Valerie's Descent
“Looks like you made a few of them, actually.”
Valerie turned back toward the bar, noticing that the grungy man’s friends had joined him, most of them standing between her and the other two beers. She knew she would have to walk past them in order to reach the drinks and dreaded the experience. She sighed, a throbbing starting in her pussy.
“Better go get my beer,” Holly said, giggling. “Don’t want to keep your new friends waiting.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Valerie said, sighing. With a deep breath, she started toward the inevitable.
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