Lindsey. When Colin heard that name, he would associate it with one of the bimbos if they even called themselves by names, or for a peppy high spirited girl. The last person he expected to have such a name now sat across from him: A grungy looking punk girl with half her soot black hair shaved off, lean muscle, thick thighs, generous C cup breasts, red skull earings, a red stripe in her hair, deep brown eyes, all topped off with spiked boots, worn black jeans, and a red tank top with a black skull adorning it.
The two ate in silence for about ten minutes before they even said anything to each other.
"So... uhhhhhhhhhhh... how's the food?" Colin asked akwardly.
"You should know fatso, you're eating the same thing." Lindsey sneered as she picked at the food.
'Oh boy, I got the one with the GREAT personality.' Colin mentally sighed as he went back to his food.
The two ate in quiet until their plates were clear. Colin was immediately drug off by Lindsey into one of the bedrooms, housing a large bed near a window with blinds. Colin was about to ask what she was doing when she threw the heavy set gamer onto the bed.
"Listen here, fatass, these old farts aren't gonna keep us here unless we fuck." Lindsey said.
"I figured that out on my own." Colin said. "But how exactly are they gonna get rid of us? Dump us out by the side of the road?"
"Take a look for yourself." Lindsey said as she pulled up the blinds up and revealed an uncomfortable sight: the fenced up yard filled with a bunch of chained up bimbos in tattered clothes.
"You don't work with them, they throw you out to be turned into one of those fuck sluts, and then you wind up as target practice for anybody who wants to cooperate!"
Colin froze up.
"I was a part of that last batch the old man was talking about, along with my brother; we wound up as a pair without them knowing we were siblings. We shot those sluts to get better aim but when they asked us to bust it, we refused, and they tossed us into the yard. I snuck a kitchen knife out with me and got away, but my brother wasn't so lucky."
Lindsey pointed to a chained up bimbo with a massive beach ball ass bulging out of skin tight jeans, E cup tits popping out of a tanktop (which looked more like a tube top) with a skull on it, and long black hair with purple stripes that covered half her face.
"It's fuck or be fucked, fatty." Lindsey said as she handcuffed him and tied up his feet to be spread apart. "I'll be the one fucking if you don't have what it takes."
Lindsey pulled his pants down and took off everything but her red skull marked bra and panties. She grabbed his man meat and began driving her gripping hand up and down, up and down, over and over until his dick was stiff as a board. She then tore off her bra, lettering her C cups fall out with their erect nipples. she soon lept atop and jammed his throbbing member inside of herself, thrusting her hips in the same up and down motion as before. Colin was a virgin, and the whole thing was too much for him. He let out a surge of bloody cum that sloshed as Lindsey slid off, and an intercom connected to a security carmera blared on.
"Ladies and gents, the first couple here isn't waitin' for nothin'! We may just have our first child on the way." Party whistles played as Lindsey looked him in the eyes.
"You're welcome, dough boy." she whispered aggressively as she went to shower off.