He sits on the bed and checks if everything in its place.
“Can't you see? I’m not a school girl as you have suggested.”
“I would like you to have opened one package. That would give me a reason to spank you and do other mischievous things to your pretty arse,” he grins. “You have disappointed me.” He throws one of them upon the bed. “Go on, open it.”
“No, thanks. I prefer the surprise,” I laugh and put my shoes on, sitting on the bed and stretching my leg to see how cool they look.
He holds me from behind and tells me.
“How can I catch you, witch?”
“You’re not a witch hunter. You’re wizard, too,” I kiss him lightly on the lips but before I can proceed to something more there’s a knocking at the door.
Eleyne’s Story:
Yasmin and the guys diplomatically handle the matter of time travel. They tell them some truth, about her profession and the circumstances they found us in, but they don’t mention that we actually did travel in time. That seems to suit everybody. We decide to go to the cinema to watch the ‘Back to the Future’ film and then go to a pub and watch some band.
We gals go upstairs to take care of some pre-going out necessities, like making ourselves looking even more gorgeous than we usually are. In the bedroom, I put a little more make-up, perfume and some jewelry, comb my hair. I’m going to wear the dress that Yasmin bought for me, so I’m not changing into anything else. I just have to decide about shoes – when I deliberate which ones to wear, the new high heels or my own sandals, Tony enters. He wants to change a shirt.
I forget about shoes momentarily seeing his naked chest, my mind switches into sex mode in a blink. I come closer to him to put my hands on him before he gets a fresh shirt on. I caress his chest, feeling the heat fire up inside me. I raise my head to him and I get a passionate kiss that clouds my head with desire. I forget about the film and going out and embrace him, returning his kiss as hotly as I can. Suddenly I hear loud laughter, so I stop the kissing and look around with slightly dazed eyes. It’s Babette and Ted looking very amused.
“The taxis are waiting. But if you want to stay here and continue doing what you were doing, nobody’s dragging you with us…” Babette giggles.
“We’re going with you, we have a whole night ahead of us,” Tony’s hands let me go and he finishes getting dressed. “Let’s go.”
I follow him, still feeling a bit absentminded. The kiss was delicious, I would like more of them.
“Are you perhaps introducing a new fashion?” Ted asks.
“What?” I have problems understanding him. “What new fashion?”
“You’re going barefoot? It’s not really common practice here, but it may catch up, especially in summer,” he answers.
I look at my feet, indeed, I have forgotten to put on my shoes. While they are all almost rolling in laughter at my
‘forgetfulness’ I put on my sandals and follow them out of the bedroom.
“Traitor,” I say accusingly to Tony, “you have got me into this state and now you are laughing.”
“I’ll more than make it up to you when we come back,” he puts his hand on my butt as if to show me how he will do it and I gasp. “Come on, everybody is already downstairs.”
But before we go out I get a surprise. It looks like when I was busy with my shoes Tony retrieved the collar. Now I have Jim next to me, he’s holding up my hair while Tony is fastening the kinky adornment.
“After all we have to show who you belong to.” Jim winks. “Have you got the leash as well, Tony.”
“Yes, I have it,” Tony shows him the contents of his leather jacket pocket.
“I see,” I purr walking out. Hmmm, having the collar on puts me in a cheeky mood. What could I do to tease them? All this talk of spanking has made me want it. And I always get what I want, sooner or later.
Jim approaches one of the taxis.
“Come on, let’s get into this one.” And he sits on the back seat, apparently he wants me to sit between them, just like last time. I follow him and Tony sits on my left. Then he calls to Steven.
“Come on with us, there’s still one place left next to the driver.”
Yasmin, Colin, Drew and Don enter the second taxi, Ted and Babette the third one and we all head downtown again.
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The film seems to be quite entertaining for the guys, apparently they haven’t seen it yet. So they keep on talking about the actors, plot and the time machine car. Obviously, we saw that movie before, back in our early youth, so it’s not new for us.
Babette says.
“I think they will make a second movie from it.”
“Why do you think so?” asks Don. “The movie’s nice but it’s nothing really so spectacular. Just nice entertainment.”
“Have you noticed the ending? It leaves a big opening for a sequel. This film is already a blockbuster and you don’t kill a hen that lays golden eggs. They will make a second part, perhaps even a third part. Mark my words,” I answer him. “What pub shall we go to?”
“Let’s go to the Hell’s Dungeon,” suggests Colin. “It’s very pleasant and we haven’t been there for a while.”
So the guys hail three taxis again and we go to the pub he mentioned. When we enter, loud music and noise surround us immediately. The pub is full of people, it’s hard to find a table for us, but apparently our men are well-known customers here and soon a nice big table for us appears to be free. We order our drinks and just sit there chatting cheerfully.
After a while I decide I need a bathroom, so I excuse myself and look for the facility. When I go out of it the pub is even fuller than before. It seems that a new group of rowdy, drunk football spectators has just arrived. When they see me go out a lot of them whistle loudly. Noisy and rude comments about my attributes can be heard, then more remarks when they notice the collar. It almost looks as if the collar has made them think I’m an easy target.
Unfortunately they block the way to our table and I have to pass among them, so I just look coolly at them and try to get through anyway. They press against me trying to grab me.
“Keep your filthy hands off me, you assholes!!!” I yell, feeling the adrenaline running and getting more and more pissed. When they don’t back off, I just use my elbow, hitting the guy who’s pawing me from behind as hard as I can. I apply my knee to the crotch of the one in front of me that put his hand on my tits. Also hard. Cries of pain ring out.
“Bitch,” the hooligans still refuse to let me pass, but I think I can see and hear some stirring and sounds of punching at one end. Perhaps the rescue party is coming for me so feeling already high on adrenaline, and pissed enough to kill, I aim another elbow at the closest assailant to give myself some free space, then I hook another. I manage to land a jab and an uppercut on two more. Seeing that one of the bastards is still holding his beer, I grab it from him and splash it on his face. When he blinks he receives a hard jab in his nose. The empty glass lands on the head of another asshole when Tony, Jim and some pub security guys reach me in the middle of the melee.
“Having fun here?” Tony shouts. “Without us?”
“Depends what you call fun. I’m very pissed,” I shout back, hooking another guy and feeling some hand on my arse get ready to hit an idiot who dared do it without my permission when I notice it belongs to Tony.
“Steady, baby. It’s just me,” he looks at me then says to Jim. “Let’s get her to the table.”
They escort me back, it seems that their presence tampers some of the nastier drives of the hooligans, though they still need to shove or punch here and there some other stubborn spectator. I suppose that the security also threw out the rowdiest ones. When we get to our table I’m still breathing fast; my combat mood isn’t over yet.
Yasmin is laughing loudly when Tony and Jim bring me down to our table.
“Great, Eleyne! You show that a woman can fight, too! Cheers!” she lifts up the glass and drinks to me.
“We salute you!” adds Babette, her glass also in the air.
“See, baby, I told you, you shouldn’t be wearing so sexy dress to go out,” says Jim and it re-starts my anger immediately.
“Some uncivilized apes like these,” here I point to the few remaining drunkards, “won’t stop me from wearing what I like. Unless they want to have their balls put through a grinder, while they’re still attached,” I growl, still pissed at even attempts to restrict my freedom in such a way.
“My, my, my. Somebody’s in a fierce mood,” Tony’s trying to calm me down and pours some wine for me. “Here, drink and cheer up. By the way, you punch quite well. Where did you learn it?”
I drink my wine trying to calm down. My breath slowly reduces its pace.
“Do you remember what I told you about these fitness workouts? Boxing and kickboxing made their way to fitness, too. I never taught these styles as they are not really my cup of tea, but I’ve participated in quite a few classes. That’s how I learned…”
“What you learned was quite sufficient for you to defend yourself till we got there,” says Jim “but I don’t think you would last there if they were really serious to get you.”
“You’re probably right, though I haven’t really used up all the tricks I could think about, and I’m quite creative in this field,” I muse, looking at my long sharp nails. “Listen, nobody ever bothered me when I went out, and I used to come back on my own, by bus, or sometimes even on foot and I never had any problems. Anyway, this aeroboxing workout does wonders to boost a gal’s morale, so maybe it was a question of attitude: not to behave like a potential victim.”
All the guys look at me stunned.
“Well, here definitely we don’t recommend that you wander alone at night. It’s like asking for trouble, this is not the quietest part of town. Yasmin, Babette, this applies to you, too.”
And again the discussion about our sexy clothes follows. The gals protest.
“I know some taekwondo,” Yasmin announces.
“And I know some Krav Magen,” adds Babette.
Yasmin’s Story:
After the cinema the guys take us to the Hell’s Dungeon, a heavy-metal meeting place, full to the top that night, with some drunken hooligans stomping here and there, looking for trouble. Seeing this Colin murmurs, ‘there will be problems brewing very soon.” And problems explode when Eleyne has to use the facility of the place. Some drunken guys try to block her way and touch her, which results in a Bruce Lee movie scene. That’s when Eleyne shows her talent is not only for cooking and making guys sweat, but she can also beat the shit out of some rascals like those. I’m laughing loudly when Tony and Jim escort her down to our table. The conversation that follows brings out again the subject of our way of dressing… our very sexy way…
“This is not a joke, gals,”
says Tony, “this can end very badly for you if you’re not cautious with your ways. Those stupid morons are waiting for a chance to raise hell and you’re a good excuse to do it.”
“Well, it’s ok,” I say looking at Tony’s worried but lovely eyes. “We’ll be the most discreet gals in town now.”
“Not with those clothes of yours on,” Jim shakes his head. “We lost track of your shopping but if we were there, we could suggest you not buy such clothes for wearing in the street.”
“Last time I looked we were not in a Mormon community... or one of those New Age cults... those who have lot of restrictions, including long skirts and hats for women as mandatory, ”I joke. “What would you suggest, Jim? A potato bag for every one of us?”
“No, but if you buy such… damned hot sexy outfits, who the hell won´t be turned on by your arses?”
We explode laughing.
“We have the right to show our arses,” says Babette and stands up, mocking dancing movements.
Ted drags her down by the wrist.
“No, no. We have to be calm. We shouldn´t get involved in a fight, we’re rock stars, baby,” he says visibly nervous.
“Oh, you don’t want to be labeled as rock stars who fight with hooligans for some foreign ladies’ arses,” says Eleyne.
“That’s not the point,” says Tony, his arm around Eleyne’s neck. “We try to keep a low profile, which allows us to enjoy life a little more. If you need us, you will have us. We will defend our gals, but don´t bring the problem at our door, like shaking your butts in public.”
We gals laugh and look at the guys who are not in their best mood.
“Fighting days are over now,” says Colin. “Those were the old-school days: punk versus heavy metal. There were such bloody fights, really hard.”
“I would love to be there then,” I say. “Punch some punk on the nose.”
“You would have had to be a very good runner. They came in brat packs and with knives. Thanks God you were not there, you would make things for us much tougher, baby,” he comments. “Though you´re so small, you could have hidden easily under a table, for example,” and bursts out laughing.
