Zoe:resist the urge to please them

From Create Your Own Story

You feel really bad to leave them, although you know, deep inside you, that it is the right choice. As you try to focus your blurry mind by cleaning a couple of tables, someone enters the Pub screaming.

"Help me they're after me. They are com..."

Two women and a man have risen and are surrounding the half naked mad man. One of the women holds his head and makes him take a seat with her and the two teenagers she's with. He seems a lot more peaceful. You walk to them.

"How are you sir? Do you need anything? Do you want me to call the police?"

He looks at you with a stupid look. The woman, young and beautiful yet pale with animal features, answers for him.

"Don't worry, honey, he'll be just fine, we'll take good care of him. Now move on."

One of the teenager crawls under the table, giggling.

The woman opens the man's zipper revealing a quite decent erection. The teenager takes it in her mouth.

"How nice of her to blow him, that will help him a lot." You tell to yourself completely convinced as you walk away.

Something bothers you a bit about tonight's clients. The bar is full yet you seem to have less and less work as the evening moves on. You glance at the pub, lots of couples tonight, everybody seems to be kissing someone, their are even trios and quartets.

You pour yourself a glass of Whiskey. You drink a couple of sips when something hits you.

"BLOW HIM??? What the fuck? Blowing a total stranger in a pub? That's not nice at all, that's gross actually." You realize.

You look at your glass, at the pub and back at your glass. You've got blood all over your hands. How did it got there? You don't know. You try to wipe it out but your rag is soaked in blood as well.

That's when you hear it: the silence. Nobody is having an actual conversation. All you can hear is giggles, evil laughs to be more precise, moans, cries and this constant and annoying slurping sound. This is highly unusual, to say the least.

A few of of the clients are starting to to stare at you.

You've got to got to do something.

What would that be?

Call the police. Maybe they can sort this out

Discreetly go to the alley behind the bar and try to get home.