Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Lady ❯ Vol Four, Chapter Nineteen: Young Lust ( Chapter 19 )

Young Lust

Nikita, Igor, and Stefan had a wee bit of a problem. Their American friend, Hal, was deemed uncool in their eyes. Why was that? Hal was still a virgin. The boys thought a grown man still being a virgin was a bit…

“We can't have him like this,” Stefan spoke up.

“No,” the others agreed.

“So how do we fix it?” Igor asked.

“A hooker?” Stefan suggested. Nikita shook his head.

“Ryan will never go for that,” he pointed out. The other two frowned.

“That's true,” Stefan grumbled. Back to square with this plan. Igor lifted his head.

“What about that girl he's always going on about?” he asked.

“Ooo! What's her name?” Stefan asked. Nikita blinked at them.

“What girl?” he asked.

“You know,” Stefan said. “The kitten with the nice slender legs and red hair.” Nikita paused.

“She has big boobs,” Igor added.

“How big are we talking? C? D?” Nikita asked. Igor took a moment to try and draw the picture in her head. He held out his hands for help.

“I would say… about…” he said. “Between those two letters.”

“And you say she has red hair and nice legs?” Nikita asked.

“Yes,” they said. Their friend took a long moment to think.

“I think I'm know who else you are talking about,” he said. “Anything about her?” Igor and Stefan thought hard about that question. Igor opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. Another lingering second hung over their heads.

“Hey guys!” they heard someone call out to them. The Russian men looked up and saw Hal rushing over to them. He held up his cell phone in his head. They all faked smiles at him.

“Hello Hal,” Nikita mumbled. The American made it over to them.

“Guess who called today!” he cheered with a big grin.

“Who?” Stefan asked. “Your mother?” Hal laughed aloud.

“You're funny!” he said. “Stephanie!” All of the men looked at him with big eyes.

“That's it!” they yelled. “Her name's Stephanie!” Hal gave them a strange look.

“What do you mean?” he asked. The Russian men all grinned as they surrounded him. The American man looked really panicked.

“Guys?” he asked. Time to start their plan. Nikita put his arm around him.

“Hal, buddy!” he said. “We need to talk to you about something.”

“W-What?” he asked.

“How are things between you and Stephanie?” Nikita asked.

“Okay, I guess…” Hal said.

“Have you…, you know, done it yet?” Stefan asked.

“Done what?” the American asked.

“SEX!” the three men yelled. Hal's face went bright red. He quickly lowered his head.

“No,” he mumbled. The men all shook their heads. Hal looked at them all with a jerked-up head.

“What?” he asked. Nikita patted him on the shoulder.

`This will not do,” he said. He turned to the men. “Boys!”

“Right!” Igor and Stefan cheered. They all wrestled the phone out of his hand.

“Hey!” Hal cried. “What are you doing?!?” Igor handed Nikita the phone.

“Thank you, Igor,” he said. He flipped open the phone and typed up the text. “Hi Stephanie. You doing anything tonight?” Hal looked on with a red face.

“What are you doing?!?” he yelled. Nikita didn't listen. A new message popped up on the screen.

“Oh, she wrote back,” he said.

“Stop it!” Hal pleaded. Nikita opened the message.

“Oh!” he said. “She says, `Nothing, why?'” The man didn't waste time replying back.

“Waiting in the Radison Hotel naked and hard for you on the bed!” he typed back. He automatically hit send. Hal stood there with a red face as they waited. A new reply.

“Okay,” Nikita said. “Let's see what it says, shall we?” He read over the message to himself quietly. He smirked and tried his best to repress a giggle.

“What?” Hal asked. Nikita smirked and showed the message to the other men. Igor and Stefan snickered while the American turned even redder than before.

“Now what?” he asked. Nikita stood up in high pride.

“Gentlemen!” he bragged. “We've got work to do!” Hal looked around, lost.

“Work to do?” he asked. “What does that even mean/?!?”

“Gentlemen! To headquarters for the lost cherry date!” Nikita called.

“Right!” Igor and Stefan replied. They grabbed Hal by the arms and hauled him away with them. The poor American looked around in confusion.

“Hey wait a minute! Put me down! Put me down!” he cried over and over again. Naturally, his protests fell on deaf ears as they left the bar.

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