"Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 20:37:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://images.askmen.com/galleries/model/keeley-hazell/pictures/keeley-hazell-picture-7.jpg)</div> <strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br><br>California! An amazing chunk of real estate, stuck on the very western end of the most amazing collection of real estate in the world. I'd been here a few weeks now. I was supposed to be on a gap year tour of the world, financed by Mum and Dad. I was supposed to be in Syndey, Australia tomorrow. But the Golden State had captured me. There was simply too much of it to enjoy in the three days I had originally allocated.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gl2p-sKpvZ0/TJ10Nc9lxEI/AAAAAAAACXc/RlUfdYrbk0s/s1600/2011-yamaha-yzf-R1.jpg)</div>So I was wandering around on a hired motorbike, a Yamaha R1, not quite as good as my kawasaki 250 Ninja, but good enough. Not that I was a biker or anything, oh hell no. I ride a motorbike, is all. If anything that makes me a motorcyclist. The pink leathers tend to give it away!<br><br>Anyway, I was mostly looking for out of the way, off the beaten track places that would make good photos, or that simply sparked my interest.&nbsp; And it just happened that I was riding down some almost forgotten and winding little road, what, in the uk, we would call a country lane except it was a fair bit wider over here in the States. I came around a corner and there, in front of me was the cutest looking bar I'd ever seen. <div class="floatleft">(http://shop.stylees.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/Ladies-Belted-Motorbike-Jacket-150x150.jpg)</div><div align="center"> (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zl6CvOzHcbw/SqAg7sJxv0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/psCzFMNOsBg/s1600/100_3503.JPG)</div>This impression was helped by the large number of motor bikes parked outside. I just had to stop off and have a closer look. I pulled in and parked my bog-standard hire-bike next to the customised and souped up machines. I put my helmet in the top box and took a few moments to look the bikes over. They were all different, but all had one thing in common, a stylised bird of prey painted on them somewhere.<br><br>I was actually feeling thirsty, and decided a beer wouldn't hurt. I turned and headed for the door. A woman was lounging outside. She was middle aged and rather wizened, but was wearing leathers. I guessed she owned one of the bikes. In fact it turned out she owned the bar, but I didn't find that out until much later. She looked me up and down and said, slowly, "Honey, I wouldn't go in there if I were you."<br><br>I looked at her and shrugged. "It's a bar, isn't it? I'm thirsty! I have money..."<br><br>She looked at me in a way that made me shudder slightly, and simply repeated, "Seriously, sweetie, you do not wanna go in there!"<br><br>But I'm a stubborn bitch when it comes to doing stupid things. So I shrugged again and pushed through the swing doors. It was dark inside. I took off my sunglasses and still couldn't see much. It smelled of stale tobacco, stale beer, and something else I couldn't identify, all mingled with the smell of old leather and, oddly, Channel no 5. I made my way to the bar, as my eyes began to adjust. The woman behind the bar wore leathers too, and I began to get a feeling something was wrong.<br><br>"Uh, a bud please?" I asked, beginning to feel distinctly nervous. The bottle appeared on the counter, unopened, and I pulled one of the ridiculously identical bank notes that the USA insists on using so as to confuse tourists, sliding it across the counter. I knew the ones in that part of my wallet were all fives, so it should be okay.<br><br>And then I turned around...
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				Post by: <strong>TiaMaria</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 01:55:55</strong>
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				Shannon Laine<br><br>I was relaxing, drinking a beer when I heard the sound of an unfamiliar bike pulling into our yard. I looked out the window and smirked a little to myself, hooking a thumb out to the bike that was gracing us with it's presence. <br><br>"I haven't seen an R1 in years" I laughed, memories of my first bike flooding back to me "That looks just like the first bike I ever stole!". A few of the younger gang members laughed as well. I was less impressed by the pink leathers on the rider. To me, pink meant the rider was a flaming queer, or a barbie who thought taking a motorbike out to the country made her a rebel. I wasn't fussed which one it was, either would let me have fun.<br><br>Watching the rider take off her helmet settled it for me. She was a pretty young thing, and clearly someone who had no idea what they were walking into. All looks and no brains. It had been a while since any of us had enjoyed someone like her, and we deserved a treat. <br><br>I could hear Eve, the bar owner, try and convince the girl not to come in. It had been a while since she had needed to be reminded of her place, but she knew trying to talk people out of coming in was bad for business, and bad for her health. She would definitely need to be reminded of those facts later.<br><br>I watched Barbie walk over to the bar to order her drink, and I smiled as I heard her voice. It had been years since I'd heard someone with an English accent, but this bitch sounded posh. Given the usual type of person that came in by mistake, Barbie here was a welcome change to her.<br><br>I'd just walked up behind her when she turned around. "Is that your R1 out there, English?" I asked, smiling at her. I knew full well it was her bike, having watched her ride in on it. "I learned to ride on an R1. They're good beginner bikes". I wasn't insulting her, but if she chose to take it that way, it was her problem. R1's were kids bikes. I clicked my fingers at the woman behind the bar and an open bottle of Magners was presented to me. She knew what I liked and how to give it to me properly, in more ways than one.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 20:10:44</strong>
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				<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br><br>The blonde woman standing behind me was very pretty, in an intimidating way. <em>English?</em> Well I suppose I've been called worse. "Uh, no. It's hired" I said, turning back to the barmaid. "Uh, Could you open that, please?" I asked, noticing that my $5 bill had vanished and no change was forthcoming. <br><br>The woman was still talking about the R1. I turned back to her again and smiled politely. "Uh, yeah, they're pretty easy. That's probably why the hire company uses them. You can't really go wrong with one." I heard a soft pop and hiss from behind me and glanced over my shoulder, to notice that my beer was open at last. I reached for the bottle, saying "I ride a 250 Ninja-R back home. What's your ride?" I glanced out of the window at the array of machines. I could just see my ride from here, looking pathetic next to a Harley.<br><br>"That's the only reason I came in here, really... I do love bikes." I was babbling, I knew. But this leather-clad vixen towered over me and I was feeling very, very nervous. Something told me I should have listened to the old woman!
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 21:32:04</strong>
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				<strong> Francesca "Frankie" Satriale</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/HollyJames.jpeg)</div> The moment I saw that prissy cunt walk into the bar, I hated her.<br><br>She was young, blonde, and pretty … and instantly reminded me of all the spoiled young, blonde, pretty girls who’d ever treated me like shit in my life. And I could tell she was spoiled and rich because of her pink leathers, and her nails.&nbsp;<br><br>The leathers were fucking <em>awful</em> – they were ridiculously cutesy, probably something she’d bought in some upscale boutique somewhere … just looking at them made me want to hurl. Her nails were perfect – impeccably manicured, smooth, pristine … and I would’ve bet anything those nails never did a day’s worth of hard work in her whole life. I looked idly down at my nails – ragged, torn, always a hint of motor grease under them than I could never get rid of, no matter how much I scrubbed my hands – and knew I could never, ever be like her.<br><br>It was her smile that pissed me off the most, though. She wandered happily up to the bar with this earnest, happy smile on her face, like she was about to go on some grand fucking adventure or something. Like <em>ooh, what excitement! I’m going to slum it with the bikers!</em> And then she’d have a nice glass of wine, tell everyone how rich &nbsp;she was, listen to anything we had to say with a sad, solemn nod and a look of pity … and then ride off to her expensive hotel suite that mummy and daddy had paid for, and have a good laugh with her friends about the fun time she’d had with those dirty peasants in the biker bar.<br><br>Fuck that noise.<br><br>I’d been sitting in the back of the bar, just watching the stupid cow sit down at the bar and start talking to Shannon. I didn’t say anything at first … I just sat in a busted chair with ripped leather upholstery, smoking a cigarette and thinking about how much I hated rich fucking blondes who thought they were better than me.&nbsp;<br><br>Finally, I got up. I only wore a dirty pair of jeans and a grease-stained guinea tee-shirt – I’d been working on my Ducati all morning, reworking the exhaust timing of the engine, and I hadn’t bothered showering yet. I walked over to the bar, and took a seat on a barstool next to the bitch. I grabbed a bottle of Scotch from behind the bar, poured myself a glass, and turned my attention to her.<br><br>“Nice leathers,” I said to her. “Did Daddy buy them for you, rich girl?” I took a drag from the cigarette, and grinned at her as I blew a nice cloud of smoke right in her face.&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 22:21:49</strong>
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				Okay, this was getting less and less friendly. I was now seriously wondering what I'd walked into. Was this bar actually some sort of gang hang-out?<br><br>The brunette stank of oil and sweat as she sat next to me. I really didn't like the way she looked at me, and the way she spoke was even worse. At least the blonde was being polite enough....<br><br>"Uh, n... no, uh, Granny did... uh that is... Granny died and left me...." my voice tailed off. She wasn't interested in how I got the pink leathers. I had bought them in a fit of femininity, because I wanted the boys in the cars to know that a girl had just gone roaring past them, and if they played their cards right, maybe they could be the next thing between her thighs. Amazingly, it had actually worked a couple of times.<br><br>But here, amongst these women, it seemed that femininity was not highly prized. I was beginning to wonder if they were all dykes? Just my luck. I had to wander into a bar full of biker dykes. "Uh... I ... look I'm sorry, I think I made a mistake. I guess I'll just leave, Okay?"<br><br>I placed the bottle of beer back on the counter untouched and made to move away from the bar.
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 22:41:58</strong>
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				<strong>Francesca "Frankie" Satriale</strong><br><br>“You didn’t finish your beer,” I said to the new girl. “What, are you too fucking good for the rest of us? Hang out for a bit, relax. We’re just fucking with you, newbie … what’s your name, by the way?” <br><br>I kicked out one leg in front of the stupid bitch, blocking her path. She could still leave, but she’d have to step around me to do it … and I didn’t think she would. I took another belt of the Scotch – it was cheap shit, one step above paint thinner – and nodded towards the stool where she’d just been sitting.<br><br>“Take a seat. Like I said, relax.”<br><br>No way this stuck-up cunt was going to leave. Not yet. Not until me and the rest of the girls had managed to have a little fun with her first.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 23:33:58</strong>
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				<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br><br>Oh crap! Oh crap oh crap oh crap. "Uh... Ohhhh kay!" I found my way blocked by a shapely but well muscle leg. "M... My name?" Why did she want to know my name? So they'd know what to put on my grave stone after they murdered me? "Christine. Christine Daniels." I sat back down on the stool and picked up the beer again. I took a swig. It was cold, I'll give it that, although it tasted nothing like real beer.<br><br>I tried to smile at the two women. "Uh, I... I don't think I'm too good for you..." I lied carefully. "I just think you're... uh... rather scary?" Now that was the truth. "Please, I didn't mean to disturb you... This is obviously your private club house, I apologise for intruding... The lady outside did warn me that I might be ... Ah..." I couldn't say 'unwelcome', that would be insulting. Very bad, Chris, very bad. "...interrupting." God that was worse. Made it sound like they were having sex... "Not that you were doing anything... " Oh what? Shut the fuck UP chris! "And&nbsp; even if you were, I'm sure it ... would be....." I managed to stem the flow of words finally and tipped a large amout of the Budweiser down my throat. My mouth was suddenly a lot drier than it had been. My mobile phone was in my top box! FUCK FUCK FUCK!
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				Post by: <strong>TiaMaria</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 04:44:33</strong>
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				<strong>Shannon Laine</strong><br><br>I smirked as English managed to stumble her way through a sentence. She was making a true fuck up of it. "You're sure it would be what, English?" I said, putting my gloved hand on her jacket. I really didn't like her. Everything about her screamed that she was a stuck up cow. I may have known her name, but to me, she was 'English'.<br><br>I picked up my bottle of Magners and took a swig of it. Unlike the swill that had been served to English, my drink wasn't bad at all. "Well, English?" I sneered at her. Now Frankie had come along to join the fun, we could really put the fear of whatever god she felt cared about her into her.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 20:12:08</strong>
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				<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br><br><em>Legal</em>. That was the word that had been about to issue from my mouth. But the very obvious corollary that they would quite clearly consider doing something illegal was not something even these cro-magnon muff-divers would be likely to miss. But the question was out there, asked. <br><br>"...Fun. I'm sure it would be fun!" Nice save, idiot!<br><br>"Please, I don't want any trouble... I'll just go, okay?" I had a feeling that no matter how much I pleaded,&nbsp; I wasn't going to get out of this one. "Please?"
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				Post by: <strong>TiaMaria</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 02:40:28</strong>
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				<strong>Shannon Laine</strong><br><br>Fun? What did this dozy bitch think she was talking about? She clearly wasn't thinking, and she was digging herself deeper with every word. And now she wanted to leave after insulting us? What kind of fucking pussies did&nbsp; she take us for.<br><br>I kept my hand on her shoulder. "Who said anything about trouble, English?" I sneered, leaning a little closer to her, my hot breath on her ear.
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 15:39:25</strong>
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				<strong>Francesca "Frankie" Satriale</strong><br><br><em>Oh. My. God</em>.<br><br>The sad twit almost made it<strong> too</strong> easy. Every word she spoke dug her grave a little deeper. I tried not to smile as she stammered and stuttered, clearly nervous and flustered. She looked like a timed little mouse, backed in a corner by two alley cats ... those pretty eyes of hers darting about, looking for an exit.<br><br>I decided I wasn't going to give her one.<br><br>"We're just getting started, Christine," I murmured. "Why leave? Have another beer ... on me. You weren't, um, <em>interrupting</em> anything."<br><br>I leaned over the bar, and slammed down another bottle of Budweiser in front of her. "Drink," I said.<br><br>"And besides ... the Yamaha out front, that's yours, right?" I asked. "I thought I heard it idling funny out front. Let me check on the bike for you, make sure it's running properly. Stay here, I'll be right back."<br><br>I hopped off the barstool, heading for the door. As I made my way outside, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my butterfly knife (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balisong_(knife)). I kept the knife on my most times when I was working on bikes out back - a few times, guys from gangs tried stealing shit from me, or just tried to assault and rape me. The knife let them know I wasn't really worth the trouble. <br><br>I twirled the blade around in my hand, flipping the knife open and shut, open and shut. The Yamaha was a nice bike, if a little boring and safe. So slashing the front tire with the knife was kind of a shame. With a flick of my wrist, the blade of the butterfly knife sliced neatly through the rubber, and immediately a loud <em>whoosh</em> of escaping air spewed forth. I watched for a few moments, making sure the tire went flat ... and then I quickly went to the garage out back.<br><br>My toolbox was still out, next to the parts of the Ducati 996 that I was rebuilding. On top of the toolbox sat my 9mm pistol, a Sig Sauer P226 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SIG_Sauer_P226). The pistol was nice for those times that the knife wasn't enough to tell people to fuck off.<br><br>I picked up the pistol, and unloaded it. I slipped in an empty clip. I wanted to scare the shit out of our visitor, but I didn't want any accidents.<br><br>I went back into the bar, tucking the pistol into my jeans as I walked through the doorway. I didn't say anything as I sat down. Instead, I just took another swig of the Scotch and smiled at Little Miss English. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 18:00:36</strong>
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				Oh shit, Oh shit, shit and quadruple shit! I'd barely finished the first beer and I was presented with another. What passed for beer fizzed out like shaken coke as the leather-clad harpy slammed it on the bar. Well there was little chance of me getting drunk on this stuff, that was something, at least.<br><br>The first one still had her hand on my shoulder, and was applying a firm pressure, as the second woman got up and went out. "No, it's not mine..." I said again. "It's hired! Oh fuck, what's she doing to.... Jesus!" The cow had just slashed the front tire. I tried to get up and was slammed down into the seat by the blonde.<br><br>That was it. "What is the matter with you? I said I was sorry, I just want to go, and you go and vandalise a bike that doesn't......" the vandal came back in, on;y now she had a gun tucked openly in her waistband. "No, please? I haven't done anything to you, please just let me go...?"
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				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 14:27:22</strong>
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				<strong>Patricia 'Pat' Carter</strong><br><br>I was busy in the restrooms when I was fucking the brains out of the new toy which I had picked out few weeks back. A fiesty redhead called Amy, who was a fantastic fuck and was just the kind of the woman I liked. I thrust deeper into Amy with one final powerful push, which wrecked the woman even more as we both were riding out of their orgasm. "That's like a good bitch." I murmured as I looked at Amy and pulled out of her, leaving the spent woman to fall on the floor. Adjusting my leathers, I smirked. "Now haul yourself out there in some more time. You've earned yourself a half hour break to get yourself cleaned up. You're a good property, this was nice." I snickered and walked out to see Shannon and Frankie talking..and just having some fun in general with some stranger. A young girl, who most likely didn't even knew what the fuck she was doing in there. I grabbed a can of beer and downed it..ah, nothing like a good drink after a good fuck.<br><br>As I got better view of the girl, I couldn't believe the way that woman looked. She was wearing a pink jacket. Fucking <em>pink</em> of all things? What the hell was this, 'Make an idiot out of yourself' week or what? Not to mention it was so fucking..clean. I looked at Shannon and Frankie's jackets..or even mine and wondered for a moment about the things which they had been through. Dirt, alcohol..grease..heck even piss. And still we wore those with pride. This new girl was probably one of those kind who thought they could act all tough and badass just cos they had some bike to ride and wear a stupid looking jacket like that. They didn't take pride in those things like we did..for them it was just another way of spending some money because they had too much of it. Just yet another spoiled rich kid.<br><br>I coughed a little and smirked, making my presence felt. "Well hello there girls..having fun? And who's this newcomer to our place? Welcome dear..hope you're having a good time!" I grinned and stared into her eyes with a devilish expression.
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 01:54:40</strong>
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				<strong>Francesca "Frankie" Satriale</strong><br><br>"<em>Excuse</em> me?" I said sharply to our blonde guest. "Did you just say I vandalized your bike? That's a fucking <em>lie</em>, and you know it. Sucks to have a flat and all, but don't blame me for your problems. So apologize. <em>Now</em>. And finish your fucking beer."<br><br>The blonde Brit was really pissing me off. I could tell she was pissing off Shannon, too. I'd thought that we'd just mess with her a bit when she first came into the bar - maybe scare her enough so she'd wet herself, slap her around, and then send her off crying to Mummy and Daddy ... but that didn't seem like enough anymore. I wanted to have some <em>real</em> fun with this stuck-up cunt.<br><br>I saw Pat coming out of the restroom. She was grinning like the cat who just fucked the canary. <em>Oh, right, Amy,</em> I thought, smirking. <em>The redhead who's so good at giving head ... no wonder Pat's smiling.</em><br><br>I waved to Pat, and pulled up a stool for her. "Hey hon," I said, "meet our brand new friend Christine. She loves bikes. Isn't that right, sweetie?" I reached over and patted Christine's hand. "She rides a 250 Ninja-R back home, she says. And she wants to hang out with a bunch of biker chicks just like her and have some fun."<br><br>I lit up a new cigarette, and watched Pat. If she wanted English to leave, that was her call. But somehow ... I took a long drag and grinned.<br><br><em>Pat's going to want to have some fun with this one</em>, I thought.
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				Post by: <strong>TiaMaria</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 03:01:46</strong>
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				I smirked as I saw Frankie leave to slash the tyres on English's bike. I hadn't intended on letting her leave. Her bike could be broken down for parts and we could enjoy the owner for a while, and after seeing the tyres get slashed, I could tell Frankie had a similar idea. Besides, even if she did try to escape, where would she go? We'd catch up in seconds, especially the bigger bikes.<br><br>I turned my head towards the bathroom door to see Pat leaving the bathroom. I could tell by the look on her face the fun she'd just had with Amy.<br><br>"Hey Pat! English here was just telling us about how she got that flat tyre on her bike. Weren't you, English?" I smiled nastily at the bitch as I patted her on the shoulder. My hand was covered in grease from the repairs I did to my bike earlier, and it was leaving nice black hand prints all over the shoulder. She seemed good at digging herself deeper whenever she opened her mouth and I was more than happy to make things worse for her.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 20:05:08</strong>
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				<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br><br>"I.... Uh..." My eyes were on that gun. Maybe it wasn't loaded, maybe it was, Maybe this evil bitch wouldn't shoot me in cold blood, but maybe she would... Bluff? Or did she have the cards she claimed to have? I had played poker. I invariably lost, and the people I played with told me that I had a load of what they called 'tells'. Okay, so if she was bluffing it was a good bluff. My only cards were self-righteousness and truth. Which amounted to a pair of twos, at most. <br><br>I folded. "I'm sorry. I must have accidentally driven over your knife?" I offered, with a shy, nervous smile. "I hope I didn't damage it?" That last was a very poor attempt at appeasement. And then this big, ugly looking woman came over, stinking like... well to be honest, she smelled like my fingers would after I'd... Never mind, she smelled funny.<br><br>I was sipping slowly at the second beer, aware that the stuff was going straight into my bladder. I noticed the other occupants of the bar - all women, all leather clad, some looking more confident and others less so, but they all seemed to defer to this new arrival. Even the two who were tormenting me spoke to her respectfully. The blonde seemed to be much friendlier suddenly, and left a big greasy hand print on my shoulder... Pink leathers were clearly a <em>VERY</em> bad choice! The leather pants were the same colour of course, and hugged my figure nicely. And T was beginning to regret that too, as the beer drained through me.<br><br>The Brunette went from evil bitch to best friend in a matter of moments. I decided this Pat must be the gang leader.<br><br>"Uh, Hi... I'm Christine?" It came out as a question, mostly due to nerves, but sounded like I wasn't sure of my own name. I decided that contradicting these two was a bad idea, and just nodded as the brunette told her leader what I was doing there. I suppose in a way it was true. And then the blonde mentioned the flat tire. <em>Yeah, right.</em> "Uh... Yeah". I glanced at the brunette, who smirked at me. Who would the gang leader believe: Me, a total stranger and interloper, or one of her own... Well, I figured, if she knew her people, she'd probably figure it out anyway, but I was scared, quite frankly.<br><br>"Yeah, seems this ... Lady accidentally dropped a knife on the parking lot and I managed to drive over it." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarilynCarry</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 21:59:20</strong>
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				<strong>Sally Bollywood</strong><br><br>Sally was sitting at the fair of the bar away from her other friends, immersed in her Bollywood music collection.&nbsp; (which was also WHY she sat away from them all at the moment, they just DIDN'T appreciate fine Hindi tunes...oh well..it wasn't THEIR fault they were uncultured.... )<br><br>However, they were good friends of hers, she had found them like souls, and managed to integrate herself well with them, without getting her own ass raped in any butch initiation ceremony.&nbsp; She was tough and rough enough, and didn't mind stealing a little piece of girly ass once in a while.<br><br>She sighed as the latest tune came on her mini player and smiled. "Ahhhh...break my heart, Kumar Sanu..."&nbsp; She began humming to it...until she noticed the girls' newest prey at the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;At first she thought she'd stay back, but then she saw how cute she was.<br><br>She stood up and grinned. "Ooooh...just the kinda ass I like to hit!"&nbsp; She grinned and switched off her player, took off her headphones and bounced up to the front of the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;She grinned. <br><br>"Ne girls...ya didn't tell me ya got a new toy? She looks pppuurrtttyyyy..." She said with a long slur.&nbsp; She softly ran her hair through the 'victims' bangs.&nbsp; "Tell me...sugah...what's your name?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-04-2011, 22:48:18</strong>
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				<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br><br>Well if this wasn't bad enough already, now a Paki girl came over and started messing with my hair! She was clearly one of the gang, and obviously accepted as an equal by the others. Odd that. Mum and Dad were always saying how they were <em>supposed</em> to be our equals... I jerked my head away from her fingers, almost an involuntary reaction, and then ran my own fingers through my hair where she had touched me.<br><br>"Christine, like I just told your friends". I almost snapped the words out. Damn, but that attitude was going to get me in trouble, and seriously, it was all my parents' fault!
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 21:11:08</strong>
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				<strong>Patricia 'Pat' Carter</strong><br><br>Grinning, I waved at both Shannon and Frankie while grabbing the seat on the stool which Frankie had pulled out for me. "Oh, a new girl who's into bikes..is that it?" I could see Shannon and Frankie were certainly having a good time harassing that rich slut..my eyes moved to the trail of grease which was left on that ugly pink jacket by Frankie and chuckled to myself. "Well, ladies..looks like she needs some help, don't you agree? I mean we have a guest on our turf right now..that too with a flat tyre!" I said in this fake, sweet tone. I looked back at the girl sitting in front of me as if I was a cop interrogating a criminal who had just done something nasty and stared into her eyes and coughed some.<br><br>"So, you're Christine eh?" I asked as I lit up a smoke and took in a long drag before releasing a smoke in a steady stream in the face of the young woman."You ran over her knife you say? Well that's just too bad..looks like you're gonna be stuck in here for a while. But on the bright side Christine..don't worry, we'll fix your bike up for you and then you can leave." I looked up momentarily and called out. "Can I get a drink over here? And one for the girl too!" I barked out the order..and then two drinks appeared. I didn't really care who brought them or how they came..I placed it in front of the girl and downed mine rapidly. "Drink it up." I ordered the girl. "You're gonna keep at it till the machine's fixed..wouldn't want her to get bored here now, would we girls?" I grinned.<br><br>This was when I noticed Sally approach us and tease the girl some and then the girl literally snapped out at her. I raised an eyebrow and watched her. "Well that wasn't very nice of you Christine. To act rude like that. We don't take disrespect lightly around here..you understand?" I poked Sally motioning her to come closer to me and whispered in her ear. "Get outside and make sure her bike is more dismantled than the bodies we left the last night of Black Serpents." I smiled and looked at the girl. "Just telling her to fix the bike. By the way Sally..feel free to get some help if you need from Shannon or Frankie as well!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 22:35:24</strong>
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				<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br><br>"Uh.... S... sorry. I kinda react badly to... uh..." I was about to say Pakis, but that was probably not a good idea. "... To Asians. My parents have some funny ideas about them, and... uh... Well parents are parents, right?" I offered a very nervous smile and a little giggle.<br><br>Another bottle of American gnats piss beer was handed to me. I made that three. What, were they trying to get me <em>drunk</em>? On <em>Budweiser</em>? Please! I shrugged and chugged the bottle down, a little quicker this time. "Um, look, please, if you're trying to get me drunk, could I have something a little stronger?" I clearly wasn't going anywhere and I very much doubted that Ms Butch-and-smells-of-twat was really sending Paki-chick to fix the bike. And right now, being drunk seemed like a good idea. But this amount of virtually alcohol free beer was going straight to my bladder. "If I drink any more of this stuff..." In fact, just thinking about it made me want to go.<br><br>"Uh, look, ladies, I uh... I need to use the..." What was the usual term in this linguistically challenged country? Ah yes... "The bathroom? That's it over there isn't it?" I started to slide off my stool. "I'll come right back, honest..." I lied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TiaMaria</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 02:00:20</strong>
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				<strong>Shannon Laine</strong><br><br>I kept my hand on English's shoulder as she started to slide off the stool. If she honestly thought that we were that stupid, that we'd fall for the old 'I want to go to the bog' routine, then she was stupider than she looked, a tall order, given her pink jacket.<br><br>"What's wrong English? A a couple of drinks and you're done?" I asked, laughing nastily at her. I clicked my fingers at the woman behind the bar and a bottle of Magners was slammed down in front of me and opened. "Drink up, English" I sneered, patting her on the shoulder, leaving more grease marks on her pink jacket. I honestly wondered if she liked cider. Either way, she had just gotten her wish. It was a fair sight stronger than that Budweiser piss a lot of the other gang members drunk. "Or do you react badly to strong drinks too?". I clicked my fingers again and another bottle was put in front of me and opened. I picked it up with my free hand and began to chug it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 22:03:42</strong>
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				<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br><br>"No, please, I... really need a pee." I wriggled a bit and tried to squirm away, but the hand on my shoulder was holding tight to my jacket. The woman had the most horrendously filthy hands and was leaving black oil marks all over the pink leather. But that was the least of my worries. Hell, the leather would wipe clean with a little swarfega. <br><br>For that matter, I imagined that washing my panties would not be too much of an issue, assuming they ever let me go, and the tight, pink leather pants would probably dry out in time, but I really, REALLY did not want to go down that road. I actually began to struggle, now. "Please, please let me go, I need a pee. You can stand outside and guard the door. I won't go anywhere... Pleeeeeeaaaassseee!" I was wailing now, tears running down my cheeks, the bottle of cider ignored. I would be happy to drink it after.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>25-04-2011, 19:28:26</strong>
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				<strong>Patricia 'Pat' Carter</strong><br><br>I watched the girl wriggle and squirm asking to go to bathroom while Shannon was having her share of fun with her. But now the girl was getting even more restless. About damn time I did something. I motioned Shannon to stop. "Well English..we undersand what you're saying and we all have our bodily needs. So tell you what...we're gonna allow you go to the bathroom and get a release. But only, if the doors are left open and all of us can see you at it. Afterall..we're all friends here, right? Your bike will be fixed..don't worry. It's my promise to you." I spoke in a sweet tone, as if I was there to protect her from all these baddies and I was going to be the one who shall be her saviour. It was hard to speak all of that with a straight face. In fact, I definitely deserve an Oscar for the performance which I had just pulled off!
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 21:00:52</strong>
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				<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br><br>I heard the first part of what the gang leader said and ignored the rest. "Th... thank you!"<br><br>I squirmed out of the grip on my shoulder, shimmied out of the ring of black leather that had me penned in and headed as quickly as I could for the room at the back, with the universal symbol for 'Ladies' room. I was pausing to chuckle at the lewd graffiti that covered the door to the men's room, when the rest of the woman's words caught up with me. I stopped, blushing a deeper pink than my leathers, and turned to look at her. <br><br>She was, predictably, standing right behind me. a knowing leer on her face. "You... Can't... You want to... Ugh!" But I wasn't in any position to argue. I retreated as quickly as I could into the cubicle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarilynCarry</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 18:29:16</strong>
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				Sally grinned and nodded to her friend.<br><br>If there were two things Sally was good and fast at it was raping hetero ladies and dissambling and reassembling bikes.&nbsp; She went outside and quickly set to work..using her two to remove all the various parts, tossing them far off into the distance in various directions.&nbsp; She grinned as she saw the bike soon turned into the barest frame.<br><br>She then walked back in and saw the stall door open with the girl peeing openly for all to see. "Ooh that is a nice sight indeed." She coo'ed watching.&nbsp; "Makes me wish I was there with you.&nbsp; In fact...." She grinned.. "I might need to pee too..." She looked at the others for their opinions on this. "With her there though, that might mean using HER as a toilet..." She whispered.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TiaMaria</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 01:20:57</strong>
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				<strong>Shannon Laine</strong><br><br>I didn't let it show on my face, but I was not happy about being ordered around by Pat. She may call herself the boss, but her days are fucking numbered. Still, I let English go. I wasn't going to let my mutinious attitude get the better of me. If I was going to take leadership from her, I would need to pick my moment carefully so the same thing didn't happen to me. Now was definitely a bad time.<br><br>Sally's return and quiet comment on English put a nasty smile on my lips. It wouldn't be the first time we'd done that to one of our visitors. "Not a bad idea, Sal" I whispered back, cracking my knuckles in anticipation. "Fucking pink bitch needs it". I leaned a little closer to Sally "As long as there's room on her for two" I laughed nastily, following my comment. Sally wasn't going to get English to herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 11:04:29</strong>
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				<strong>Christine Daniels</strong><br><br>Well I didn't have much of a choice. It was do what they said, or do what I suspected they wanted - piss myself standing there in the bar. I didn't doubt that this sadistic bunch of dykes would be quite happy to see me do either.<br><br>So trying not to think about the fact that I was suddenly the number one attraction, keeping my mind off the circle of leering faces, with others pressing close behind the ring-leaders to see what was going on, I dropped my leather pants and extracted my thong from where it was nestling. I sat quickly, trying to keep my knees together as much as possible. The one I took to be the ring leader scowled at me and spread my knees with her booted foot.<br><br>For a full minute, I just sat there... bursting to pee but unable to produce anything with them all staring at me. And then, finally, biology and gravity triumphed over chemistry and it burst forth. "Uhhhhhhh!" I sighed in relief, eyes closed and leaning back against the totally unhygienic wall behind me, but right now, hygiene was the least of my worries.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarilynCarry</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 19:18:01</strong>
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				Sally giggled and slid in...and began to get some in her mouth, drinking the piss up like it was from a water fountain.&nbsp; She sighed as the warm liquid sprayed on her face and in her mouth.&nbsp; She got a nice mouth full..and then held the girl still as she kissed her, making her drink the urine....Then she got on one side of the girl and motioned to Shannon to get on the other side...She pulled her pants and panties down..and prepared herself to pee.... "Ready Shannon..let's get her wet..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 00:08:09</strong>
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				<strong>Christine</strong><br><br>The contact of a mouth on my soft, slightly fuzz-covered pussy, and a pair of hands on my knees made me jump and my eyes flew open,&nbsp; "What, what are you doing? OH GOD! That's disgusting!" The filthy Paki bitch was actually drinking my piss! I tried to push her away but before I could, she got up, the hot yellow liquid dripping off her chin.<br><br>I was about to sigh with relief but then she leaned towards me... I tried to turn my head away, but someone, realising what was happening, had grabbed it and the Paki kissed me full on the mouth. That I was being kissed by a woman was bad enough. The fact that her face was covered in my urine made it ten times as bad. But then she forced her tongue into my mouth and spat a mouthful of bitter, salty liquid into it. I almost gagged, and tried to spit it back out, but she held my nose and mouth closed until I was forced to swallow.<br><br>"Gahhh! Blech! Plehh!" were the only sounds I could make for the next few moments, so that I completely missed what was about to happen!
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TiaMaria</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 17:53:51</strong>
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				I laughed nastily as Sally kneeled in front of English and began drinking her piss. I'd known her for a while but I hadn't known that she liked drinking piss. I intended to remember that if I ever wanted to have fun with her. Seeing her get up though, I saw what she had planned. She was a sneaky cow, kissing English and making her drink her own piss!<br><br>I walked up to English and punched her hard in the gut. Even with her leather jacket on there would be bruises, I wore brass knuckles under my gloves to deal with them. I punched her hard again. It was alway my experience that people always did as they were told when they feared you, and it was so theraputic to me! I've yet to meet an English person I like and now, I can have one as a punching bag to take my frustration out on! "What's wrong English? Can't handle your drink?" I sneered as I unzipped my own leathers and prepared to use her for a toilet. "Open wide, English" I took a firm grip of her hair as I forced her head back so she would be unable to avoid me and Sally pissing on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 21:16:43</strong>
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				<strong>Christine</strong><br><br>The blow to my midriff caught me totally by surprise, and I doubled over, the air coming out of my lungs. "WHOOFF!" was all I could say. The last of my piss spurted out very suddenly too, spraying up past the toilet seat. I know some of it caught me in the face as I doubled up in pain and lack of air. Where the rest went was not any concern of mine at that moment. Just as I was getting my breath back and managing to straighten up again, a second blow followed the first. "UGGGGHHHHH!"<br><br>This time I wasn't given chance to recover, gasping fror breath as my diaphragm tried to re-sync itself with my rib-cage, my hair was grabbed and my head pulled back. "Ghhhh!" I croaked. I would probably have screamed louder if I'd had the air to do so...
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarilynCarry</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 17:36:26</strong>
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				<strong>Sally Bollywood</strong><br><br>I loved watching my friends joined in....<br><br>Forcing Christine to taste and swallow her own urine was divine, but forcing her to drink and shower in the combined urine of two ladies at once was just awesome...I shook passionate as I pissed in her mouth and her face...sighing happily. "What a good little piss toilet girl you are...You are a fucking piece of shit, you know that..." <br><br>I grinned and wiped my hairy twat on her face..hard...and then stepped back allowing my friend to do so... I then looked at the others. "Anyone else need to piss?" I winked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 00:04:40</strong>
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				<strong>Christine</strong><br><br>OH! MY! GOD! They were pissing on me... Well one of them was and another clearly had that intention. With my head held firmly, I couldn't turn away.&nbsp; The hot, foul liquid sprayed into my face. I tried closing my mouth, but that meant I had to breath through my nose and the piss went up it as I breathed in. That was even worse. It stung like hell. So I opened my mouth again and of course the vile bitch filled it with her urine. I tried to spit it out but it was coming in too fast. The stuff was running down my throat regardless. Some threatened to go down the wrong way and I couldn't stop it without swallowing what was in my mouth.<br><br>It was foul, bitter and salty, and bright yellow as it ran down my leathers. The woman didn't drink enough water, I decided.<br><br>She finished, finally and I winced as she wiped her disgusting cunt on my cheek and across my mouth... And then the other one stepped forward...
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TiaMaria</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 13:41:42</strong>
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				<strong>Shannon Laine</strong><br><br>I smiled at Sally as she finished pissing in English's mouth. She looked better for having had a good hose down with piss, and it was time for her second helping. I relaxed myself, letting my piss flow out onto her. I wasn't as interested in pissing in her mouth as I was about pissing all over her face. She was going to look every bit the nasty toilet that she was. "Drink up, toilet" I sneered at her, purposefully not aiming at her mouth. "English whores deserve to be treated like this".<br><br>When I finished, I gripped her hair firmly and used it to wipe my twat. Her face really wouldn't have done much for me, and her hair still needed to be soiled. "More piss, English?" I sneered, the gang members who heard it laughing at it. I punched her hard in the gut again. She would know what she needed to answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 22:13:37</strong>
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				<strong>Christine The English Whore</strong><br><br>I really, really wished I'd not come in here. First my bike was trashed, then I was forced to piss in front of everyone, then punched hard, then pissed on, used as a toilet... <br><br><em>They sure know how to make a girl welcome in these parts...</em> The thought flashed into my head, with bitter irony, but the fist landing in my gut again prevented the ironic sneer that was about to form on my lips. Instead the air came out of my mouth in a whose.<br><br>She had asked me something... More piss?&nbsp; She wanted to know if I wanted to have more of this abuse? Oh god! Of course I didn't. I was sick to my stomach from the stuff I'd already swallowed, not to mention heavy fists. But the implication was clear... if I said no... <br><br>"Y... Yes.. p.p..please", I sobbed, gasping for breath, tears streaming down my cheeks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Seriously, you don't want to go in there!"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarilynCarry</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 17:19:12</strong>
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				<strong>Sally Bollywood</strong><br><br>I laughed as I watched the bitch lose her attitude and soon become a piss slut, oh she was gonna be such fun to fuck later.&nbsp; She just didn't know which hole she wanted to start with when it came to her turn to fuck the little Brit whore.<br><br>She stepped back and grinned at her friends. "So...anyone else got a bladder they need emptying?"
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