Alice stood at the bar, took a deep breath and threw the two small white pills in her mouth and swallowed with a big gulp of Jack Daniels and Coke. It was done. She looked around her, she didn’t know anyone and didn’t even know what the pills were, now she just had to wait. She thought back to what had brought her here.

Covid lockdown had been a long slow torture. At 28 she had to move back into her parents, partly to ensure they were ok, but also because financially she was unable to keep her own place. It had all made sense at the time, but the boredom soon kicked in, and she found herself in her old teenage room, on the internet, on forums, looking for excitement on those long days alone.

It was here she started chatting to Andy. He was a lot older, in his 50s, but he seemed to get into her thoughts like no other. She told him she fantasised about gangbangs, and he let her talk for weeks before making his offer. He would arrange something for her, if she followed his exact instructions.

It wasn’t an immediate “Yes.” More weeks of chatting, and yet he always came back to it. She would playfully agree, but always back away, until the deal was presented.

He would send her a dress to wear, a train ticket and the address of a public bar to meet in so she wouldn’t be alone. She was to bring no ID or money of her own, again he said to keep her safe. He would include enough cash for any expenses. Just her. In the dress. In the bar.

This sounded very exciting, very different. As the lockdown relaxed she found herself thinking more and more about it. It would be one night, and even if it wasn’t how she imagined, it would be worth it to find out. She finally said yes.

So the package arrived. A plain knee length white dress with a very open back, with a strap around the neck to keep it up. It surprised her as it looked very innocent rather than slutty as she was expecting, almost like something a young girl would wear for church, apart from the open back. A note read that no underwear was to be worn, now that felt slutty and she smiled to herself. She was also to wear strappy heels, which she didn’t have. She was more used to wearing her platform boots as she was quite small at 5 foot 1 inch, but she knew someone who would lend her something that would fit, so that was ok.

Also included was a single train ticket to Manchester, a £20 note (was that all?) and the address of a bar. Then there was a small envelope. The mystery was getting to be quite exciting, so she sat down on her bed and opened it.

There were two small white pills and a note which read “Once you get there, stand at the bar, order a Jack Daniels and Coke and take these. Do not move and do not speak to anyone. I will be there”

No mention had been made about any pills, and £20 seemed such a little amount to keep her safe, especially as she had only been sent a one way train ticket. But he had sent her these things and she had said yes. She felt she couldn’t back out now, and anyway he seemed ok and said he would be there, and she would never know what would happen unless she went.

So here she was, in the dress, in the bar having swallowed the pills. She started to feel that everyone was watching her. Which one was Andy? She felt very exposed in this bright white dress like a big sign inviting everyone to look. Two lads had started to talk to her but she just looked at her drink and took another big gulp, until they left calling her a “stuck up bitch”. What was she doing here?

She started to feel a little light headed, she wasn’t sure if it was the pills, the alcohol, or just the strange situation making her very nervous. It felt like she had been standing there for hours.

“Slut Alice,” the words were whispered into her ear. She looked around to see a tall older man, slim, very well groomed and looked after.

“Andy?”, she asked.

He smiled “Yes. You look good in that dress. Did you take the pills?”

“Yes”, she replied. She could feel her heart beating.

“Good girl. You need another drink.” as he ordered another Jack Daniels and Coke he smiled and nodded at the barman. He handed it to her and told her to drink it up.

She looked around the bar as she drank. It seemed to be a normal night for everyone, but she knew it was far from normal for her.

“Finish it.” Andy ordered. She drank it back and looked at him, unsure of what to do.

“Follow me,” he said as he walked across the bar. She followed and realised he was going into the gents toilets. She had come this far, she thought, so she followed.

There were a couple of men already in the gents by the urinals, it felt very different to the toilets she was accustomed too. The barman followed her in and put his foot on the door preventing any other entry.

“Kneel,” said Andy as he pushed down on her shoulder and she knelt down on the floor. He looked around at the men who suddenly found themselves with a girl on her knees. “Suck their cocks,” he commanded. The men unzipped and took out their cocks. She didn’t know who they were, but found herself on her knees in a toilet with a strangers cock in her mouth. This wasn’t what she had expected, but her heart was still beating faster.

The first man was slowly fucking her mouth as she looked up at him. His rhythm was increasing as he held her head, until finally he cum in her mouth. As soon as he pulled out the second man was in his place. She was gagging on him, but he didn’t stop as saliva and cum was running down her chin. The thought “Maybe this is why he bought me a white dress”, strangely crossed her mind. She didn’t feel quite there, it was all so strange. Was she really doing this?

Once the second man had cum Andy told her to stand up and the barman left. She hadn’t undressed, Andy hadn’t done anything, or the barman. “Was that it?” she wondered. Andy took her hand and marched her out of the toilets. As she crossed the bar she was suddenly very aware of how she must look, the front of her dress was stained and her makeup had run. She was aware she was being watched and she was taken out into the street.

It was a warm night, but the fresh air still knocked her off her feet and she felt a rush to her head. Andy steadied her and she noticed two the two young lads who tried to talk to her earlier standing with their drinks looking at her. “If you want some then follow me,” said Andy as he led her down the street. They followed them into another bar.

He went straight to the bar and instantly managed to get served as he gave the barman a knowing smile. She was given yet another Jack Daniels and Coke and told to drink. She obeyed. It helped clear her mouth of the taste of cum and bile.

The two lads looked at her eagerly, as she drank. She noticed one rubbing his cock through his trousers.

As she finished her drink Andy took the glass from her and marched her again into the gents. This time he said nothing, and just pushed her down on her knees. She found herself kneeling in a pool of piss. The two lads followed. “Blow jobs only, lads,” said Andy. There were no complaints, just two hard cocks immediately out and in her face. She tried to suck and work them. Kneeling in piss, no knowing who these were, she sucked their cocks as the man she thought she was going to be with watched.

The barman entered, but he wasn’t as careful as the one from the first pub. He watched as the two lads finished, partly on her face, and then his cock was pushing in hard down her throat, a real throat fucking that she had never experienced before. She gagged and retched, and found herself kneeling not only in piss, but in her own vomit, splashed on her dress with drool and cum. This wasn’t how she had imagined it, but she felt like the queen of all sluts.

He finished, shooting cum into her mouth and down her throat. She looked up at Andy, a look that asked if she was doing ok. She noticed others had entered while the barman was fucking her throat and were smiling at her. Andy smiled at her. “I think you are ready now,” he said and led her out of the toilets as several disappointed men watched them leave.

Again she was pushed out into the street. Andy led her down several alleyways and she could only look at the cobbles as she realised what she must look like. God, what she must she smell like? She had lost all control, handed it to this man, and she had no idea where she was going.

Andy stopped at an anonymous door on the street. It was just plain with no windows, and he knocked and it opened instantly. She was led into a dark corridor with only a glow of light from overhead. They stopped at a curtained alcove. “Ready?” said Andy. She had no idea what she had to be ready for. Without even waiting for an answer he pushed her through the curtain.