by Kot, Eleyne
“Oh, you’re so funny,” I mock him, but I’m really angry with him.
The drinking keeps on along with the chat. However, the men are aware of the movements of the public, keeping a wary eye on anyone who comes anywhere near our arses. Steven and Don seem to have swept all questions of their minds, and only wish to spend a nice evening at the pub.
“Why can’t we dance?’ I ask and look expectantly to Colin.
“To avoid trouble. We´ve made a mistake to come here tonight, there are a lot of people. Too many people,” he answers, and begins to search in his leather jacket for something. “We can go to another place, let´s see…these are passes to another place, they are holding a French party, disco dancing, techno. We can go now, before the people flood the disco.”
“No techno,” I protest, “let´s go to another metal den.”
“I’ve brought these in case we wanted to go to other place after the Hell’s Dungeon, why not? It will be funny,” Colin winces at me as if saying I’m a wet blanket.
“Oh, Yasmin, let’s go there!” exclaims Babette. “You will like it: there won’t be only techno, I know French style, you will hear pop, techno, rock. It will be very funny.”
“We should go,” says Drew, “here comes another pack of assholes..” He fixes his eyes on a new group of hard-looking guys, half drunk and in company of naughty ladies who sit nearby.
“OK,” Tony sighs. “Let’s get rid of trouble once and for all. I hope the French party will be a quieter place where nobody puts his dirty paws on our babes.”
We push through the crowd to go out the Hell’s Dungeon, hit the street, hail some cabs to go to the French party. It’s being held in an elegant hotel downtown, full of people prancing and strutting on the aisles, waiting for the party to launch. We have to wait there, too, because the main lounge is still closed to the public. After a couple of minutes, Colin’s invitations perform a miracle. We are guided to the upper part of the main lounge, the VIP zone and invited to taste French champagne while we wait for the party to start. There are sleek-dressed people here, very elegant, but our guys are in good fashion under the rock protocol.
Eleyne’s Story:
The guys seem to have enough of the place, apparently it’s getting too dangerous to stay there and after a brief argument with Yasmin, Colin and the others decide to take us to a place where hopefully nobody will try to put their dirty paws on our arses. A French party… Babette is enthusiastic about it, perhaps she thinks she would meet some French people there; Yasmin is decidedly against it – the music they are going to play there is not to her taste. I don’t mind too much, good techno is not bad, especially for working out, and as far as I remember French club music of the 1990s is quite ok. Too bad that I just don’t remember anything about French 1980s music…
Anyway, we go out of the Hell’s Dungeon and hail some cabs to the new place. It turns out to be a posh hotel. Colin’s invitations make their magic and we are soon invited to the VIP room and given some champagne. I look around trying to get a picture of who is there. The people are obviously different from the ones who attend the Dungeon. Elegant, sleek, quite a lot of men wearing suits and ties, women in elegant dresses – actually quite a lot of them have them as short and as revealing as we do. It seems that our guys look especially attractive for them, quite a lot of these women are eyeing them and us speculatively, as if trying to judge if they can win them from us. I look at them hard, thinking “You won’t get them, they’re ours.” Then I turn to Yasmin saying quietly.
“Have you noticed?”
“What?” She doesn’t look too happy in the surroundings, she would prefer to be in another heavy-metal den.
“All these women around… It seems here there are different dangers lurking around. This time it’s us who’ll have to guard our guys from these women here. They really seem attracted to them…”
She follows my gaze and notices.
“Yeah, you’re right… Shit, I don’t like this place.” She looks at our men drinking champagne and joking. It seems that they feel our arses are safe here and the men they see around don’t pose any danger… What they are not aware of (or perhaps they are) is that the women here look at them as cats look at a very delicious piece of meat. The cats willing to tear it out of the hands that keep it…
The guys look at us whispering.
“What’s the matter gals? Do you keep secrets from us?” asks Jim.
“Not really,” I answer getting closer to him and embracing him. I do the same to Tony. I don’t have another hand to grab Don or Steven, but I suppose Babette can still take care of it. Even if she has ceded the ‘rights’ to Silver Viper members to us it’s her who brought them and it’s her task to ‘guard’ them. She also has sharp eyes and can see as well as I do what’s going on. “Let’s sit there,” I point to the nearest big sofa.
Yasmin brings Colin and Drew in the same way, while Babette handles Ted, Steven and Don. I try to relax and charm Jim and Tony enough so that they won’t even look in the direction of these scantily dressed women here. So far it seems to work… But then the music starts playing, I don’t really recognize the melody and Tony takes my hand and invites me to the dance floor where I soon find myself hugged to the slow motion song. The song that presents some naughty possibilities that I normally would be enthusiastic about. Colin and Ted do the same with Yasmin and Babette. However, it means that the others stay unguarded and open to become prey of the she-vultures here…
While we dance Tony caresses my arse, I see that he’s really enjoying it, but I can’t relax enough to feel the same desire as always when he touches me. I keep on glancing back at our sofa to check if any gal tries to steal our men. I think that Tony misinterprets my tension because he suddenly says.
“Listen, I know it must have been a shock for you. All these drunk assholes going for you. I heard their remarks about the collar.” He points. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have put it on you. For your safety. You said yourself you hadn’t ever been in this type of situation. You were very brave, you know,” apparently he thinks it’s a delayed shock after the fight I had in the Dungeon.
“Tony, babe. It’s very sweet of you to take care of me like this but I’m ok. I’m not worked up about this anymore. It’s something else, but I don’t know if a guy could ever understand it,” I whisper into his ear, still glancing at our table over his arm.
“Well, I know, that no guy can ever try to understand a woman, but at least you could try to explain,” he says while caressing my arse.
“You won’t laugh? Promise?”
“I do,” he answers soothingly, “now tell me, what’s going on?”
“Well, in the Hell’s Dungeon, you were afraid for us, that we’d fall victim to those drunk bastards. Here, the dangers are exactly the opposite. All those gals here look at you, Jim and the rest of our party as if you, guys, were the most delicious morsels they have ever seen,” I answer, still keeping an eye on Jim.
He starts to laugh.
“Hey! You promised!” I exclaim.
“Is it this that has you worked up so much?” he asks, still chuckling.
“Well, they look quite determined…” I reply.
He starts looking around as if to see all these willing gals with his own eyes, but I put my hands into his hair and pull him closer to me, and kiss him deeply.
“Tony, as long as I’m here, I’m not going to give you or Jim to another wench. So you’d better not even look at them, you get it?” I ask him sweetly. “I know, when I return to 2011 you’ll both have many other women, but for now you’re both mine. And Yasmin’s…”
“Do you really feel this way about me and Jim?” he whispers into my ear, his hands wandering over my back.
“Yes, I do, very strongly,” I glance again at the sofa and see that two of the scantily dressed women are starting to slowly approach the table where the rest of our men are seated. “Let’s go back to our sofa.”
“OK,” he seems amused but
he follows me back to the furniture.
When we sit down I give those two gals a killer look, which for a while stops them in their tracks.
Yasmin’s Story:
The place is elegant and chic, trendy and modern for those years. The public is clearly made-up of high society and yuppies from the ‘80s, who like flaunting their economic prosperity around while the women look like tigresses ready to jump upon exotic prey like our men. I’m feeling quite bothered by all the female predators around us, especially noticing that Jim is susceptible to those savage looks that keep on coming upon him. Eleyne and I have a small talk about the topic and go to dance with our partners. I become over-sensitive to any gesture or sign that the men are making. I guess I’m just jealous as I try to catch them at fault, but frankly, they seem to be amused, calm and don’t pay attention to the women around.
When Colin and I return to our seats, I notice two sassy gals who are looking at us, and who cast a contemptuous look upon me when we pass by their side.
“I’ll punch up those whores,” I murmur angrily while Colin seems confused about my state.
“What´s happening now? What´s wrong?” he asks me while he sits by my side and pours champagne in my glass.
“There are two sluts over there, watching you as if you were a piece of meat,” I snarl and sip my drink slowly.
“And what’s bad about that? They can look. You gals said, we’re in a free country.”
“But they looked at me with mocking eyes. I’m going to get revenge on them, I swear it.” I clench my fists and he laughs, putting his arm around my shoulder.
“Don´t get mad. I don´t care a shit for them. If they’re trying to upset you, they are getting what they want. Don´t let them take advantage.”
Then he gazes at the gals with indifferent eyes. But the two apparently treat his look as an invitation and come in front of us.
“Hi,” says one of them, a tall redhead; and the other is a short brunette.
“Hi,” his answer is nice and calm.
“Can we sit with you?” asks the same redhead gal and before the reply comes, they sit, crossing their long legs in front of us.
I look at him and he says.
“Why not? We’re going to leave in a several minutes anyway.”
The gals sit down, take out some cigarettes from their bags and ask Colin to light them. He does and they seem to enjoy a partial victory over me.
“My name is Gloria and she is my sister Brigitte,” says the brunette gal with a clear French accent. “We are tourists, visiting England. You look like someone famous, but we’re not good with names; we suppose that you’re rock star, we don´t like rock, either.”
“Funny thing,” says Colin laughing, “so why are you interested in knowing us?”
“We’re only interested in you, not in your girlfriend? We suppose she is that… or is she your secretary?” replies the redhead.
“I´m his bodyguard,” I answer with certain touch of sarcasm.
The gals, laugh but feel bothered by the comment and Colin prompts another.
“Good, I think that it is getting late for us. My girlfriend and I are going to leave the party. Glad to meet you and hope you will enjoy your visit to my country.”
“If you’re going to leave, come with us,” says the brunette, seductively. “We have cold French champagne and caviar in our hotel suite, which happens to be here.” The women begin to sway slightly around us, purring more enticing words.
“We are free-minded women. We know how to have fun and how to make you feel like you’re in heaven,” adds the redhead gal, “both of you… and if you have some friends with you that will like to join.”
“They are all welcome,” adds the brunette.
I become to feel fuzzy and upset to think of having some kind of rub with those sluts. Colin looks worried, especially after Jim has joined us asking who these hotties are and what they are doing here.
“We can have a great party with you,” tempts the brunette, “are you coming? We have a suite at this hotel and champagne.”
They smile mischievously noticing the perplexed look of the men, who don’t know what to do.
“We could go up and have a glass of champagne,” Jim seems to be won by the whores.
“But…maybe Yasmin feels tired and wants to go back home,” Colin is confused, I hear him murmuring to Jim.
“Don´t dare to leave us alone.”
“She can take a taxi and go back home and rest all night,” the redhead gal giggles naughtily, looking at me.
“I won´t stand these idiots anymore!” I exclaim, looking fiercely at the gals and holding Colin’s arm. “I’m going home now, Colin. Are you coming with me or you will stay here all night with them? Jim, this applies to you, too. If we stay here a second more, I’ll beat the shit out these sluts.”
The gals squeal and look very offended. Then I see Eleyne is coming near, smelling trouble in the air.
“We’re going back home, Yasmin,” answers Colin, trying to smooth down my mood and looks at Jim adding, “do what you want, Jim.”
“What´s happening here, Yasmin?” asks Eleyne but at that moment two guys come for the sisters and begin to quarrel in French with them. The guys are real hunks, muscular with broad shoulders and wide backs. They turn to our guys, and the bigger one angrily says.
“Why are you bothering our gals? We can fix this easily, with a couple of punches.”
“We’re not bothering these gals, they came, asked for permission to share our table and sat with us suddenly. After that they started a talk and insisted on inviting us to stay with them,” answers Colin, wary about the French men’s manners.
“I don´t believe a word of what you are saying,” replies the bigger guy and comes near Colin with a menacing look.
“Hey, man,” Colin gets pissed, “if you want blood, we can go out and fix this.”
“That’s my intention,” replies the biggest of the two, but at that moment we jump hearing Eleyne’s loud exclamation; she has just slapped the other guy in the face.
“He has put his hands on my arse!” she declares, full of fury, and ready to return to her fighting mood when we see Tony, who was in the men’s bathroom, coming from the aisle.
Eleyne’s Story:
My killer looks haven’t worked long enough. Two gals have approached Colin and Yasmin anyway and started to chat with them. I watch it all from a distance, believing that her skills can handle them, but then Jim approaches and I definitely don’t like the way he looks at the two gals. I decide to intervene.
When I approach the group I hear the gals squeal a bit and they manage an offended look.
“We are going back home, Yasmin,” Colin is trying to smooth down Yasmin’s mood, but he clearly doesn’t know how to handle his band mate. “Do what you want, Jim.”
It seems that at least he has some sensibility, but I’m not sure if I can get Jim out of the claws of these two wenches.
“What´s happening here, Yasmin?” I ask, but at that moment two broad-shouldered and muscular guys come for the gals and begin to quarrel in French with them. They turn out to be the French gals’ boyfriends, and they’re definitely not happy that according to them Colin was trying to pick up their sweethearts. The inevitable argument follows. When the two Frenchmen go over customary pre-fight insults, I feel an unauthorized hand on my arse, turn around and see that one of them has just landed his paw on me. I get pissed immediately, first the predatory gals hunting our men, now this asshole, so I just hit him hard on his face while exclaiming loudly.
“He just put his hands on my ass!” I declare furiously when we all see Tony, who was in the men’s bathroom, coming back to the table.
“What’s going on here? I leave you for five minutes and a man sees surprises when he comes back…” I choose not to involve Tony in the matter. I can perfectly take care of it myself, and anyway I’d like to get our guys out of here as fast as possible, especially Jim. If Tony feels offended
on my behalf enough to get into a fight, we may not get out of here quickly.
“Listen, your mates have just bothered our girls. This requires blood,” the bigger Frenchman insists, ignoring the fact that his friend just tried to put his hands on me.
“Your girls are nothing more that sluts, judging from what they said to us,” says Yasmin contemptuously.
“Why would we bother your girlfriends? Yasmin is much more attractive than them. And she has bigger tits that both of them together. So does Eleyne,” answers Tony, while I maneuver to get closer to Jim.
The Frenchman roars, pissed by the insult and he tries to punch Tony; the other one goes for Colin, but they easily avoid the French attack. The frog eaters don’t seem to have good fighting skills and just flail ineffectually at Colin and Tony, who just have to block and avoid the punches. I swear under my nose. It looks like we won’t get out of here as fast as I wanted. Jim’s still standing there seeming indecisive, not joining the fight and then he looks at me and points behind me.
“Oh look, security is coming.”
“Good,” I say, “we’ll get rid of those assholes.” But he keeps on glancing at the French gals. “Jim, you’re not seriously thinking of going with these,” I say to him, and something in my voice must alert him that I’m not really being nice.
“Errr, don’t know…” he looks back at me.
I put my hands in his hair.
“Ok, so I will tell you and you will know. You SHALL NOT go with them, Mr. Manning. While me, Yasmin and Babette are here, you stick to screwing us. We’re not going to share you with any other gal. When we come back to 2011 you can fuck whoever you want. You get it?” I grab the front of his shirt.
He just looks at me stunned. Has any chick ever told him something like that? In this way? I wonder. “You’re coming back to the Cottage with us, like a good boy, even if I have to leash you. This collar,” I point to my neck, “can change its place really easily and I know where the leash is.”
