A bad night out- 1 -Jenn's story

[peccavi]

Another of my old stories.

The time line so far 1 Jenn's revenge 2 Beach Bitch Brawl 3 This one.

If I get time I will try to repost most of my older stories and I might even write a new one or two.

Feed back is always welcomed



Part 1
I was out with Jade, Cassie and Erin and for once I was trying to be serious, too often we talked about trivia when I went out with the subbies. They needed to learn about politics, they needed to learn to vote the right way. So I was showing how NAFTA was a disaster, how important  the right sort of public investment was- public transport not freeways – and how government powers should be exercised by as local government as possible. And Jade and Erin were listening and taking it in.

 I was proud of them, even prouder when Jade started questioning me. I smiled “That’s great” because she looked a little worried at arguing with me. “Sweetie it’s a democracy, that means we all have different points of view. You just need to be able to support your views with the facts, hell you might even be right.” She wasn’t of course, I was! But she would learn that soon enough when she started to read up.

But while Jade and Erin were listening and chatting ,Cassie was  bored. It showed. She had tried to change the topic once too often. She had tried to break in with silly remarks, to get me angry . Typical attention seeking behaviour, that night not for the first time  I wondered whether she had grown up, she probably hadn’t but what would you expect with a child hood like hers. But it was no excuse for her bad manners in the bar. Her eyes were glazed, - at least while she wasn’t looking round the bar and ogling the guys.

After a while she got up and went over to talk to some woman on her own.  I knew what she was trying to do: get the woman to come over to join us so that I would have to change the conversation and if that didn’t work to chat with the woman herself and so show me that she wasn’t just the little subbie bitch who relies on me all the time, that in fact she could hold her own in company. I also knew she wouldn’t get to first base. There was no way the woman she had latched onto would want to talk to anyone like Cassie, or the other three of us for that matter. No the woman thought she was better then us, she would call us trailer trash. I knew it after one glance at her. Her designer label clothes (none of them made in USA !) her ever so tasteful jewelry, her general air all showed she thought she was too good for ordinary people. She was the sort that would condemn Lynndie England , but support Bush and that vile war. She would condemn poor Lynndie without wanting any money spent on education, on health or on  anything else that might have made Lynndie a different person. And she sure as hell wouldn’t be buying goods made in the USA or even Mexico if there was a cheaper import available.

 And anyone could see that this rich bitch was sure that we four were just like Lynndie England . I almost felt sorry for Cassie. I was about to call her back when she began fighting with this rich bitch. She didn’t do very well, but then Cassie can’t fight for shit unless she has someone –usually me- cheering her on, barracking for her.[[ She lives for praise from people. I guess she has no self esteem. Shit I don’t have much either, mine depends on being Queen Bitch, on having my little group of friends who rely on me, -yeah subbies I guess and it depends on me  being tougher then anyone else, I guess that’s why I have got so much into fighting.

The fight ended with Cassie’s top ripped almost in two and her on her belly on a table with the rich bitch slapping Cassie’s ass. Cassie walked back, she was ashamed. So she should have been. She shouldn’t have picked a fight in the first place, but then it dawned on me. I kicked my foot under the table, sometimes I am so dumb! I glared at Cassie"You lost on purpose, didn’t you."

She spluttered at me What? No."
"Don’t you lie to me. I know you are a subbie slut! Don’t I?"

 "Yes"

"Yes who?' Cassie needed a lesson in manners..

"Yes Ms Jenn"

"Just look at your tits. Your nipples are rock hard. And I just know that your cunt is sopping. You loved what she did to you."

I looked round, Jade smirked, she knew exactly what Cassie was. Erin just looked shocked.

"Y..y..es Ms Jenn, but I didn’t throw the fight." Cassie murmered looking at the table. I was almost surprised she didn’t kneel at my feet. She was so clearly a broken subbie.

"So you say" I needed to be kind to her. "Any way sweetie, you need a wash and a freshon up. Come on pet. Come and I’ll take you to the bathroom."

I washed her face, cleaned up her body and gave her a little peck on her cheek. Then she proved just how subbie she was, "Ms Jenn let me cum. Use me please. I need it."

"Nah slut. You lost the fight. You don’t deserve to cum.” Like I said earlier I knew I needed to teach her a lesson.

"But please"

"Are you arguing with me?"

"No Ms Jenn" Ms Jenn, what am I going to do about my top?"

"Wear it!"

"But it’s ripped almost to the bottom."

"So?" I didn’t feel any pity for her, she had lost the fight, she deserved whatever the other girl dished out.

"Anyone can see my tits"

"So, you should wear a decent bra and not that slutty thing you have on." That was something else she needed to learn.

"Yes, Ms Jenn." I wasn’t getting anywhere. Like she was making me hornier by the second. I just had to cum soon. But right now I had to walk back to the corner booth where the other two were.

And Erin needed some support she had been in  a rough patch for a while. So I tried to give her a lot of attention.

After a while Jade spoke sharply “You're quiet Cassie." . I looked up, I hadn’t notice, Jade had, and she was right.

"Yes I am. So, like I am thinking." Cassie snapped back glaring at Jade

"No you’re not you're sulking because Jenn won't spoil you. You don’t deserve attention. You've been sulking all night." Jade had noticed that too, and again she was right, she was a good girl. Jade met Cassie’s glare with a quiet smile and tapped her fingers on the table a few times. . "You wanted attention from the moment you came in. When you didn’t get it because you didn’t want to be part of our discussion you went and sulked. You were sulking before you got in that fight. You fought to get attention. You lost. You crawled back here wanting attention. Ms Jenn was kind enough to give you some- more then you deserve. But you weren't content with that were you Cassie? You sulked more."
 
Cassie dropped her gaze, her face burning. But she wasn’t going to get off easily, Jade was right and needed my support. "Answer her! Ms Jade asked you a question."
 
Cassie shivered.

"Cassie Foxe stop dreaming and answer Ms Jade"

She blinked "err,. sorry."

"You're not sorry at all, you've been pouting again. And you're still sulking." Jade tapped her fingers again.
 
"Am not"
 
"Don’t answer me back like that you brat!" Jade glared at her "I should put you across my knee and spank you- right here." Cassie was silent, dumb insolence the forces used to call it."Stop sulking Cassie!" Then Jade surprised me. "Stand up Cassie! Now!"
 
"Take off your thong and give it to me."
 
"But Ms Jade, my skirt is so short"
 
"So slut you should have been better dressed." I was furious with Cassie for back answering Jade at me " Do as Ms Jade says"

Cassie slipped her thong down and passed it to Jade. Her face burned.
 
"Just as I expected, it’s saturated" Jade looked at Cassie. "Like Ms Jenn said, you lost that fight on purpose, you lost it hoping to get slutted. "
 
"But.."
 
 "I know Cassie Foxe, you are a slut! And you should be worked here and now!" Jade had gone way too far.
 
Cassie protested. "But you can’t do it here? In the club"
 
"Why not"
 
"Because then you give the attention seeking bitch what she wants" I had to bring Jade into line. " Jade you have no brains sometimes. You correctly say that Cassie here has been sulking because she wasn’t getting any attention and now you turn round and say you will reward that appalling, simply appalling behaviour by slutting her."
 
But" Jade began. "Look at her she is so needy"
 
"But nothing I thought you had more sense, you’re not a domme you’re almost as slutty as Cassie herself, all you want is to get off. Cassie here needs to learn a lesson. and you were doing the right thing before."
 
"But Jenn"
 
"Are you arguing with me Jade? Have you forgotten your place, as well as your manners? I hope not. I hope I don’t have to discipline you in front of Erin and Cassie."
 
Jade flushed, muttered something under her breath and hung her head "No Ms Jenn"

"That’s better." I turned back  to Erin and started our conversation again.

 
Jade and Cassie exchanged smiles. They were commiserating with each other. That had to stop,"I saw that you two. I am disappointed in you Jade. And you too Cassie"  I went back to Erin , the other two needed a cold shoulder, they needed to learn their place. I started  to talk with Erin about ice hockey, after all while they went to the concert I was going to watch a match here.

 Finally Jade tried to join the conversation. "What do you think about the new teams joining, I think the Cleveland Icehogs might be a good team in time.”
 
"You know Jade people are a bit like autos, with an auto it helps to get the motor starting before you drive away. “ I looked sharply at her. “So with people its a good idea to get the mind working before you open your mouth. That team isnt from Cleveland its from Rockport. Learn a bit before you talk about things you dont know anything about." I
 
Jade looked as if she wanted to cry Well I thought she should learn her lesson. 

A few moments  later I got up "I need to visit the bathroom and the ice hockey will start soon,
 I guess you girls will want to go to your concert. So I will say bye now."


When I got back to the table it was deserted. At last I thought, they have gone and I can watch the Hawks play. It was all very well being Queen in that little circle but it was hard to relax. And this was the Western Conference playoffs and the Blackhawks had a real chance of taking the Calder Cup this year. And I was watching it on the wide screen, sipping my bourbon and Pepsi- no coke for me. Pepsi sponsors the Hawks. The game was going well.

Just as the Hawks shot another goal this well dressed dark skinned girl sat down next to me. "Hey, Jenn how are you?"

I looked at this girl blankly thinking, "who the hell is this curry muncher?" for her voice was straight from the sub continent and I was sure I had never seen her before in my life. "Err, I’m well thanks I guess but do I know you?"

"I know your name so I guess you must know me. Or perhaps you’re just well known round here. Anyway what are you doing?"

"Watching the Hawks they just scored."

"You like ice hockey?"

"Sure do."

"I don’t know much about it. Where do they play it?"

"On ice duh!" This dark girl was dumb!

"I know that" she snapped back. "I meant in what countries and towns."

"Here and Canada . There are lots of teams –based in different cities"

"You mind if I watch?"

This girl wont take a message. I sighed. "No it’s a free country. I can’t stop you. Sit down if you like."

I watched the Hawks score again. I cheered loudly jumping up from my seat. I downed my drink. "way to go!" Some people turned and stared at me. ‘Damn them’, I thought ‘I am having fun.’ I glared back at them.

"Here, let me buy you a drink. Your glass is empty Jenn"

"That’s kind of you…" my voice trailed off, I guess my confusion showed.

"Hope you don’t think you’re too good to have a drink with me" she said standing up and looking down at me. I looked back seeing her properly for the first time- she was about my height but a lot slimmer and dressed in a designer label cashmere dress that made my Wal-Mart mock leather jacket, t shirt and skirt look even cheaper then they were.

"Err no it’s not that." Even if I was too good for her, she was offering me a free drink. "Its…"

"Good," she cut me off in mid sentence. "What are you having?"

"Pepsi and bourbon."

She went away and returned but joggled the drink so the whole of it spilt on my shirt. The dark liquid stained the cream fabric.

"Oh fuck. What a mess you…you. Oh hell! Look at my top! Its all ruined now."

"Now look Jenn. We can clean that in the washroom. Now, none of that temper, girl!"

"Hey! Who the hell do you think you are? Don’t lecture me." I stood up angrily.

"Jenn, calm down. You are making a scene. You just come along quietly. People are staring at you. Come up to the ladies on the next level. You know where the function rooms are. It will be quiet up there, so we can get you cleaned up in peace."


I swung my eyes round. She was right. People were staring. I got up muttering: "Yeah they are staring but look who caused it. You did, you bitch. You spilt my drink. Before that, I was just minding my own business. Now..." I looked down at my clothes. "Shit, what a mess. I guess I don’t have much choice. Let’s go."

It only took a few moments to get into the ladies but it was enough time for me to be wound up when I got there. I was sure every one was watching me What made it worse was that I had had a bit to drink and was lurching a bit here and there in the crowded room. I could almost hear people saying ‘look at her, she’s drunk, so drunk she has spilled her drink; so drunk [she can’t walk straight" It made me so mad. I knew my face was flushed. That was because I was furious but I knew people would think that it was because I was drunk. This curry munching slut had spilt the whole of my drink down my top and now people were thinking I was a cheap sloppy drunk. I hated her. I was fuming.

She was right - the loos on the function room level would be better. At least there wouldn’t be many people around there.

"Take off your top so I can clean it properly …I cant wipe it when you’re wearing it" the Indian woman said as we walked in.

"Yeah you made a real mess of it. There is no way you’re going to feel me up" I spat replied removing my coat then pulling the t shirt off over my head. I stood glaring at her.

"You can’t be nice can you Jenn Peccavi?. Always got to have the last word, always got to be pushy? As if the whole world is out to get you."

"Shut the fuck up! You ass hole! You made the mess on my top and now I just want to get it cleaned up. Fuck! Don’t put it under the tap like that you’ll get it all wet." I watched in horror as she shoved it in the sink squeezed soap from the dispenser and turned the tap on. "What the hell am I going to wear now bitch"

"Who are you calling a bitch, girl?"

"You slut. Cuz you spilt your drink on my top and now it’s all wet. What am I going to wear out in the bar." I hissed.

"Calm down Jenn. I am going to hold it under the hand drier and blow it dry. Now don’t you be calling me names."

"That will take ages" I stepped up close to her. I was livid. I stood my hands planted on my hips. Eyeballing her I continued "and as for name calling you seem to forget you caused this problem bitch."

"You can wait a few moments cant you?"

"Its gonna take a lot longer then a few moments to dry that. I’ll miss the end of the game and all because some slut messed up my top."

She looked up from where she was washing the top "if you’re so concerned wear your jacket and do up the zip."

"Nah it’s too hot."

You’re drunk aren’t you?. Every suggestion I make you don’t like." I glared at her as she continued, smirking at me "well you could go out with the jacket open!"

"What sort of cheap slut do you think I am?" I clenched my fist and shook it in her face. "Don’t call me drunk! It’s your bloody fault! You curry munching cunt."

"Well you could go like you are couldn’t you...you white trash."

I wasn’t going to be called names by some Indian bitch " I don’t have to put up with that" I slapped her face hard; she staggered back.

She slapped me back "don’t do that you tramp".

I wasn’t taking any of that from her. I slammed my fist into her gut. She cried out in pain and almost doubled over. I giggled. I yanked her upright by her hair. She screamed. And I cackled "You're going down cunt!" I shoved my body into her thumping her against the washroom wall. Again she cried out and I punched her in the kidneys and thumped again pressing my heavier body against her light one and so again crushing her against the wall. I could almost hear the bones creak. She groaned. I cackled "you bitch I’m going to smash you ...and then we will see what I can wear ...maybe that nice cashmere dress you have on."

"You’d never fit in it, fat whitey." This made me madder then ever. I went to thump my body against hers, but in my anger, didn’t notice that she had raised her knee. I thumped my belly into her knee and not as I hoped my body into hers. I doubled over, clutching my gut and spluttered, gasping for breath. The bitch jammed me gut first into one of the washbasins.

I was winded for the moment and the bitch could see that and thumped my head against the wall. It was hard cement and I felt dazed she cackled "whose gonna get thumped now you fat trash"

"Fuck you bitch I will get you yet." I kicked out my foot landing in her gut sending her flying and I straightened up turning round just in time to cop a punch in the boobs but I snarled at the slut and threw a few punches myself we traded punches for a while. I was winning; she couldn’t stand the punches I threw with my extra weight behind them. Nor was she used to brawling. Ever since that horrid day on the beach, I had kept training and sparring. I knew I could smash this dark cunt. I was going to have some fun.

She kept backing away till she ran out of room. She stood with her back to the corner. I landed a punch in her chin and watched her head snap back. Then another in her gut and I watcher her double over. A punch to the chin sent her head flying back. She was almost whimpering by then.

And then the fight turned to shit. She repeated her trick of thumping my belly with her knee and I doubled over coughing and spluttering in pain. She recovered quickly. While I was gasping she seized my head and slammed it into her knee. I roared in pain and tried to get back into the fight by head butting her in the belly. But the slut stood aside and I rammed my head into the wall. I stumbled, falling to the floor. Before I was up, the slut seized my head and pushed me down to the tiles. She slammed my head once. Twice. Three times. Each time I moaned in pain. She tried to straddle me but somehow I managed to get up on my hands and knees and forced her off.

I was still dazed and battered, stunned from her blows. I got up groggily. She yanked at my arm, sending my sprawling into the wall of one of the cubicles, banging my head. I collapsed to the floor lying prone on my belly. She was on to me, yanking my head up by the hair and slamming it back into the floor. I moaned in pain. She grabbed my right arm pushing it hard up my back "OK bitch payback time now" she said. "Put your left hand on the floor up as far above your head as you can. If you leave it there I wont hurt you…much more but if you take it away again…" she jerked my right arm higher up my back. I thought it would break. I whimpered in pain. "got the message slut?" she hissed."

Hurriedly, I slid my arm up as she spat: "Well slut?"

"I did what you told me to" I replied. "Fucking god don’t do that" I screamed as she pushed my arm so far up my hand touched my neck.

"You will answer me you fat trash. Let me ask again.

Have you got the message slut?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?" my tormenter spat at me.

"What do you mean?. Arrg no please don’t push my arm again, you’ll break it" I pleaded as she pushed hard again.

"You will be polite you will call me Ms every answer you give will be ‘Yes Ms’ or ‘No Ms’. You understand?

What could I do but obey her "Yes Ms" I grovelled.

"Kick your shoes off"

"They are boots Ms oh shit god don’t do it" I groaned as she pushed my arm yet again then slapped my ass hard.

"Well get them off without moving your arm here stick your leg in the air I will unzip them."

"Yes Ms."

"Now kick them off" I did so.

Then she started fumbling with my bra strap, and she released the pressure on my arm.. I was sure she hadn’t realised it. I seized my chance. Rolling suddenly I forced her off.

She didn’t think I could still do anything but suddenly I was on my feet and kicking out at her. My foot connected hard plunging into her belly. She went over as I slammed a punch into her breast.

"Suffer slut" I crowed " you thought you had me didn’t you bitch" I punched her again and brought my knee up into her belly winding her. "Have your own medicine whore" She staggered back against the cubicle wall.

She had no room to manoeuvre and I was able to land punch after punch in her body until it seemed the curry muncher couldn’t take it any more; her knees buckled and she slid down the wall till she was kneeling on the floor. I hastened in to finish the bitch off. I was so keen to smash her, to humiliate her as she had started to do to me. "I am going to make you beg me to stop. I am going to wipe the floor with you. I am going to make you my bitch" I closed in on her seized her hair and yanked her upright but the bitch kneed me in the pussy. I staggered back gasping in pain grasping my cunt and moaning.

It seemed we both needed to recover for she just stood there panting. I thought it was as long as five minutes- it wasn’t of course but it was certainly long enough for me to partly recover. I was going to get this bitch and destroy her!

I moved in on her and punched her hard in the belly then as she started to double up I swept my head forward and then back smashing my forehead on her chin. Her mouth parted in a silent scream. I cackled then reeled back as she smashed her knee into my cunt again. I couldn’t take it. I crashed back against the cubicle wall and slid to the floor moaning in agony. She seized me by the hair and pulled me out into the washroom and stamped then ground her foot into my pussy. I sobbed in pain. She stamped on my belly.

She straddled me and, getting down on her knees, bounced up and down on my belly repeatedly crushing the air from my lungs. I was finished and she knew it. But as if to make sure she pulled my head up and slammed it down on the tiles.

"Stop it please" I begged.

"What did you say trash?" she slammed my head again and bounced on my belly while her hands pulled at my bra snapping the clip.

"Stop it please"

"Stop it what?" the bitch hissed slapping my face hard.

"Stop it please Ms" I croaked.

She smirked "You fat whore, I am going to do you slowly. Open your legs." I hastened to obey. She stuck her heel into my pussy and left it there while holding on to the wall for support- as if I was going to do anything with her heel resting on my slit! "Sit up take your bra off. Then lie down and wriggle out of your skirt and panties. You will not stand up."

While I was pulling off my skirt and panties, she strode away from me, going to the rack where she had left her handbag. Opening it, she pulled out a Coke bottle.

She stepped back and I screamed as she stamped on my belly driving the wind from my lungs again. "you slut Peccavi you lost and now you are going to suffer the consequences" She took a swig from the bottle and then knelt down straddling me still holding the bottle in one hand raising her skirt with the other hand to expose the narrow thong that she was wearing instead of proper panties.

"Eat me out, whore." She must have seen me blanch at that, for she dropped back and bounced on my belly a few times. "Eat me out!."

"Yes. Just don’t hit me any more" I begged fighting for breath.

"You forgot something slut" she sniggered twisting my nipples till I howled in pain.

"Sorry Ms. Please don’t hit me. Yes Ms I will eat you out!"

She pulled her thong aside and sat on my face. I started licking around her wet pussy, sucking on her mound, my tongue probing into her vulva as I thought how much I would have liked to be where she was now, how I would have worked her over just as she did to me and how humiliated I was that this coffee coloured slut was Domming me. But as it was, all I could do was serve the slut. And slut she proved to be for I stroked her clit with my tongue till she began to moan then I stabbbed my tongue back into her vulva again licking up all the moisture oozing out of her and as I did so she threw her arms wild in the air, her whole body shaking and she came with a gush that soaked my face.

Much to my surprise she picked up the coke bottle after she had subsided and turning her head she emptied the bottle over my thick bush pussy then began to stroke my lower lips . I couldn’t help it I moaned myself and my juices flowed.

She smirked "I knew you were a whore Jenn I saw those pictures on the net after that beach fight, I am going to see just how big a whore you are. I am going to see how wanton how sluttish you are" with that she stabbed the top of the bottle right into my dripping pussy.

I roared with pain and bucked but the bitch held me firmly and kept plunging the bottle in and out of me. Again she stuffed her cunt in my face.

"Lick me Peccavi lick my pussy again you fat white slut" As I did, I found to my horror that my body began to relax to accommodate the bottle. Finally, without wanting it, I was humping my pelvis, impaling myself deeper and deeper on the bottle. My hips gyrating while my tongue flicked ever faster on the bitch’s mound.

Hearing me pant she burst out" white trash! You love being fucked with a bottle, you love being abused. You are a complete whore. You are nothing but white trash!". I nibbled on her mound my lips sucking and chewing while my tongue darted in and out till she came again throwing her head back and screaming "Fuck slut fuck" this time gushing her sticky fluid all over my face. Spent she slid off me leaving the bottle stuck in my pussy.

A few moments later she resumed ramming the bottle in and out and I felt my body tense till finally helplessly I screamed "Oh god oh yes oh yes yes oh yes" as I too came.

Before I had time to recover the slut started dragging me along the floor by the hair. I groaned in pain and slapped at her arms "stop it please" then screamed as she stomped on my belly again.

"I give the orders round here Peccavi and you need your face cleaned up you cant go out like that your face covered in cum." Dropping my hair she picked up my skirt and pulled the mock leather belt from it. I flinched then wept in pain as she whipped the belt down on my oh so sensitive nipples. Still holding the belt she resumed pulling me by the hair into a cubicle then dragged me up to my knees. My scalp was on fire from the pain of being dragged along, my shoulders felt rubbed raw. But worse was to come yet for she pushed my head down into the toilet bowl. "Time for a clean slut" and so saying she pressed the button releasing the toilet water which flushed all over my face and upper body. With her other hand she shoved my face deep into the bowl so I was choking and gasping as the water spurted into my mouth and nose.

I felt her hands round my waist pulling me up an inch or so. She slipped my jacket under the toilet seat . Then as I raised my head I found my hands grabbed and pulled up on my back and the sleeves of the jacket tied holding them in place the toilet seat painfully squashing the centre of my belly.

She left the cubicle returning with the coke bottle. I howled as she shoved it up my ass. She whipped me a few times with the belt till my ass felt it was on fire.

Then she said "so long slut. I wonder what you are going to tell whoever finds you?" and walked out shoving the rest of my clothes in her bag