Charlotte's Niece

by Pamela

pamelapamela@hotmail.com

 

Chapter 13

I saw that Charlotte had changed her outfit. She she was now wearing a skin tight black leather skirt, and a light gray, shear, tank top that tightly gripped her large breasts. She had on gray tinted pantyhose and black high heels. There was a black leather choker around her neck and a black leather bracelet around her right wrist. Her face looked preoccupied and I was certain that Ethel hadn't prepared her for the presence of a girl sitting in her living room. Despite my inner fear, I forced myself to put on the happiest and most affectionate smile I could muster. When finally Charlotte noticed me, I watched the dawning of surprise on her face. She clearly did not recognize me, since she seemed puzzled and she turned to Ethel as if to get an explanation.

"It's me!" I called out, unable to contain my excitement any longer, "It's me, Vickie!"

Charlotte's face filled with confusion and then a trace of consternation, like she was straining her memory trying to figure out where she knew me from.

I got up and came towards her smiling, "Aunt Charlotte! It's me Vickie! Your niece!"

I looked over smiling at Ethel and saw that she was also smiling and intently looking at Charlotte.

I was now standing in front of Charlotte, and I looked up into her eyes and felt bubbly with excitement. This was more fun than I had even imagined. I was going to love being Vickie! I started to giggle slightly. "Aren't I pretty!" I said feeling a wave of affection for Charlotte.

I saw Charlotte's expression jump to a smile, then suddenly to a frown. She let out what I suppose would be called a grunt, "Greg!"

It was an awful sound. She was staring at me with eyes that got so intense they seemed to emit some kind of crystal clear radiation. Her lips formed a snarl.

"Aunt Charlotte! Ethel, Aunt Ethel and I wanted to surprise you! I'm pretending to be Vickie. So I can be your niece, at least for awhile!" I came up closer to her as if to give her a hug. She took a step back and spit out, "you pervert."

"Aunt Charlotte! No! You've got it wrong! I'm Vickie! I want to apologize for what I said before! I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. Aunt Ethel and I thought I could make it up to you by being Vickie. You were right about me! I did want to be a girl. I wanted to be your girl. I wanted to be your niece!"

"How cruel," Charlotte said, "and I thought you were vicious before. This is just beyond my imagination." The words were eerily quiet and I had to strain to hear them.

I looked at Ethel, and I saw she was paralyzed in confusion.

"See how pretty I am. Aunt Ethel helped me make myself up to be pretty. And I just adore Vickie's dress. It fits me like it was made for me! And see how Aunt Ethel cut my hair, and we went out and bought some," I pointed at my bust, "you know what's, so I could have a figure and be pretty for you. And I so much want to have you forgive me for what I said before. I do want to be your niece, if you'll let me!"

"Get out," Charlotte said in the tiniest whisper.

"No please, Aunt Charlotte. You're not understanding what I said. I'm not trying to hurt you, or make fun of you."

"Get out," Charlotte repeated.

I looked again at Ethel, "Aunt Ethel will tell you, she said you would fall in love with me as Vickie." I felt tears coming on.

"I have never seen such a display of cruelty. Now get out!" Charlotte's voice was getting louder.

"Aunt Ethel! Say something to Aunt Charlotte! Explain our plan!"

"Charlotte," Ethel said softly, but Charlotte did not turn to look at her.

"Aunt Charlotte!" I said and tried to embrace her. She knocked my hands away and I started crying. "Aunt Charlotte. I can be Vickie! Please let me be Vickie. I'm sorry, you just don't understand!"

"Get out and don't ever come back!" Charlotte said distinctly.

I fell to my knees in front of her and tried to hold onto her around her leather skirt, but she shoved me away. "Aunt Charlotte, don't throw me out. I'll be Greg! I'll take off the dress! I didn't mean to hurt you again!" I collapsed to the floor and grabbed hold of her feet. She tried to kick me away and suddenly I felt a blow of her shoe on my lip and I let go.

"Now get up and get out," Charlotte said and she grabbed my hand and yanked me up onto my feet. I wobbled for a moment getting used to the heels and then steadied myself.

She dragged me towards the door of the apartment and suddenly Ethel came to life.

"Charlotte, don't throw out the boy, it was my idea!"

Charlotte had a vice-like grip on my hand and though I tried to resist as best I could, she had no trouble forcing me towards the door.

"You ugly thing," Charlotte snapped at me. With her free hand she opened the front door. "ETHEL!" I yelled, completely hysterical now. "Shut up and get out!" Charlotte said in a steady voice and gave me enough of a shove to have me land against the wall on the other side of the corridor. I fell to the ground, and lay there silently except for my heaving tears. Charlotte looked me in the eye and said, "don't ever come back here again," and she reentered her apartment slamming the door behind her.

I lay on the ground in my dress with my bosom rising and falling in great sobs. It was all a huge misunderstanding. It had to be. How could Ethel be so wrong? And what was Ethel doing? Why did she allow Charlotte to throw me out. Where was she now? I stood up. My arm hurt from the wrenching Charlotte had given it and I shook it to ease what felt to be a cramp in my tricep. Inside the apartment I heard loud voices. Ethel and Charlotte were having a heated argument. I put my ear to the door and listened to see if I could make out the words. It was too indistinct, but it was clear that Charlotte was doing most of the talking.

It was a mistake to rely on Ethel for anything. She must be a dimwit I thought. To even think for one second that Charlotte had any compassion for me was ridiculous. And now Ethel is so stupidly afraid she just let me get thrown out into the street! I have to get out of these clothes, that was for sure. But I had no money or anything. There was no one nearby who would help me. I couldn't go to Linda's all dressed up like Vickie! That would not make a lot of sense! The only thing I could do was get Charlotte to let me change back into Greg and get my money. Then I would call my mom and dad long distance.

I rang the doorbell and waited. I was about to ring again when I heard the clip-clop of shoes coming toward the door. It opened and Charlotte was standing there. "Let me make myself clear. If you don't get away from here, I'll make sure you regret it."

"But Aunt Charlotte, I need my things! My wallet!"

She slammed the door in my face just as I saw Ethel coming toward me from the living room. I could not believe it. Not even my wallet? I heard a lot of shouting. They must be standing just on the other side of the door. I listened with my ear to the door and I could easily hear what they were saying.

"He can stay with me!" I heard Ethel say and I felt suddenly hopeful. Why hadn't I thought of that? She had an apartment somewhere in the building. She certainly owed it to me!

"I will not have him in this building. And I will not have him coming between us!"

"But its not fair to Lillian!"

"Lillian created such an evil creature. She'll understand what had to be done!"

"The boy's not evil!"

"He took Vickie away from me! Then he laughed in my face saying he's Vickie! You know Vickie, she'd never do that to me, not after everything I've done for her!"

"It was my idea. I thought that you could better deal with him as a girl. He's such a girl anyway. You saw that yourself. You know he's not really a boy. I never had to twist his arm to get him into a dress. He'd be an 8 year old girl if we gave him half a chance!"

"Thats enough! He's not my Vickie and I won't tolerate him around me!"

"What will happen to him?"

"It doesn't really matter does it?"

"Charlotte!"

"Its the Village, Ethel. He'll fit right in."

"He'll get you arrested for child abuse!"

"On what basis?"

"Throwing him out on the street!"

"I'm supposed to let him steal my clothes? Let him be insolent and hurtful? If anyone would get arrested it would be Lillian! I opened up my home to him and he has been nothing but disgraceful."

I started crying all over again. This was so unfair. I rang the bell again.

Charlotte had to know how unfair this was. To blame me for everything. To blame my mom! Charlotte was the sicko, the pervert. She should be locked up! I rang the bell again. Then again. Then kept on ringing it.

The door flew open and Charlotte stood there as hateful as ever.

"I'm sorry," I said and began backing away.

"I told you to stay away. What does it take to get you to understand?"

"I have nowhere to go," I said.

Charlotte grabbed me by the neck and dragged me back into the apartment.

"Ill go back to being Greg!" I said. To my horror, Charlotte took me toward where the belt was lying on the sofa.

`I'll teach you to ring my door bell."

"Don't Charlotte," Ethel said, "I beg you!" and she took a step toward Charlotte.

"Shut up, Ethel, get away!" Ethel backed off.

"It must be the sedative Charlotte! It's making you crazy. You'll regret hitting him tomorrow! Remember!"

"You're not my Vickie," Charlotte said as she brought me toward the sofa. I started to struggle to break free, but was no match for her. She sat on the edge of the sofa and shoved me stomach first across her knees so my head hit the carpeting. I frantically struggled and screamed, "LET ME GO! I'LL GO! I WONT RING THE BELL." Charlotte held me down with her left arm across my back. My cheek was lying on the carpet and one of my hands held on to her high heeled shoe and the other was under the sofa. Charlotte raised up her left leg and used it to clamp down on my kicking legs, and then with her right hand, she lifted up my skirt and draped it up and over until I could feel it on the back of my head.

"Vickie's slip also!" Charlotte said, and she lifted up my slip and then roughly pulled down my pantyhose and panties, until my naked bottom was exposed. "NO!" I screamed, but Charlotte began whipping me hard. There was a loud "thwacking" sound as each blow hit. "Thwack, thwack, thwack." I helplessly tried to free myself from her powerful grasp but it was useless. Blood ran into my head and I felt a little dizzy. "Thwack, thwack, thwack." Each blow gave a piercing pain. I felt faint and then went limp and Charlotte swung her arm again and again on my rear. "Thwack, thwack, thwack."

"Oh, my God!" I heard Ethel say, " how horrible. You must stop Charlotte!"

Limply I lay there with a terrible burning sensation on my bottom. My nose was filled with fluid and I could barely breathe.

"Thwack, thwack, thwack."

"I see blood!" Ethel yelled and Charlotte suddenly stopped. She threw the belt onto the chair and pushed me off her leg so I dropped to the ground at her feet.

"Now pull up your panties and hose and get the hell out of here!"

I struggled to my feet and yanked up my panties while attempting to run to the door. The pantyhose were at my knees and I stumbled and sprawled onto the ground. Fearfully I looked back at Charlotte, and then got back up again, reached the front door and left the apartment.

 

Outside in the hall again, I stood up and reached under my dress and slip and lifted up my panties. My bottom was on fire. I could barely stand the pain. I pulled up the pantyhose and hobbled down the hall away from Charlotte's door. Not far away was the indoor emergency stairway, and I entered it and gently lay down on the stairs on my side to avoid sitting on my bottom. An uncontrollable wave of tears swept over me and I fought for breath as my chest heaved up and down. What can I do? What can I do? I wanted to be with Lei so badly I could burst. I'll have to call my mom and dad, but I didn't have the phone number. There is no way to contact them. I shivered in terror. I want my mommy, I thought, and began crying again.

After awhile I calmed down and took note of my surroundings. The stairwell was gray colored and smelled strongly of paint. There was a neatly stacked hose and nozzle sitting on a rack attached on the wall next to a thick red pipe running from floor to ceiling. Probably very few people ever took the stairs. I could stay here for awhile. Maybe Ethel would come to get me and take me to her place. Probably she would first have to argue with Charlotte, but eventually she would come. That is what I heard her say.

I laughed to myself, I guess I have a plan now. Its probably a good plan. I'll listen for the door opening and then wait for Ethel's footsteps. Maybe she'll call the police on Charlotte. It must be illegal to throw me out. Just cause I wore some girls clothes. I had permission anyway. I was doing it for her. Its not fair. I found myself starting to cry again and told myself I had better not think about fair or not fair since It wasn't going to help the situation. All I have to do is wait for Ethel. First thing is to take a look at my bottom and see how bad it is. I wonder how much blood got onto my panties.

I twisted around to look at the rear of my dress to see if there was any blood. I couldn't see it very well so I grabbed the rear hem of the skirt and moved it around toward the front and looked carefully. It didn't seem like there was any blood, but I couldn't see it too well. Maybe I should take off the dress to look, but what good would it do me anyway? I got up and opened the stairway door a crack and listened. There was a wooshing sound of air blowing through the hallway. I tiptoed down the hall to listen outside Charlotte's apartment again. There was some faint talking inside. Good, Charlotte was calm. Maybe Ethel was going to give her another sedative and then for sure she'd come looking for me. She must be terribly worried about me. But she knows how smart I am, so she probably knows that I'll be waiting.

I went back to the stairway and waited some more. There was no window and I had no idea of the time. It must be about 4 o'clock in the afternoon I thought. It occurred to me that maybe Linda could help me. If I could just get a chance to explain what happened, she'd understand. Probably she'd call the police for me. I thought of walking up to her floor and looking for her, but then what if Ethel was looking for me? I had better give Ethel some time. I lay down and curled up in a little space underneath the stairway as it hooked around. I'm sure that any minute Ethel will be calling my name. I concentrated on listening for her voice.

It was nice to be able to have the skirt covering my legs. This was a very pretty dress and dumb Charlotte gave it away in her anger. Boy is she a psycho. It'll be great to see her in prison. I imagined the police knocking on her door and arresting her. She'd probably try and spank the policeman, I thought, and chuckled to myself. Where oh where is Ethel! Its way too long. She must be dying to find out where I am.

Suddenly I was gripped by fear. What if she never comes. What if Charlotte murders her? What if Ethel doesn't really care about me! What did she mean that I'm just an eight year old girl? She's probably laughing at me. She and Charlotte are probably laughing at me. They would just tell the policeman that they caught me dressing up in their clothes and told me to go on home! I started to cry again. What time could it be? I could ring Charlotte's door bell and then run away. That would drive her crazy. But she might catch up to me and then she'd probably whip me for an hour. I'd have to spend the rest of the summer standing!

I heard a noise out in the hall. There was a slam of a door. I heard the clip clop of heels on the linoleum of the hallway. The sound had come from the direction of Charlotte's apartment and was now past me heading toward the elevator. I peeked my head out from the doorway to see who it was. There was a man and a woman, it was Charlotte's neighbors at the very end of the hall. They must be going out for the evening.

I couldn't stand the tension anymore. I'll have to run on up to Linda's I decided. I began walking up the stairs. Around and around, cautiously listening for people. It certainly wasn't very hard to wear heels. I wondered why some girls make a fuss about it. Though, maybe these heels aren't very high. With each step I could feel my breasts bounce a little in the bra, and there was a faint rustling in my skirt. I'll have to get out of these clothes, but I won't necessarily be too happy about it. My mom would never let me keep the dress.

Finally I got to Linda's floor and stuck my head out in the hallway and looked up and back. It was empty. I walked quietly to her door and stood outside of it. I have to ring the bell and surely Linda or her mom and dad will help me. I reached my hand up toward the bell and then stopped. Maybe her parents would not believe me, or maybe Linda would be sick and tired of all my dressing up games. My stomach felt terribly nervous. I bet I've just missed Ethel. Maybe I should run back downstairs and see if she's there! I turned to go away and then went back to the door. I've got to be grown up now. I've got to do the right thing. I could imagine my dad saying, "you stupid idiot why didn't you just go to one of the neighbors! You'd been abused!" I rang the bell and waited. Nothing. I rang it again. Nothing. God, no one's home! I walked back to the stairway. Just before I got there I heard the elevator come to a stop and the doors begin to open. I quickly entered the stairwell and listened. I heard loud talking and I recognized a voice. It was Linda! Ovejoyed, I started to go out when I suddenly heard Mike's voice. I froze in my tracks. "Shit!" I cursed to myself. They'll be together all evening! I hurried back downstairs to resume waiting for Ethel. But what if I missed her?

At Charlotte's floor, I listened again and heard nothing. It must be near evening I realized. I need to find the time. And I also realized that I had to find a bathroom to pee in. I continued on down the stairs to the lobby level. I could hear lots of voices and I quickly continued further down into the basement. Maybe there's a bathroom down here, I thought. The basement corridor was deserted. There was kind of a grungy smell, like old wet ashes. A howling sound of wind was loud in my ears, but I couldn't feel any wind blowing. At one end of the hallway was an exit sign. I walked to it and opened the door. It led to an alley way on the side of the building with steps going up to the street level. It was dark outside. I must have been hours and hours in the stairway. I was hungry and I had to pee really bad. I wondered how my face looked. I bet all the make up had run. It didn't look like many people ever used the basement door. On a weekend the janitor was probably away. It occurred to me that I could keep the door jammed open and I could find a bathroom and then come back. But then I would have to walk around Manhattan like Vickie!

 

I didn't know what to do. I felt tears coming on again. I need another plan. I can't just stand here forever. The first step in my plan is to pee. I'll look for a place. What if they see that I'm a boy? But then I remembered the image in the mirror. I'm sure they won't know! I've got no choice. So what if they laugh at me. They'll never see me again!

I found a piece of wood lying on the ground and wedged the door open with it and then stepped outside and walked up the stairs to street level and into the warm night air. The alley was poorly lit but well enough to see my way toward the street. There was a slight breeze and I felt it come up inside my skirt and surround my legs and thighs. The dress billowed around me and I had to keep my arms down to make sure it didn't blow up too high revealing my slip and panties. There were quite a few people up and about. An elderly couple stood in front of the entrance to the apartment building. A few individuals were coming down the block toward me and I froze in fear. I acted like I was waiting for someone. I stood primly in one spot next to the building with my arms folded in front of me.

The first person to pass me was a middle aged man. He was staring at the ground and didn't look up at me. Then two women came by and if they noticed me, they didn't indicate it. From the other direction, a boy my own age came walking along and he was clearly looking my way. As he came up to me, I saw that he was staring at my breasts and only briefly did his eyes look up at my face.

I looked down and realized that my breasts rally did look prominent, and what with the very pretty pink dress, I must look like a hot babe. The need to pee was getting unbearable. It had been so many hours! I thought back to how happy I had been with Ethel, getting myself to look like Vickie. And what ever happened to Ethel? What kind of friend was she! It was her idea for me to dress up. I was afraid to do it! I had my doubts, but she insisted it was OK! How could she stand there and watch Charlotte beat me to a pulp?

The thought made me remember the dull ache in my bottom, and I wondered how long until it'd go away.

I began walking down the street toward NYU. First, I'd find a place to pee. Then what? I would need to find food. Where could I get a free dinner? Maybe something will turn up. Perhaps I'll find some money on the ground. Behind my thoughts was the realization that I would definitely have to throw myself at the mercy of Linda or if not her, the police. If I didn't do anything I would starve to death! If I went to the police, I'd have to lead them to Charlotte to get back my clothes and wallet. But then she'd tell them to arrest my mom! But what did she do? She's innocent.

Many of the people passing me seemed to ignore me, but many of the men seemed to eye my breasts. A few stared right at my eyes and then looked down at my breasts and then back at my eyes. Some even looked to be slightly amused by my dress. There was no other girl with a dress anywhere close to mine. Most of the girls were wearing jean shorts. A few had on skirts. Nobody at all wore pink. I guess I'm lucky I'm not wearing one of the party dresses with all the bows and crinolines. Then I'd really stick out like a sore thumb!

Up the block was a pizza parlor which I had been to a couple of times. I knew there was a bathroom there. The street in front of it was much more crowded than the others. I had to pass through a throng of kids. They all seemed to stop and stare at me. The pizza parlor had an open counter facing the street. Behind it was the pizza man. He was a middle aged Italian and I saw him staring at me as I came into the bright lights in front of the place. He'd expect me to buy a slice, but I didn't have any money. He'd watch me go to the bathroom and then he'd expect me to buy something! I veered off and away and I felt his and all the others eyes staring at my back. I prayed there was no blood on my dress.

STOP

I kept walking heading to one of the cafes down near the University. I could easily get lost in that crowd and no one would be watching the bathroom door. My breasts just seemed to be attracting endless attention. I could see every guy I pass taking a look at them. I shouldn't have been so greedy, getting almost a C cup. Do they know if I'm a boy? Do they just think I'm a transvestite? I passed boy couples, holding hands. They didn't give me a second look.

I got to the cafe and slipped past the outside tables into the restaurant and towards the bathroom. I'll have to use the girls room. It would really look stupid if I went in the boys room. I had never been in a girls bathroom. I pushed open the door slowly and stepped in. It wasn't weird at all. Just a couple of stalls and no urinals of course! It was empty and I took one of the stalls. How wonderful to finally be able to pee I thought, proud of my ingenuity. I lifted my skirt and held it tightly with one hand, while I carefully pulled down the pantyhose and panties and sat on the seat. Ouch! my bottom hurt. I gritted my teeth and let the pee come. It drained forcefully and I sat there feeling a little bit joyful.

There was a little round, white, garbage can with a lid next to the toilet. Curious, I lifted the lid and saw something nasty with blood on it. Oh, it must be for used tampons! I quickly closed the lid. I flushed the toilet and recomposed my panties and pantyhose, straightened my dress and left the stall. Now to my makeup!

I looked at myself in the mirror. It was awful. My eyes were red with streaks of mascara on my cheeks. There was one little stab of lipstick out of place on my chin. My hair was a bit disheveled. I wet my hand and did my best to take off the smudged makeup and straighten my hair. I still looked pretty feminine. Even in the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom, I looked more like a girl than a boy. It was more than likely the haircut. The bangs seemed to profoundly soften my face.

A young woman wearing white shorts and a dark blue top came into the bathroom. I saw her glance at me and she seemed to make a slight double take at my dress. She walked behind me toward the stalls, and then said, "say, honey, do you know you have a stain. Rough period?"

"What?" I said with alarm.

"Your dress, behind you. You've got some blood, not a lot, but its showing on your pretty dress."

"I do?!" I said with tremendous emotion.

"It can happen to anybody! You don't have to feel bad! Did you run out of pads?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I changed it but too late I guess."

"Let me help you wash off the stain. A bit of soap should do it. It'll be better to just have a wet spot there than a blood stain!"

I wanted to run. "Its OK, I shouldn't take advantage of you!"

"Hey, relax. Its no big deal. We can't let you walk around like that!" The woman proceeded to wet a paper towel she took from a dispenser and then put some soap on it. She stood behind me and gently worked the wet towel over the stain.

"You're lucky. Your dress must be a blend since the stain comes out pretty easily. For pure cotton it would be pretty hard."

"That's great!"

"Such a pretty dress. I haven't worn anything like that since I was a little girl. Are you at a special occasion?"

"No."

"Just decided to dress up tonight?"

"I was at a club," I lied.

"There, all done," she said.

"I can't thank you enough."

"Its really nothing. Forget it!"

I smiled at her. It occurred to me that I should tell her everything. She'd probably help me. I must have looked like I was about to say something, since she said, "is there something else?"

"I, umm..." I was about to say something, when a middle aged woman brusquely came into the bathroom. Something about her manner spooked me and I just said, "would you happen to have an extra pad?"

"Oh, you mean you're all out? Let me look in my purse." The woman opened her purse and rummaged through it. She extracted a pink square plastic package. "You're in luck I have one maxipad." She handed it to me.

"Thanks I said," and then realized awkwardly I had no purse to put it in.

The woman didn't seem to notice. "Well, I've got some friends waiting. Bye!" and she headed into the free stall.

I left the bathroom and headed out into the street carrying the pad in my hand. At least I don't have to pee. Its too bad I didn't say something. I felt an intense hunger pang. Now I've got to get some food! I began walking aimlessly thinking where I could get food, when I remembered that I had heard that some bars give out free peanuts or pretzels. All I'd have to do is find the right bar! Overjoyed, I picked up my pace and headed for a bar I could see at the end of the block. Summoning up my courage I opened the door and peeked in, and shut it immediately. It was obviously an old man's bar. It was very dark with just a few old men sitting on bar stools. Probably nothing free in there. I've got to find a younger person's bar. A crowded one where I can fit in. Up ahead the streets looked darker, like I was getting away from the stores so I turned around and walked back past the restaurant. The woman who had helped me in the bathroom was standing next to a parked car waiting for the door to be opened. She was with a man and another couple. She waved to me. Surprised, I waved back with my hand holding the pad. She got into the car and I could see her looking at me puzzled. She rolled down the window and called out, "do you have a pocket book?" I stopped and turned toward her. The engine started up on the car, and it began backing up.

I called out, "no."

"Are you in trouble?" she asked. She had a worried look on her face.

The front wheels of the car turned outwards and it began inching out slowly. I said, "no, its OK," but I'm sure my face said something else since as the car sped away, the woman kept staring back at me. I raised my hand and waved slightly, this time with the pad in my other hand. I stood motionless looking at the car until I couldn't see it anymore. I felt some tears coming on. I should have said something. I began walking quickly. On the next block was a bar with loud music and lots of kids hanging out in front. I guessed they were college students. The entrance was open with people walking in and out. I joined a stream of people walking in and saw that there was a very long bar on the left side and little high tables scattered around with kids drinking and talking in groups. To my relief I saw that there were large burlap sacks of peanuts in several locations. One of them was in the back and a little less well lit than the others, so I went to it and stood in front of it and took a handful of peanuts. I cracked open the shells as fast as I could and ate the nuts. I was very thirsty and would need water. There were some half full glasses on a table near me. I wondered if they had water. But I couldn't drink from someone else's drink. I looked around and saw two guys at a nearby table staring at me. Our eyes met for a second and I looked away and down at the ground. I sensed them coming toward me.

"Hey babe," one of the guys said to me in a kind of drunken voice. He had an accent. I guessed he was Spanish.

Scared, I didn't look up.

"Hey babe, I said, hey babe," he thrust himself in front of me and I looked up at him. He had kind of shiny black hair and a days growth in his beard. His jaw was angular. He was kind of wiry and not unattractive. His breath reeked of liquor.

His friend came over and stood close behind my back. He was tall and a little heavy set, with short, dirty blonde hair.

"Hi," I said timidly, "I've got to go."

I put down the nuts in my hand and turned to walk away, when the shorter guy grabbed my upper arm. "Where are you going? I just got here. I like your jugs."

His friend laughed.

"You're hurting me," I said, "let me go!"

"Not so fast."

The big guy stood blocking the view from the rest of the bar. The one holding me turned me so I was facing him. "I think you're pretty."

"Look, I really got to go. I'm sorry!"

"Shut up," he said and with his free hand he grabbed my left breast.

"NO!" I yelled, but the music was so loud no one could hear me. He put his hand down through the top of my dress and grabbed onto my breast through my bra. His friend pushed against me from behind and suddenly I felt him pinching my bottom. It was right on one of the sores and I let out a scream. I yelled to the guy fondling me, "here take this!," and handed him the pad. He took his hand out of my dress and took the pad. I broke free of the two of them and half ran and half walked toward the door. They started pursuing me, but the crowd slowed them down and I reached the front door and was out on the street before them. I walked briskly up the block, relieved to be away from them. Halfway up the block I heard them yelling and I turned to seem them running after me. I started to run, but it wasn't possible to go very fast in my heels and pantyhose and having to hold my dress down and they caught up to me.

"What the fuck is this?" the guy asked shoving the pad at me. Then he said, "you're coming with us."

I said, "no, I've got to get home!"

They each grabbed one of my arms and forced me to walk with them down a side street. I began shaking in fear and tears began dripping down my cheeks. "What are you going to do to me?"

Neither of them responded.

  

  

  

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