1. You Don't Argue With Alice


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: Rheged6, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Joanie had known Alice since they were at Manchester University together, nearly twenty years ago. They were close friends and Joanie always knew that if she had a problem, she only had to talk to Alice. Alice would know what to do and lay it all out – you didn’t argue with Alice. It always worked. Not that Alice was bossy or dominant but, when it was needed, you knew that doing it the way Alice suggested was the only way. The way she raised her eyebrow or uttered the immortal phrase, “I think not!” would end any argument. One incident had passed into University legend. Alice had been at a party with some of the Rugby Club who were celebrating a hitherto unheard of event, that of drinking the Climbing Club under the table. They were on their way back to their Hall of Residence. Their choruses and erratic movement attracted the attention of Constable Barry Hughes who radioed in for a Paddy Wagon to take the revellers down to the 'nick'. The lads were corralled and invited to enjoy some alternative accommodation for the rest of the night. The ‘Lads’ had just vanquished the Climbers at drinking and, in their own eyes, they were ‘invincible’. This prompted a very unhelpful response from them concerning their recommendations for the officer's immediate travel plans, and suggestions that the constabulary might ‘go forth and multiply’. “Do you like sex and travel? Then fuck off,” cried Dave Jones, the six foot four giant from the ‘Valleys’, who wore the number 8 shirt when they ...
    were on the field. The police had heard it all before and took it in good heart but Alice could see the inevitable. Before Sergeant Des Wilson could open his mouth to issue a command, she spoke. Spoke? It was more like an opera diva making a judgment on Siegfried. “I think not!” she roared. “Line out, the blues! Get in line and wait! Quiet in the line!” A match discipline had been imposed on the lads and they were at rapt and rigid attention, as if waiting in the line-out for the ‘throw in’. “Now, you will follow me back to Hall and you will be silent until we get there. Move!” “Thank you Sergeant – if you will take your van and watch us crossing Oxford Road at the corner that will be most helpful.” Sergeant Hughes knew he had been dismissed by a slip of a girl but that endless paperwork had been saved. With a grin and a shake of his head at his colleagues they did as they had been asked and escorted the drunken party onwards. For safety they actually stopped the traffic on Oxford Road both ways, while the lads staggered across. He had learned, albeit he did not know her name, that you did not argue with Alice. Mark and Robert shared a house with seven other blokes who all had a common ambition. Fuck as many girls as possible and, in particular, fuck your mate’s girl if you could. They met Joanie and Alice in a ‘Gay Bar’ – frequented by girls who thought it was a safe place to have fun. It was also frequented by blokes like Mark and Robert who found it a good place to prey on ...
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