Ia m tryoing to write a story in English. We just want a little celebration, - lazily Jane told him, and something smirked in her eyes again. - You, me and Jessika. Jessika already was coming from the bar back with 3 glasses of beer Jane slightly smiled: - We don´t need too big company for celebration, do we? A little beer, a little talkings... maybe we´ll play in cards. Jessika, who already sat opposite Jack, was not smiling. She was looking in his face with her strange misty eyes, and Jack againt felt some worry.These two girls were circling around him like bees around a flower already several days.Jack noticed them first time, when he was looking porn in Internet and casually came to pages with terrific content: girls, kicking and beating boys... sitting on their faces and smothering them to death... Jack quickly quitted from the websites, and looked around. They were there. Both of them – Jessika and Jane. They were lazily talking with each other, even not looking at Jack. But from that moment they never were dissapearing completely. Where Jack wouldn go they both were somewhere not far. Honestly they were nice, both, though differently. Jane had less height ang tough members, with slightly wide face and strong hips... and very imressible pelvis, shoing otself through cotton shorts woth every her step. Jessika was sophisticated and tender, with long bones, she was much higher, than Jane, and she has pale face and dark empty eyes. Such different, but at the same time such strangely similar, having something really common, they never were completely together as friends, but always were not far from each other, as if something strange, what wasn´t making them real friends, by some unexplanable way were uniting them... as criminals in one criminal gangband. And now, such strangely not similar girls were both in front of him. Slowly drinking beer and looking at him with so similar eyes – dark, attentive, expressing nothing, but keeping something inside them. Some thought. Or some feeling. Or some desire. Or some decision. So? - Jane had said and smiled with only lips - not very full, but very red and tight lips. What about to have a little party? With beer and cards. Who knows - maybe you'll win something. Or maybe we´ll win... something. Jessika didn't smile together with her. She just was continuing looking in the face of Jack - with her dark, attentive, expressing something strange, twinkling eyes. Maybe, her hypnotising eyes forced Jack to accept the invitation... but... what variety, what forced him to say "yes"? Jack just said "OK", and it changed all his life. Because he told bad and very dangerous girls "OK" . And the world of bad and very dangerous girls swallowed him. Forever. I put 500 dollars, - Jane said and throw the money on the table. And I put a thousand, - echoed Jessika, doing this. Both girls looked at Jack. - I am sorry, - really sorrying, Jack lifted his hands up. - But you already won all, that I had. Hm, - Jane said and quickly looked at Jessika. Jessika smiled: Who told, that we can put on the table only money? The kid can offer something else. And strictly saying, if he´ll be unlucky he´ll lose nothing, but if he´ll be lucky, he´ll have 1500 dollars. 2000, - Jane corrected. - I´ll add 500 hundreds, so – together we put 2000. Both of girls seductively smiled to Jack. And what can I put on the table, if I don´t have 2000 dollars? - Jack asked prudently. - Nothing , - smiling, Jane answered. - You´ll just touch our pussies with your tongue - touch our naked pussies, not through underwears. And you´ll not simply touch, but will slightly lick one time every pussy. One time You´ll lick my pussy, and one time You´ll lick the Jessika´s pussy. And 2 thousand dollars are Yours. Of cource, after this You´ll become a official pussy-licker forever, who is obliged to lick pussies of every girl, who´ll demand to lick... and any girl has the right even to smother you under her pussy to death , but who´ll know, that you are a eternal formal pussy-slave. The tatoo of a pussy-slave - a red small tongue under your low lip will be very small, and nobody´ll see, but if someone´ll see, she´ll just not understand, what it means. And 2000 dollars will be yours. Jack didn´t buy it. Whether he´ll not or not win, nobody knows, but if he´ll not be lucky he becomes eternal pussy slave ov every bitch, who can at any moment and in every place force him to lick her pussy until she´ll find some other occupation... but the fuckin modern bitches never want some other occupation, when they have pussy slave under their skirts, and... Every bitch can smother him with her fucking moisty hairy pussy to death. Not good. - And, of course, - Jane suddenly added, - if You´ll not win, 2000 dollars will be Yours even in this case. You'll be an eternal pussy slave, but You´ll be a pussy slave with 2000 dollars. She sweetly smiled him, licking the lips.