~Subject: REPOST Nena and the Gringos Chapt.3
~From: SOTborder1@aol.com
~Date: 7 Jun 1996 06:50:36 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


For mature audiences only. Please do not read if you are under 18 years of
age. Go do your homework instead.

Chapter 3


Through the fog of surprise Nena heard Mark say, "Well Nena, come on. You
took the dare. Now you have to do it"  Nena felt sick to her stomach. How
did she get herself into this mess, she wondered. She realized that she
was starting to get drunk and things were starting to get a little out of
control. But again she thought to herself that things couldn't get so bad
that she wouldn't be able to take control of the situation. She was in a
bar for Christ's sake. A bar. She looked up and saw the guys staring at
her intently. Their eyes glued on her. A couple of them shifted in their
seats nervously, with anxious anticipation. Feeling scared, but wanting to
show that she was in control of the situation, Nena slowly moved her right
hand from beneath the table and gently untucked the front of her blouse.
The bar was quite busy and because the booth was situated towards the
back, away from all the foot traffic, nobody paid any attention to what
was going on. Nena paused hesitantly, fear causing her to momentarily stop
the movement of her hand. She heard one of the guys cough nervously. Doug
reached over and grabbed her hand. "Come on Nena. DO IT." Nena strained
from all the tension started to get panicky and felt her heart flutter.
She started to get up. "I have to go now.......please". Mark quickly
grabbed her by her skirt and pulling her back down into  the booth. He
softly hissed, "You wanted to play the game. You chose Truth. Now DO IT.
Take off your bra" Nena started to sob realizing she was over her head.
"If I do it will you let me go" A single tear dripped down her cheek.
"Sure" Doug said, his voice softening, "Were just having a little fun
that's all. Come on Nena. Take off your bra" "It's O.K. It's only a game"
Mark said soothingly. Nena was petrified. She new that taking off her bra
would just make things worse...... but they said they would let her go if
she did. They just wanted a cheap thrill. They couldn't do anything to
her. She wiped the tear from her face with the back of her hand. With her
eyes staring at the table in front of her, she slowly moved her hand under
her blouse. Her fingers followed the smooth contours of her tight, flat
stomach to her bra. She fumbled around with the clasp holding the two bra
cups together and deftly unhooked them. She reached for the shoulder
straps, pulling them down and forward, the bra falling in a heap in her
lap. The round, heavy globes, free from the constraining cups of the bra
tumbled forward. Nena was aware of Mark and Doug's breathing which had
quickened. She looked up and saw the rest of the guys moving
restlesslessly in their seats looking at her with longing, no longer
caring whether or not she saw them them staring, their gazes transfixed on
her breasts, which free from the constrictive confines of the bra,
clearly  displayed her large dark areolas and thimble sized nipples
through the thin material of her blouse. Nena knew the effect it was
having on the guys and shifted anxiously  in her seat. She attempted to
position her hands and arms in a way so that her breasts were hidden or at
least less noticeable, but all she was able to do was bring more attention
to herself. She looked up at Mark with as much pride as she could muster.
"O.K. are you satisfied now?" and attempted to get up, her bra clenched
tightly in her hand. Mark again reached up and pulled her down. Nena
started to hyperventilate with nervousness. "Calm down Senorita. Were just
having a little fun that's all" Mark said with a smirk. Feeling totally
overwhelmed and humiliated over the events of the last hour Nena thought
about screaming for help. As if reading her mind, Doug said in a low
voice, "Hey Nena, have you noticed that our waiter hasn't come back for a
while now" It slowly registered to Nena that not only was their waiter not
coming over, the rest of the bar patrons, almost all of them locals, had
their backs to their table, as if their particular group didn't even
exist. The bottom of her stomach dropped out from the rush of adrenaline.
"You know how important tourist dollars are in this part of the world"
Mark said with a slight smile. Nena's face crumpled and she began to weep
openly. "Jesus de su Christo What do you want from me?" Nen said, her
chest nervously heaving. She again felt Johns foot slowly stroking her
lean legs. She tried to move away, but boxed in by Mark and Doug, she had
no choice buy to endure the insistent stroking of her legs. Doug shot a
glance at Mark "Well, how about modifying the game a little bit" he said
good naturely. Nena wound up and anxious started to cry again. Mark
reached over and wiped the tear from her eye. "It's O.K. It's not THAT big
of a deal" "It's not like were going to do anything to hurt you.
We........just want to have a little fun, that's all" Nena took a few deep
breaths and willed herself to calm down, to stop sobbing, to reel in the
feeling of wanting to scream and scream and scream ......The calming
affect of the alcohol was dissipating and she was much more aware of her
predicament. The power that these gringos had over her. If she played
things right, maybe she could leave soon. She just had to be strong. Stay
in control. That was the key staying in control. "Nena, can I ask you a
personal question?" She looked up to see John staring at her intently. She
bit back the tears "What" "Well, I was curious, what kinds of
things.......turn you on?"