The Captive - Sex Stories

The Captive

... disappearing into a door on the right of the corridor, holding the hand of a tall, tanned man. You stand there stunned for what seems like an age, but is in fact just a few seconds. You are so sure. How could she do this? Wanting not to believe your eyes, you approach the door to find it is the gents' toilets. Aware of you are likely to find you barge the swing door open just in time to watch Emma laugh and follow the guy into a cubicle. As the door swings shut, you observe her sink to her knees. Standing shocked, soon you are bowled out of the way by a stream of guys making various comments about you being in the men's room. "Hey get out of here bitch!" "Wanna see my cock?" "C'mon honey suck on this" (this last comment followed by a d***ken guy waggling his tiny cock at you). Raging, part of you wants to barge in to the cubicle and tell Emma what you think of her. You want to fly off the handle and let her feel some of the pain she had just caused, but you are too proud to do that. Staggering away from the closed door, you bring one of the bottles to your mouth. Getting legless, that is the answer you believe.. So you take up a position at the bar and down the two bottles you hold in your hands. A further six bottles follow, with you neither noticing or caring if Emma, your 'friend' has emerged. It is nearing kicking out time and you do not wish to leave at the same time as a whole load of d***ken couples are amorously putting the finishing touched to their evening. You up ...

... and leave twenty minutes before three, having to negotiate the coat clerk. You stumble into the cold night, pretty inebriated and pretty pissed off. It does not take you long to realize that walking home is not going to be an option tonight as it is too cold. You are too d***k...so a taxi will be needed. In your current state, you are only vaguely aware of the yellow car drawing up alongside as you stagger along the pavement. It draws up level with you and the window descends electronically as you finally acknowledge it's presence, turning towards it. Other than a couple huddling tightly together, making out in a shop front down the street the area seems empty. "Hey Lady, you looking for a lift" a deep voice intones from inside the vehicle. You squint to see the driver. Observing a smiling face shaded by the long brim of a flat cap, there appeared to be a taxi sign atop the car. Not wishing to walk any further than you have to, you pull open the back door and almost fall in. As you straighten yourself in the back seat and fiddle with your top, you look up through the partition glass to see me, the driver, beaming back at you in the driver's mirror. "Had a good night?" i inquire. "No I bl**dy haven't. Now go to Coolige Park and quickly, please!" If you had better hearing, you may have heard the words muttered under my breath. "And it's only going to get worse." Sitting back on the backseat of the cab, you reflect back on the night. What a disaster it had been. You had hoped and ...