GINNY'S OTHER LIFE
Chapter 2
She lead Jack up three flights of stairs and with some difficulty managed to unlock her door. She pushed the door open and pulled him into her dreary one room flat.
"Have a seat jack, I have to take use the loo."
"Ok, I have to also. You go first."
"Why don't we both go? Then you can watch me."
That startled him, and he felt his needs rising.
She slithered out of her tight shorts and tossed them on her bed. She had skipped the knickers this time. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the loo.
Ginny did unspeakable things with him there in the loo. Things that would disgust any moral person. But she was hardly a normal moral person anymore. Normal for her was doing the most unspeakable things possible. And she was good at it.
She wasn't finished with him yet. The loo was fun, but she wanted more, so she lead him to bedroom where she continued to do the most immoral things she could think of.
Hours later, his mission accomplished, Jack pulled back and let her body fall on the bed. He didn't know if she was passed out or what. She just laid there, silent and unmoving. Oh well, she asked for it he thought as he pulled on his trousers and zipped them up. He looked down at her one last time, then left, closing the door behind him.
She awoke about an hour later, feeling very sick. She stumbled into the loo and vomited her guts out. Falling back on the floor next to the toilet, she was unable to stand, and fell back into a fitful sleep.
It was a typical Saturday in her miserable life.
She finally had the strength to stand and make herself a strong coffee on Sunday noon. She had nothing to eat, a chronic state in her flat , and she was hungry. She took a long hot shower, the one perk of her flat was the hot water. She dressed conservatively and stumbled out to the nearest 'Cup&Stuff' for a morning coffee and biscuit. As she sat there, alone and miserable, she thought hard about her life. Last night was very typical of all her Saturday nights.
She remembered Jack at the pub, but not much after that. She knew that he had sex with her because she was still sore. Well, at least he didn't physically abuse her she thought. It was not unusual for her pick-ups to slap her around and do a number on her vital parts with their fists before having sex with her. She got off easy this time she realized.
So Monday it was back to work at her dismal dirty job. All she ever dared to hope for was to get through the week and see another Saturday night. Yea, another Saturday night getting her body abused. She hated it, but it was the only thing that she could look forward to.
She needed something different, she thought. Something sexually different. She was tired of picking up some pervert at a pub and being abused by him. She thought and thought about it. Then the reality of it hit her. She had nothing left in her life except to get drunk and have sex with some depraved pervert. This has to end, she told herself.
All the next week she thought about simply ending her miserable life. Why not, she thought. She had nothing left to live for. The only problem was that she didn't have the courage to end it all. Well, hopefully, someday, maybe someone will do it for her. Some depraved pervert will go off his rocker and hit just a bit too hard. She hoped.
The next Saturday arrived very fast, too fast. She wasn't quite ready for another session of being abused on her own bed. So for reasons that she didn't quite understand, she decided to try something different tonight. There was another pub in the area that she occasionally frequented. It was larger and was always packed with hairy unkempt weirdoes.
She did the usual charms on herself, threw on a flimsy top that did nothing to hide her nipples, and slipped on a short tight skirt. No knickers. They'll only be ripped off anyway. Dressed in her usual Saturday night attire. She set off for a night of fun at the pub.
The place was crowded but not packed. She entered and found a table near the men's loo. Convenient, she thought. She sat at her table for only minutes when an older man brought her a drink. She sipped it down slowly as the man talked provocatively to her.
"Look," she said to him with a smirk on her face. "Let's cut right to it. You want to have sex with me, right?"
He was taken-aback by her frankness. "Well yea. Who wouldn't"
"Ok then. Let's hit the loo."
She pushed open the heavy door and looked around. The usual urinals were lined up on one wall opposite three stalls. There was a long table next to the wash-basins. Perfect, she thought as she jumped on the table, pulled up her skirt exposing herself, and spread her legs.
"Ok then big guy, let's see what you can do."
A short time later several other men entered the loo to do their business. They were shocked at the sight of a naked girl laid out on the table, but quickly recovered.
"Er, is this a private party, or can anyone join?"
"Yea, for a price," she told them. "Just bring me a shot and join in."
They disappeared, and returned quickly with filled shot glasses in hand. She downed one quickly and pointed to her open nakedness. One after the other, they abused her body very roughly.
Then three more guys entered the loo with whisky shots in hand. One by one she downed the whiskey and laid back while they abused her hard. Then they would pull away and make way for the next guy. This went on and on for some time before she passed out and fell back naked on the table. Some where along the way her skirt had been removed and her top ripped off her.
Her naked body was spread out on the table, and the guys kept coming to watch her being used in a most perverted way, then take their turn with her. She lost track of the number of shots she downed, and the number of times she was abused. Thirteen times was the last she remembered before she passed out. And that was early in the evening.
Later that evening as he was closing down, the proprietor found her lying naked on the floor with her head resting against a toilet bowl. Twenty-two empty shot glasses were lined up near the sink. She couldn't possibly have had that much to drink, he thought to himself. She would be dead by now. That frightened him. He would be in so much trouble if anyone else found her, dead or otherwise.
He tried to arouse her, without success. He poured black coffee down her throat until she stirred. He got her to her feet and sat her in a chair while he looked for her clothes. He didn't find them but did find her handbag in which he found her name and address. That's just around the corner he realized. He could walk her there, anything to get her out of his pub. That kind of trouble he didn't need.
He wrapped her in a dirty tablecloth, dragged her out the door, locked up, and half dragged her to her flat. Her door wasn't even locked, so he pushed it open and tossed her on the bed. He removed the table cloth from her body and looked down at her nakedness.
Such a waste, he thought as he stared at her naked body. His needs sprang to life, and he thought, why not. So he dropped his trousers and started in on her. He felt her body shake and her muscles tremble as he finished with her. He stood up, buckled his trousers, and left.
Good riddance he said to himself.
End chapter two.