Giggling, Sadistic Schoolgirl in Love! - Part Three

...continued from Part Two !

In all , we were there for not more than twenty minutes. Longer than I usually like, but several of the guys insisted on buying us drinks, and we didn’t want to appear to be rude. Before long, arm in arm - and in some cases, arm in arm in arm - we left the sad little bar, draining it of its male customers. We were finally on our way.  Phase One complete!
Gerald could hardly keep his hands off of me.  His pecker was jutting stiffly out of his jeans, and he kept rubbing it against me.  “So, baby, where we goin’ anyhow?” he said, chewing his tobacco while he did so.
“I told you! We’re going to an extra special nightclub!  You’ll love it!”
“Yeah, listen, what about if we, you know, just find somewhere private we can go and…”
“Now, now, Gerald!”  I said, putting my hands on my hips and pouting.  “Maybe you’re not the man I thought you were!”
“No, no!  I’m sorry!  I’ll go anywhere with you!  Really, truly!”
I smiled at him, giggled and tousled his hair.  “Okay, let’s go, then!”
“But how are we all gonna…”  That’s when he saw the bright pink BBC-Mobile sitting there in the parking lot.  “Holy shit!” he muttered.
The other men were all gaping at it as well. Several of them spit out their tobacco.  “Well hol-lee sheet!”
“Everybody in!” I ordered, opening wide the doors.
It was a tight squeeze, but eventually I got everyone in. Several of the ladies had to use their men’s laps, and I don’t think there were any complaints. Marlene and Darlene each sat on one of their cuck’s knees, cooing and running their fingers over his girth and giggling.
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Twenty minutes later, we were still on the road.
“Hey, where are we going again?”  one of the guys would ask every once in a while.
“We’re almost there!” was my response.
Cindy and I would share a conspiratorial look and giggle.  She was wet, I knew it.  The closer we got, the more tingly she became.  I could relate, my panties were practically soaked all the way through!

I have to admit, though, I was worried about Marianne. Every so often I’d look at her in the rear-view mirror and saw her making out fiercely with her stud. He had his hands all over her, up her shirt, up her skirt, everywhere. She was moaning in pleasure, had her tongue stuck all the way down his throat. Normally I don’t mind that kind of behavior, but I was just nervous that she was maybe developing real feelings for him. I wasn’t sure she would be able to do what she had to do when the time came.
“Shit,” said Gerald. “Where the fuck is this?”
“Good news, we’re here!” I parked the van in the parking lot of a dirty, broken down club in the dirtiest roughest part of the ghetto. Most of these rednecks had never seen anything like it, except in the movies. Everything was covered in graffiti and broken glass, homeless people trolling about, sirens in the distance.
“This is fucked!” said Gerald, and I could tell the other cucks were feeling the same.
“Shh...” I said to Gerald, but loud enough for all to hear.  “This is the coolest, hippest night club there is!  We come here all the time.  You’ll love it!”
He spit out some more tobacco. “I don’t’ know...”
He was scared.  I could see it in him. The big, bad redneck was scared. He didn’t want to go in there.  He didn’t want to be in there at all.  His fear made me even wetter and my breath shallow.
“Don’t be scared,” I told him, breathing heavy, running my fingers around his arms, up to his neck.  “You’ll get fucked tonight, I promise.  And I never, ever…” I leaned in and gave him a deep open mouthed kiss, running my tongue along the inside of his mouth. “…break my promises.”
“Shit, you taste like cherries!” he said with a grin.
I giggled, kissed him again, deeply, pressing my boobs into his chest.  “Now come on. Let’s go in.”
Hook line and sinker!  The men all followed us through the club, through the front door.  It was dark inside, and the beat was heavy.
“OH SHIT!” said Gerald suddenly as the door closed behind him.  “FUCK ME!”
They were the only white men in the whole club.  The rest of it was comprised entirely of large black men with beers and pool cues in their hands.  And they did not look happy.
Gerald backed away.  I’ll give him that much.  The rest of the rednecks just stood there, unmoving.  But Gerald backed away, cursing, feeling for the door. It wouldn’t open.  He pushed at it, pulled at it, but it wouldn’t budge. He was trapped.  It was quite an entertaining sight, watching him trying to escape!  “Goddammit!” he hollered. “Someone open this fucking door!”
Then a large black yelled from the shadows. “Boy, you ain’t goin nowhere!”

The girls and I were positively a-tingle with electric excitement.  In some ways, this was the best part, the anticipation!  We all gathered together, put our arms around each other, wide-eyed, watching the white boys as they grouped together – safety in numbers and all that - looking around in utter fear.
“Mar.. Marianne..?” That was Marianne’s quivering prey. He didn’t look so tough now.
I looked to Marianne to see what her reaction would be. For a moment, I thought I saw a flash of genuine concern across her face.  Then she glanced at me, smiled, and began chewing a piece of gum.            She blew a large, pink , round bubble, so big, that everyone in the bar watched it.
Then. POP!

...to be continued!