Ginger's First Gangbang

I applied my makeup with equal care, getting my eyeliner just perfect with the green sparkle eyeshadow I'd bought specially. Heavy mascara accentuated my long eyelashes and blusher defined my cheekbones. I added my favourite scarlet lipstick and plenty of gloss to plump up my lips. Hair would be a short red bobbed look which I love to this day. Slipping on my 5 inch spike heels I took a step back to admire the girl looking back at me from Mrs Webster's full length mirror. Pretty slutty I thought but certainly the right look for the occasion.

"Well that's suitably tarty looking, Ginger," said Mr Webster as he walked in to check my progress, "The men are really going to enjoy their evening!"

I gave him a flirty twirl and he handed me a tall glass of vodka. Thoughtfully he'd popped a straw in it, with the twin purpose of not spoiling my lipstick and avoiding incriminating red marks on a glass...clever. After a couple of these my nerves were a little better and I was taken to his car which was parked in a covered bay at the back of the house. I tiptoed to avoid the distinctive sound of stiletto heels and got low in the passenger seat until we were clear of his street.

Minutes later we arrived at a local public house in the town centre which was shut for the evening. There was a small car park at the back and I was led in the back door of the lounge bar. The place was dimly lit but typical of those kinds of establishments, a small bar area, pool table and a little dance floor. The one unusual thing was what appeared to be a school gymnasium vaulting horse placed in the middle of the floor. It had been modified with the addition of four padded boards bolted to the sides, two at the front and two slightly lower ones at the back. The purpose of this was immediately obvious to me. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting I counted eight men in the room, sitting around drinking and in various states of undress. They eyed me up and down lasciviously.