Gang Whore - Part 10 (Patreon)

Javon looked pleased and bought her a shot of tequila.  She started to sip it when Javon again grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back, then pouring the shot down her throat.  She sputtered and coughed but most of it appeared to get down her gullet.  She looked at him apparently hoping for his approval.  He smile lewdly but kept hold of her hair as he ordered 2 more shots.  Keeping her head tilted back, he proceeded to pour them down her throat in quick succession.

A few minutes later, Michelle whispered in Javon’s ear.  He looked over to me, shaking his head sideways as if in disbelief, then crooked his finger for me to approach them.

"You married this old ho?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes."

Javon seemed unbelieving.

"Well, this bitch wants to come with me back to my boys’ bar. Ok?"

I looked at Michelle.  Her eyes seemed to plead for me to agree.

"If that's what she wants" I said.

"Ok homey, let’s get a few things straight. She may be your wife, but tonight she my ho. My bitch. For me and my boys. I don't want no trouble. But she's doing this because she wants to. So tonight she's ours. You down wit that?"

I looked at Michelle. "It's what I want honey. One night. Come watch. It will be fun."

Javon smiled, then ordered 3 shots of Patron Extra Anejo Tequila.  I reached for one and he grabbed my wrist.  “No!  These are all for the hoe.”  He stated.

I looked into Michelle’s eyes and saw she already had too much to drink.  But did nothing and just watched as this young punk poured more alcohol down my wife’s throat.  He gave me a condescending smirk.  Somehow I sensed I had just passed his test to see if I would cause problems by trying to defend my wife.  He knew I would not, that he owned Michelle for the night.

As the last drink was poured down Michelle’s gullet, he told me to, “Pay the check and give the bar bitch a big tip.”