Jokester Girls - Intro by xcvbrg

[PhilMarlowe]

Jokester Girls - Intro by xcvbrg

Nick stopped his bike right over the sidewalk. At 1:30 AM of a Saturday nobody would care, much less in a quiet neighborhood like that. Same with the cops, who would be quite tired from working at those hours. He just needed a little break; he had been driving his bike all day long, coming from a city that was 300 miles away. His legs, dressed in his blue jeans, felt too heavy and sore.

Nick got off from his Harley and stretched his body, standing on the sidewalk. At 29, he didn't look like the classic biker; his face was clean shaved and his black hair spotted a quite fashionable cut. Only his boots and his leather jacket evidenced his true passion. He wasn't a thug either; Nick was in fact a hard worker, and now was spending his holydays as he liked the most; traveling through the country on his bike. After this little break he would seek a motel to sleep in. Tomorrow he would be on the road again.

"Excuse me?" said a shy voice behind him. Nick turned around to see the source; a young, cute blonde with long hair had stepped out of a narrow alley. Besides Nick and her, there wasn't anybody around on street. The whole neighborhood was sleeping. Nick approached her, smiling; she was quite pretty and looked a bit younger than Nick. She could be very well on her mid-20's.

"Well, you say..." he stated. He didn't know what she wanted, but Nick figured out that there might be something there; it was pretty rare that an attractive woman would approach an unknown man on a solitary street at night. If she did, she could very well be interested on him. Maybe, Nick thought, I'm not sleeping alone at the motel tonight!

"Well..." she started, shyly. "My cat has escaped from home, and has climbed up a pile of boxes inside there" she pointed at the halley. "I tried to get it, but I'm afraid of heights. I need a strong man... like you... to retrieve my cat. Would you do that?"

Nick didn't thought twice; "Of course I will! I always help damsels in distress."

The young woman put a big smile and clasped her hands next to her chin, while giggling. "I knew you would! Thank you very much!" Then, she wrapped her arm around Nick's and stuck it close to her body. "Let's go inside" she said very quietly, almost whispering. The fact that she wouldn't take her eyes out of Nick while smiling made him think that he was getting extremely lucky. She leaded him inside the alley; it was a bit dark, but Nick wasn't frightened; what could do that pretty woman to an athletic 190 pounds man like him?

"Where's the cat?" asked Nick, looking around. The woman giggled; We're not there yet, you silly" she said affectionately. "Keep walking a bit more, we're almost there already."

"Okay, I'll keep walking" said Nick, daring to place his hands around her hips, testing her reaction. The woman reacted by placing her hands over Nick's. "You guide me" said Nick, and she giggled. Good sign, he thought. Suddenly, she leaned her head back and placed her mouth next to Nick's ear.

"We're almost there yet" she whispered seductively, taking Nick's desire a step further. Then, the woman took Nick's hands while turning around to face him. "We've arrived!"

In that moment, a few flashights were switched on. After getting over the blinding, Nick noticed several women stepping on his way... and in his way back, cornering him. All them were attractive and around the same age than the woman that had leaded him there. All them were smiling, but those weren't nice smiles; they were malicious and sadistic, the kind of smile that the villain of a movie would have. Turning around to face the first girl -he wanted her to explain what was happening -he encountered the same kind of smile in her cute face. And she no longer looked shy, not even with the best imagination. Shit, Nick thought, I've been ambushed. Say goodbye to your wallet. At least his BlackBerry was stored into his bike's box.

"Okay, I guess I have no escape" said Nick, trying to sound confident. But the truth was that he was a little scared. "I give you my wallet and you let me go, that's how it works, right? Let's not waste our time, then."

Surprisingly, the woman reacted to his comment by laughing loudly. Their laughter was like their smiles; cruel and disdainful. There was no real humor in those guffaws, only sadism. It was obvious for Nick that they planned to do something bad with him. Not knowing exactly what frightened Nick. He was now scared shitless, as much as he hated it. One of the women, a pretty brunette with long curly hair and green eyes, approached him and placed her finger over Nick's chest.

"We don't want your wallet nor your money, pretty boy" she said in a false seductive tone, while sliding her finger over Nick's chest. The rest of the women laughed again; they were enjoying Nick's torment. Then, another woman got close. This one placed her and on Nick's right thigh and caressed it over his jeans. Nick startled a bit, which made her giggle. She was a voluptuous blonde with a straigh hair that reached right below her shoulders.

"We only want to know a something about you" she said, slowly and seductively. "Something... very personal."

The women, all them, giggled at the same time, a bit harder than before. Obviously, thought Nick, it was going something uncomfortable. His fear made his rational mind to kick in; I gotta get out of here, he thought. He grabbed the short-haired blonde by her shoulders and pushed her away from him. The woman didn't look surprised; in fact she looked amused.

"Then ask me what you want and leave me alone!" roared Nick, hoping to scare the girls. It failed; they just laughed again!

"It's a very simple thing, cute biker" said the first woman, the blonde that had set the trap for him. "We just want to know this;"

She leaned closer to him, smiling; "Boxers, briefs or boxer-briefs?"

While Nick was left open-mouthed, the woman laughed. So it was about this, Nick thought. It was weird, but he thought that he only had to tell them what underpants he was wearing and they'd let him go. The only problem with that was that he didn't remember what underpants he had put on that day. He could have told them that he didn't remember, but that would make him look weak and fearful before them. He didn't want to look intimidated by the women. Nick lifted his head as much as he could -standing 6ft2, that said a lot- and looked at them.

"You know what?" he asked, with contempt. "I don't have to tell you that if I don't want to. And since I indeed don't want to, I'm leaving." he turned around and started walking his way out of the alley. Three women blocked his way; "Get out of my way!"

One of the three women was a very beautiful black woman that looked alike to early 1970's Tina Turner. She giggled and scorned him lightly, as she was saying 'you're a bad, bad kid'. "You're not telling us?" she asked. There was no tension nor anxiety on her voice whatsoever. Just amusement. "In such case we will have to see your underpants by ourselves!"

All the women laughed and Nick, feeling his adrenaline getting pumped into his system, understood what were they up to. He ran and tried to dodge the three women, but all them jumped over him. Despite being a man, he could not overpower them, as they were seven women. Soon, he found himself restrained.

"Stop! Get your hands out of me!" yelled Nick, trying to sound angry. And he did, but he was frightened. He had a pretty clear idea of what they were about to do to him, until the first blonde solved it for once;

"Let's take his pants off!" she said, giggling happily. The other women pinned him with his back against the wall. He was getting restrained by his arms, torso and legs. In fact, only the first blonde and the black woman had crouched down, having their pretty faces at the same level than Nick's pelvis. It was in fact the blonde the one that started to unbuckle his belt while Nick struggled in vain.

"Don't do it! Don't even think of it! Or..." he threatened. Tina Turner's look-alike lifted her head and looked at him with the malicious smile.

"Or what?" she asked, and then laughed. Nick struggled as much as he could; he was about to get seriously humiliated. He had solved to put an end to that by all means, but his efforts were turning out to be useless. By now the blonde was unzipping his pants. Then, both women grabbed both sides of Nick's pants and yanked them all the way down to his ankles. Added to the could breeze that he felt in his legs, the women's laugh sounded even more cruel than before for Nick. His heart was beating inside his chest like crazy. The black woman stood up and pointed his finger to Nick's crotch while laughing.

"Look! He wears boxer-briefs!" she said. In effect, Nick was wearing boxer-briefs. They were purple, and they had a pattern of thin, gray vertical stripes on them. Since his underpants were made of tight lycra, they had adopted the shape of his pelvic area... which allowed those women rating certain parts of his male anatomy. One of the woman that was grabbing his right arm -a brown haired girl whose hair reached amost her ass- suddenly pointed at his crotch, smiling.

"He's well-endowed, girls!" she said. The rest of the gang said 'yeah', approving her veredict. Then, they giggled again. The first blonde stood in front of Nick, directing quick glances at his crotch now and then.

"Cute underpants, sexy biker" she said. "And nice... 'tool' too!" The women laughed at this. "We will want to remember you" she turned around. "Right, girls?"

"Yeah!" said all of them. Then the black woman lifted Nick's ankles on the air while his arms and torso were being held and pulled Nick's pants off of his ankles, leaving Nick officially pantless in front of the seven women. He could not feel more powerless and humiliated. Then, the voluptuous blonde pulled out her cellphone and started taking pics of him while retained against the wall. At first she took pics of his whole body, but later she focused on his underwear. The women laughed at him during the whole process.

"Let's take a pic of the cuckoo!" cheered the voluptuous blonde, taking a pic of the bulge in the front of Nick's boxer-briefs. The women found the scene hilarious.

They finally let him go, and Nick ran towards the exit of the alley. The women were laughing harder than ever. The first blonde had Nick's jeans in her hands, and waved them like a victory flag. She called him.

"Hey, sexy biker! You forget this!" she said, laughing, and threw something at him; it was his wallet. Nick was surprised that they didn't want the wallet, but he crouched down and grabbed it. Then, he noticed a camera flash behind him.

"Look, girls! He also has a nice butt!"

More guffaws. Nick could not take it anymore and ran away, wallet in hand. With his leather jacket, his boots but missing his pants, he had a rather pathetic look. This had been the worst humiliation of his life. The fact that it was a group of women and not men who had taken his pants off made it more humiliating. While he got back on his bike and started the engine, he was thinking that he wouldn't tell anybody about this. Nobody would take him seriously anymore. And telling women? Much less!

Now he was driving his bike, with no pants on, feeling unprotected and ridicule. He would go to the motel and he would have to book the room wearing his underpants only waist down. What if the motel receptionist was a woman? What if she was, in addition, an attractive woman that he normally would try to impress? He didn't want to think about that but in his mind a made-up story about muscular thugs attacking on him was being written. Nick felt angry at those women and embarrassed beyond all doubt. This was, in fact, a night that he would not easily forget. He could not stop thinking how fast he planned to leave that crappy town behind.



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