Hymn for The Weekend

Chapter 6

AN: Audra is Eugenie Bouchard

Adrua's POV

Rachel grabs my hand and leads me over to the bar where she then pulls me into a seat.

"Okay, what was that about," she ask with a smirk.

"I don't know. I guess Milos was just trying to protect me. He obviously wants me to have an A game at practice tomorrow. I don't really want to talk about it," I say.

She still is smirking at me deviously when our manager grabs a mic and shouts," I have a special announcement everyone."

Oh boy.

"Our girls will be doing belly shots. So choose one of our ladies and line up!"

I look back at Rachel and she has an annoyed look on her face. She brings her hand up to her head, shapes it into a gun, and pretends to pull the trigger. I laugh and mouth "same".

Eight tables had been pulled together and men crowded all around them. Rachel and I, along with four other girls, watch the bartender line up the different types of rum, liquor, whiskey, vodka, and tequila. Many if the guys point at us and then at a certain bottle. I shake my head in disgust.

"I typically don't mind doing belly shots. My only problem with this situation is that they are 40 year old pervy pigs," says Rachel.

I scan the room for any at least semi attractive but my eyes are left astray. I sigh a look at the bar tender as he gives me a sympathetic look.

"Hey listen, I'll go first since I have experience and I can just tell you want to cry your pretty little eye out."

"First of all, I am not about to cry and second, don't the guys get to chose?"

"Just pretend you're in the bathroom and watch how I do this."

She gives me a wink and sashays off with just the right amount of movement in her hips so she doesn't look too obvious. I roll my eyes and sit back as the guys all line up and look at Rachel like she's a steamy meal and they're starving stragglers.

Suddenly, I feel a soft tap at my shoulders and spin to see Milos smirking playfully at me, his head tilted slightly to the right causing his curly fudge brown hair to fall to one side of his face.

"What about 'don't come stalk me' don't you understand?"

"Why can't I be here for my own enjoyment. Just because you're cute doesn't mean it's about you princess."

I let my mouth fall to the depths of hell at his comment. If he wanted to play it that way, so could I.

"Oh and you may want to close your mouth. The guys in here are pretty horny and will want to put something in there," Milos says, pointing  to my open mouth.

My mouth snapped closed as quick as you could say 'what the fuck'. I look at my feet and blush a little, trying to find something to think about other than Milos's comment. I decide to pay attention to Rachel and the other girls. They all lie down on the table while the men choose what drinks they want to lick off of the girls. Rachel was lying down while the bartender poured Fireball in her navel. A man, probably in his late 30s whom was decent looking, bent over, slurped the rum from Rachel's belly-button, and licked any remaining rum on Rachel's toned stomach. I shivered, disgusted.

Next, the bartender poured tequila into Abby, a strawberry blonde haired girl's belly-button and a greasy, probably 40 year old man stepped up with gleaming eyes attached his mouth to Abby's body like a leech, savoring every moment he could. Milos rushed past me to stand in the back of the line. He turned his head in my direction, his eyes meeting mine, and winked. I felt the A warm sensation creep up my neck and my cheeks burn, not sure if it was from embarrassment or anger.

As I turn away to go clear the tables littered with empty bottles and glasses, I feel a hand on the back of my neck jerk me towards the rest of the girls. I whip my head around to see a maybe 6'3 man in his thirties smirking at me. I glare at him and flip him off.

"Sorry, but I'm not into the whole submissive thing. Patty over there with the red hair loves a good spanking."

I step away from him, the palm of my hand soothing the ache in the back of my neck when a hand grabs the back of my panties. I spin and slap the same man across the face. The look on his face made me want to disappear. He came at me steaming and slammed me forwards onto one of the tables, pulling my arms behind my back. Yanking of his tie, he whispered smoothly in my ear," You women are weak and are meant to be used, so don't you dare lay a finger on my unless you're screaming my name while I fuck you".
"So you don't want me to suck your dick?"
He slapped my ass and just wrapped his tie around my wrists.

     I felt a cool liquid being poured down my backside and knew immediately that it was alcohol. The tropic smell of coconut confirmed that I was practically taking a coconut rum shower. I feel a warm tongue on my ass and gag. It snaked around and soon my bum was covered in his saliva. I squealed.

"You like that don't you." He says as he rubs my butt.

"Yes, so much that I've about 5 seconds from vomiting."

"The only thing I should be hearing from your mouth are moans."

"I feel like you're a feminist."

He growls and smacks my butt again, but this time a little harder. Our manager announces that all girls must participate. I look back at the man and shrug.

"Gosh, I had such an amazing time being spanked and all. Let's do it again sometime." I say as he untied me and shoves me forward. My cheeks are burning my I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing that he hurt me. With a hard sigh and an eye roll, I hop up onto the table and lye down, waiting to be a victim to a horny vampire-like man. Cool, bourbon is poured rather lazily in my navel and the surrounding area and I shiver. A man, shadows cloaking his face like a mask, bends down and makes the most disgusting slurping sound as he licks my stomach clean. A wave of nausea hits me but I swallow the feeling down. I closed my eyes and take a deep breath, preparing for my alcohol to be poured on me like a satanic waterfall when I fell a gentle hand jerk me upright. My eyes click open and I'm met with two chocolate colored eyes staring back down at me. We stay there for a second, not being able to pull ourselves out of the trance. The hands belonging to the man with the chocolate eyes shakes me and I snap out of it.

     Milos stands in front of me, he hands on my triceps. I stumble back and look at him in bewilderment.

"Why can't you leave me to my hoeing and just piss off?"

"Well," he laughs softly," You're going to get yourself into something you can't handle."

"I can handle a few horny guys thank you very much."

"How do I put this." He highs as he rubs his temple with his right hand. "They want sex."

I scoff, snort, and laugh all at the same time as I feel my legs turn to jello. I wasn't ready to be raped. I wanted my first time to be special. I didn't want to do this anymore. My legs give out and the world turn pitch black after I hear Milos shout my name.