Chapter 2

It was late in the afternoon and the world was sparkley. Nicole weaved cheerfully down the street as it wobbled and twisted before her. She sang half-remembered songs, giggling whenever she forgot the words and then starting again with an entirely different song or sometimes a weird mix of two songs. The buildings around her jiggled like they were made out of gelatin. She blinked and giggled as she realized she had completely forgotten where she was going. It was a very pretty afternoon, though, so she decided not to worry about it. She continued stumbling down the street, turning corners at random, waving at people who stared at her as she passed.

She turned down one street and coming towards her was a group of sweaty men in green soccer uniforms. They matched her dress, she noticed, and she giggled.

The men seemed very happy and looked even happier when they saw Nicole and her big boobies. She stuck out her chest and grinned.

"Oh Baby!" exclaimed the one with a big number 3 on his shirt.

"Oh man, you are fine!" said number 8.

"Hot! Hot! Hot!" exclaimed number 16.

"Hey!" exclaimed number 3. "We just beat the top ranked team in our league. Why don't you come celebrate with us?"

Nicole giggled.

"O.K.," she agreed.

The team cheered. They swept her along back the way she had come and into a bar on the corner. A hand snaked out to squeeze her ass. Nicole giggled and several more hands followed. She liked celebrations.

"Bartender!" cried out number three as they filed into the bar and pushed several tables together. "Let the beer flow for my comrades! For they are the greatest soccer team in all of Brazil! Compared to us, the Corinthians are a bunch of pussies!"

The team cheered. The bartender rolled his eyes. Number three showed him a wad of bills and the beer began to flow.

A mug of beer was pressed into Nicole's hand. She didn't usually drink, but it was a celebration after all.

"To Rafael!" shouted number 3. "Who has the left foot of God Himself!"

"To Rafa!" the team echoed and raised their glasses. Nicole raised her beer as well in the direction of number 22. She drank. She hadn't realized how thirsty all the pot she had smoked had made her. She chugged and chugged until her mug was empty. She put it down and saw that the whole team was staring at her in amazement. She smiled at them and gave a little hiccup that made her boobies jiggle. The team erupted in applause. Nicole beamed.

"Hey Marcelo!" one of them called out. "Our groupie needs more beer!"

"Hey, that's right!" said the one with the pitcher. "She's our first groupie! What's your name, beautiful?"

Nicole giggled.

"Nica," she said as he filled her glass.

"Well, let's drink a toast to Nica!" he said.

"To Nica!" they all shouted.

Nicole basked in their adoration and, because they seemed to like it the first time, drained her entire glass in one go. A bit of foam slid down her chin and into her cleavage. The team cheered. Nicole burped, then giggled.

"I bet your wife will be sorry she stopped coming to our games, hey Rafa?" said number 3. "I bet all kinds of women will start following us around once word gets out how good we are! Nica, you should have seen our boy Rafael out there today! He was unstoppable! He's a hero! You should kiss him as a reward!"

The left forward looked a bit embarrassed, but hopeful. He was sitting directly across the table from Nica.

"O.K.," she agreed and slipped down out of her seat and got on her hands and knees under the table. The team was making cat calls up above. Nicole pulled herself up between Rafa's knees, pulled down his shorts, and gave him a long, passionate kiss on his balls as his dick grew long and hard.

"Sweet Mother of God!" he exclaimed there above the table. There was a scuffle as the players scrambled to see what she was doing down there, then cries of amazement, disbelief, and adoration.

Nicole appreciated the attention, but mostly she appreciated Rafa's cock, which had gotten very hard for her. It was quite salty and tasted nice as she opened wide and got as much of it as she could in her mouth, pressing the tip against the back of her throat. She slathered it with her tongue as she pressed her lips against it and drew her head slowly back until she felt the rim of his cock head on the tip of her tongue, then she bobbed her head forward, shoving the hot man meat back down her throat with a grunt. After repeating this half a dozen times, she could taste little drops of yummy pre-cum.

"Mmmmm!" she exclaimed and started to speed up. She was getting so good at this! Soon she would have her happy reward!

Rafa was pounding one fist on the table. The other hand reached under and entwined itself in her hair. He was so close. Nica sensed it and she needed his man-juice now! She thrust her face forward until her nose nestled his pubes and her chin hit his balls. Her throat was stuffed with cock and she groaned in anticipation as finally it started to pulse and give up its load of ecstasy. She pulled her head back so it would fill her mouth rather than go straight down her throat. She made high, happy little noises as under the barroom table became the most wonderful place in the universe.

After several moments in paradise, Nicole realized Rafa's spent prick had been pulled from her mouth and that is teammates were looking at her there under the table the was a pack of wolves look at a lost little lamb. She gave them a sticky smile.

"You know," said number three, "Rafa never would have scored that first goal if I hadn't gotten him the ball. Don't you think I deserve a reward too?"

"Hey, I had the assist on the second goal!" said number 11. "I want one too!"

"Don't forget about the defense!" exclaimed the goalie. "A team is nothing without a good keeper! My fullbacks and me should get some too!"

"I say, we win as a team, we get head as a team!" said number 16. "We should all get some!"

They looked expectantly at Nicole.

"O.K.," she happily agreed.

The team cheered and in seconds shorts were pulled down around ankles Nicole was surrounded by cocks, already hard from her performance with Rafa, all pointed at her, begging for her attention. She giggled in delighted confusion, not knowing which to suck first. They all looked so yummy! She grabbed the nearest one and went to work, a luscious labor of love. This one went off faster than Rafa's, but Nica barely had a moment to revel in the flavor before another hard dick was begging entrance into her spunky mouth. She gave a muffled giggle as once again a cockhead was tickling her tonsils. This was the best celebration ever!

She was half aware of the men talking about her above the table.

"Damn! This slut is crazy!"

"I don't give a shit if she's stark raving mad! She sucks cock better than any whore! I swear she's getting drunk of our spunk!"

"Man, she was totally stoned when we found her. Didn't you smell the pot?'

"Fuck, I just smell her pussy. That's one horny bit of trim down there! If she doesn't suck me off next I'm gonna blow my wad all over her!"

She was on her sixth cock when she heard another voice asking about her.

"O.K., here's three more pitchers," said the bartender. "Say, what happened to that girl that came in here with you?"

"Oh her?" asked number three in as strained voice, since it was his dick in her mouth. "She, um, went to get something... huh... something to eat."

"Yeah," said another. "She went to get a hotdog."

The players chuckled.

"She really likes hotdogs," said another.

The bartender growled menacingly.

"She'd better be all right. I could tell she wasn't exactly sober when you brought her in here. Not that a sober woman would want anything to do with you. But I don't stand for perverts taking advantage of young ladies in my bar!"

"Don... don't worry... Mr. bartender man," said number three as his dick started to throb in Nicole's mouth. "We treat our... our fans with... respect!"

And he respectfully pumped jism into her mouth.

"Well, if she comes back here, let me know and I'll call her a cab."

"O.K., bossman!" said number 3, saluting cheekily.

"I wan more cock!" Nicole exclaimed, seeing that number 3 was spent.

"What was that?" that bartender asked?

"Oh, um," said number 3, pushing Nicole towards the cock of the player beside him. "I said I want Moorecock. It's a brand of whiskey. Do you have it?"

The bartender frowned.

"Never heard of it. And I've heard of everything."

"Oh, um, well any brand will do then, I guess."

He grumbled something about not standing for funny business in his bar and went to fill the order.

Nicole continued in the role of trophy, rewarding every player's cock for their victory. They all switched to whiskey and soon were singing nasty songs about nasty girls, but none so nasty as the one making rounds beneath the table.

"Hey! Who's got the bimbo?" came the keeper's voice from qbove the table.

"She's right... she's right... oh god yes! That's it! Drink it down you beautiful cock-sucker!" said the player whose dick was in her mouth. "OH YEAH... huh... huh... woooo... I'm done with her, Paulinho <belch> Pul your dick out and I'll tell her to crawl on over."

"Fuck that," said the keeper. "I already had her mouth. I want her pussy! Get her up on the table! I'll fuck her right in fronta everbody!"

"Oh yeah Paulinho!" cried one player.

"You ride 'er, cowboy!" encouraged another.

Hands reached down beneath the table and grabbed the confused but willing Nica. Soon she was on hands and knees on the tabletop and her skirt had been pushed up around her waist. Looking back between her thighs, she saw that one of the players was getting up on the table behind her. his shorts were down and his cock was hard. Nica grinned and giggled. He was going to fuck her!

"Hey now! What's this? What in God's name do you think your doing?"

Nicole looked up to see the bartender, red-faced and fumming.

"I think he's gonna fuck me," Nicole informed him. Then her hand slipped on a puddle of beer and her face hit the table.

"Why you shameless bastards!" roared the barkeeper. "Out of my bar! Right now!"

"What the fuck is it to you?" demanded the keeper, cock poised just out of reach of her cunt.

"I said now!" bellared the bartender and raised a double barrell shotgun.

"Holy shit! He's got a gun!" exclaimed number 3.

The next thing Nicole knew, all her boyfriends were gone.

"But... but..." Nicole said, confused.

"Now you get down from there, Miss." the barkeeper was saying.

The big man helped her down and smoothed down her dress without touching anything that Nicole liked to have touched.

"Don't you wanna be my boyfriend too?" Nicole asked.

"If you must know, I'm not much interested in girls," said the bartender. "And I hate to see anyone in your condition taken advantage of, even if you did seem to have gotten yourself into it. Matter of professional pride. So if you can tell me your address, I'll get you a cab home."

"But I wanna party!" Nicole pointed out.

"I think you've partied enough, now miss. Now what's your address."

Nicole crossed her eyes and tried to remember. Somehow she managed and he wrote it down and picked up the phone to call a cab. There were several shotglasses with whisky still in them left behind by the soccer team. It wasn't as good as jism but it still made her feel yummy. She started finishing them off and had several shots before the bartender noticed and put a stop to it. He wasn't any fun at all!