This choice: Faizah make another suggestion dear • Go Back... "Well if I can't change your mind about staying, then I think we need to celebrate all your years as a customer." Faizah claps her hands, and four of her best ladies come in bringing in various alcoholic drinks, and looking more than ready to party, the night away. The girls are dressed in their best work clothes and your eyes wander over the scenery enjoying the view immensely.
As the evening starts you find the girls reminisce about former acquaintances, and how they are doing in your harem. The girls suggest that you could buy them, so that they could see their friends again, but you explain to the girls as well that you aren't planning on staying much longer.
One of the smallest girls challenges you to a drinking contest, and as you look at her you realise that unless she can hold alcohol in her massive breasts your are going to win, as you are both already well lubricated. You look to Faizah to serve as the judge. The first one to collapse, or puke is the loser. The girl is looking green around the gills herself after the first three shots. Before you can down the fourth she falls to the floor, and vomits rather noisily and messily, as it goes all over her outfit, and splashes on your trousers. Faizah drunkenly cheers you on. As she drunkenly tries to clap her hands she misses the first couple of times, but eventually succeeds and a guard comes in and drags away the poor girl leaving a slight trail of puke behind.
Another of the girls challenges you to the same drinking contest. Knowing your 100% record you accept, and the contest restarts. After a second round you know that you could easily lose this time, as you feel your stomach churning, and the bile rising in your throat. Faizah is watching very closely, but you are quite oblivious. Drunkenly hugging her, you whisper rather loudly and drunkly into her ear. "I... thing.. thinkkk... I migh... jus.. maybe gonna.." you stop there unable to carry on as you puke over her shoulder and down her back.
She holds you away from herself once you stop puking, with a look of disgust on her face. You apologise profusely and incoherently, as your eyes roll back in your head and you fall away onto the cushions, dead to the world. As you are carried from the room you try to listen to what is being said, and say how sorry you are one more time. But you are fading in and out of awareness.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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