A Brand New Nowhere

Killer Drink

Karter, once Gowen was done teasing and edging her under the table, got our waitresses attention and finally got to order our food.

"I would like the Fettuccine Alfredo." Karter said, leaning on the table a bit to hide the fact that her legs were twitching under the table.

"Can I just have soup for the breadsticks? I don't feel that hungry." Jasmine nodded gingerly at the waitress and they nodded.

Gowen didn't like that Jasmine wouldn't be eating much but ordered without a word about it. "I'll just have spaghetti please.."

"Oh could we also get more breadsticks?" Karter blurted, making Jasmine giggle.

"Alrighty!" The waitress cooed as she finished up writing the order on their sticky note. They then bowed slightly and walked away, immediately letting Gowen say what's on his mind.

"Why aren't you eating more?" He asked Jasmine, giving her a worried look.

"I'm just.. not hungry for food." She shrugged, glancing down his figure then at Karter's lips. She could only think of pleasure. Both Gowen and Karter knew that, in that moment, she would do almost anything to get at least one of them to please her.

"Not for food?" Gowen decided to tease her. "What are you hungry for then, my dear?"

Please she's so hot! Fuuuuck the submission from Jasmine is so intoxicating!

"I.. I uhm.." She tried, being cut off by Gowen chuckling and sliding his hand between Karter's legs again.

"Spread your legs for a moment, babygirl." He cooed at Karter, making her whimper and do as she was told. He dipped his fingers in for a moment, curled them, and gently took them out again.

Karter couldn't help but gasp and put her head back when he curled his fingers. He showed Jasmine how sticky Karter made his fingers by slowly pulling them apart.

Jasmine watched intently, going a deep red and whimpering.

"Is this what you're hungry for, darling?" Gowen smirked and sucked on his fingers, making both girls submit.

Karter can't get enough of his hands on her and Jasmine cant get enough of his death stare as he does what he's good at.

"I didn't hear an answer." Gowen watched Jasmine as she tried pulling her mind out of the gutters enough to answer his dirty question without begging like a whore.

"Yes.. Yes, sir.." She stammered.

"Yes, sir, what?"

"Yes, sir, I'm hungry for.. that." She averted both Karter and Gowen's gaze by staring at her hands on the table.

A smirked carved into Gowen's face as she leaned back and watched Jasmine become flustered and embarrassed. She truly was a sub to both Gowen and Karter... but I don't think she cares much.

"You can have as much as you want when we get to Karter's house, ok, needy girl?~" Gowen purred, teasing Jasmine's thoughts.

"Yes, sir." Jasmine pouted that she couldn't get it now and that she was being treated like a baby.

The waitress soon came back with their food and gave everyone the food they ordered. She also offered them a sample of Vodka to try. Karter offered to try and the waitress gently handed it to her.

Tipping her head back and letting the alcohol spill down her throat. Karter was met with a subtle taste of grape and strong bitter vodka. She cringed and handed the cup back to the waitress.

"That was NOT normal Vodka." Karter coughed, scrunching her nose at how strong the taste of Vodka was. She had never tasted Vodka before and Jasmine laughed at her, thinking she was joking.

"What do mean, dear?" Gowen tilted his head, looking as Karter whined and stuck out her tongue with pouting eyes. Her throat was on fire from what she still thought was just the Vodka. Her breath started to become shallower and she smacked her hand on Jasmine's hand as a warning of 'I can't fucking breathe.'

Jasmine had an epiphany and facepalmed before grabbing an epi-pen from Karter's bag. She readied it and stabbed it into Karter's thigh. Gowen watched, confused as fuck.

"You're an idiot, Kar!" Jasmine huffed.

The waitress walked away, confused and scared that she was going to lose her job for offering a drink to someone.

"What just happened??" Gowen looked obliviously at Jasmine who was helping Karter drink water.

"She's fucking allergic to grapes and, apparently, there were grapes in that drink."

Fuck it burns like hell!

"I thought it was Vodka??" Gowen looked confused before turning back and seeing the waitress had left. He also noticed that a few tables saw what had happened.

The tables around them showed signs of being uncomfortable, confused, and embarrassed to be seated near them.

"Have you ever had Vodka before Karter?" Jasmine thought aloud.

"No!" She gasped, being able to breathe better. "I didn't know it had grapes in it.."

"It doesn't." Gowen huffed, now annoyed that there are no waiters/waitresses anywhere near the table that he could call over and complain to.

"Calm down, babe, it's ok.." Karter started.

"No it's not fucking okay! They could've killed you and didn't even offer their help." He growled in anger, his features shifting. He held his ears as his hair fell over his eyes.

Karter could tell he had shifted and hugged him. His mind was racing with other people's thoughts but, as soon as her skin met his, it was only hers. Only her in that moment.

It's ok, love. She thought to him. I'm ok.