AUTHOR = Nelson
E-MAIL = withheld
"Dammit!"
Lady Veronica Nesbitt screamed out her frustration as her car shuddered to a halt. She peered out of the front windscreen at the rain; it seemed like a solid sheet of glass outside rather than spots of rain. A continuous deluge rather than a storm. Not the kind of weather to suffer a breakdown and not the kind of weather to expect a passer-by to come to her rescue. Not the area either, for it was in a part of South London notorious for its black gangs and violence. Not the best place for a breakdown she admitted to herself
A minute ago she had been driving steadily on her way to a party in an exclusive nightclub in London's West End where her fiancée had arranged to meet her. Why had he not come to pick her up, then she would not be in this mess! She would make him pay for this when she got there, she thought, ignoring the fact that he had indeed offered to pick her up and take her there, but in order to appear not to be at his beck and call she had refused his offer.
She picked up her mobile phone and tried to ring a garage or to ring her fiancée to come and rescue her, but of course she was in a blind spot where she could not pick up a signal. In a huff she partly wound down the window and threw the phone out into the street, feeling satisfied as she heard the phone smash into a number of pieces. She looked out of the window again to take stock of where she was. A deserted street, full of houses all with their lights out, no hope of going and using a phone then. She looked in her rear view mirror and was surprised to see bright lights behind her and suddenly she registered the sound of loud reggae music that must have been playing ever since the car ground to a halt, but which she had tuned out in her anger. A Pub! Surely they would have a phone she could use to summon help. But how would she get there in this rain without ruining her long satin dress? She again cursed her fiancée for his inconsideracy in not picking her up. She would make him pay! No nookie for him for a while!
Suddenly she remembered her umbrella on the back seat and she reached around behind her and picked it up. Carefully, she opened the driver's door of the car and put up the umbrella and then got out of the car, slammed the door and ran for the pub's door.
She burst into the seediest looking bar she had ever seen. A small crowd, maybe ten or twelve men, all of them black, were sitting around the room or standing at the bar, while behind the bar a large black man was serving. She strode to the bar.
"You there," she said to the bartender.
"Just a minute mama," said the bartender, "I'll be with you as soon as I've finished serving Rudolph here."
"No, now!" she snapped. "This is an emergency."
Rudolph turned and looked at her and smiled. He liked what he saw. Blonde with shoulder length hair in a low-cut red satin dress that thrust her nice tits out at you as though they were resting on a platform; nice legs too, what he could see of them.
"That's okay Rebus," he said, "give the lady a drink if she is that desperate, and put it on my tab."
Veronica snorted. " I don't need a drink, idiot. I've broken down outside. I need a garage to come and help me. Call one this minute."
The bartender looked at her long and hard. "Ain't no garage going to send anyone out on a night like this," he said, "'specially not to somewhere around this neighbourhood."
"You want that drink then lady?" asked Rudolph.
"I can buy my own drink. I don't need help from one of you," spat Veronica.
"Snotty, aren't you?" said Rudolph, and turned his back on her pointedly.
Veronica tried to think. She had almost forced herself into a position of having to buy herself a drink, but she remembered she had left her bag and money in the car in her hurry to get out and avoid the rain. Suddenly she felt a hand on her arm and turned to see a black man dressed in dirty overalls standing beside her.
"I'm not a mechanic but I do my own wheels. Would you like me to have a look at your car for you?" he asked.
"My car is a top of the range Jaguar," she retorted. "I doubt if you'd know anything about cars like that. You probably have never even seen one."
The man shuffled off to the other side of the bar.
The barman went to talk to Rudolph, occasionally looking down the bar at her. Veronica guessed that they were taking about her but, try as she might, she could not hear what they were saying. Eventually the barman started mixing a drink and when he had finished came and placed it in front of her.
"That's from Rudolph," he said. "Drink that and I'll try to get you a taxi."
Veronica sipped at her drink whilst the barman went through a doorway at the end of the bar. At least one of these low lifes had had an idea, she thought. Why hadn't she thought of a taxi?
"What was your hurry?" asked Rudolph, who had now walked back along the bar to her. "Got an important client waiting who needs to get his rocks off fast?"
"Client?" thought Veronica. "My god they think I'm a whore!"
"No, I'm on my way to a big celebrity party," she said. "The kind of bash you would only ever read about in the papers, if you can read."
"You might be surprised," he said.
Veronica stood at the bar sipping her drink -- which seemed amazingly delicious -- for around five minutes before the bartender returned.
"Cab in about five minutes," he said.
Veronica finished her drink and was surprised when another was put in place of the empty glass. "Compliments of Ephraim," said the bartender, nodding to the man in overalls.
Veronica nodded to him, not noticing the way his eyes undressed her with obvious lust in the euphoria her drink had brought to her. When she finished that drink another replaced it, and then another.
"Where have these come from?" she asked.
The bartender gave her a big flashing smile. "They are from me," he said. "Don't worry, I'm sure you will pay me back later."
A half hour must have passed before the bartender told her the taxi had arrived, during which time Veronica had downed about six of the delicious drink. She walked out of the pub, pleased to see the rain had stopped, and towards a bright gleaming Mercedes car. As she stooped to get in the back of the car, suddenly someone grasped the bottom of her dress and it was pulled up over her head and she felt it tied in place above her. Then she was bundled in the back seat and, from the feel of it, she was sitting on someone's lap. She could feel something hard, poking at her rear through the gauze of her panties. She was unable to move because of the confines of her dress but she lashed out backwards with her feet and felt the satisfaction of connecting with something -- a leg? -- and heard a muffled curse.
"Damn bitch kicked me," said a voice. "She's got a nice round little arse though. Might try me some of that."
A voice from the front said, "Entertain her then, she's probably bored. Play with those thrust out titties or maybe she would like you to play with her somewhere else."
Veronica's legs were thrust apart and a moment later a hand went down the front of her panties and began rubbing her pussy. She writhed to get away from the fingers but only succeeded in giving the hand better access, and she felt a big finger press inside her.
"Tight little pussy, boss."
"Don't worry, time we've finished it won't be tight at all."
Then she heard the car start up and felt it begin moving off into the night.
THE END, NOT YET.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 2
