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Robbie and The Octagon (fm:group, 5172 words)

Author: Mag58 Picture in profile
Added: Aug 01 2025Views / Reads: 1108 / 934 [84%]Story vote: 9.13 (6 votes)
A teenage girl goes back to a flat knows as the Octagon with a gang of coloured guys
 


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I'd just finished four consecutive 12-hour shifts in the power plant and had a few hours' sleep before going to my mate's MMA gym for some cardio and work on the bags.

A couple of mates were already there and by the end another three from our gang, The Valley Boys, had arrived which was a good number for a session in the Burglar's Dog pub afterwards.

Two more mates were already in situ when we arrived. We were two pints in and having a laugh dissecting the weekend the lads had had without me, including a skirmish at Friday night's MMA Cage Fight between Slik Rik who was sitting opposite me sporting a black eye and cut lip; when my jaw dropped like a cartoon character and my eyes nearly went booooiiinnng!

"Who's that with Jackie Big Tits?" I gasped.

"What?" "Where?" Who?" various voices joined in.

"There ... just walking to the bar!" I rasped as my mouth went dry.

"Jesus wept!" My cousin Omar gasped, "I want one for Christmas."

I'm Fakhar, 24, 6 feet tall, with a shaved head and beard; British by birth but even though both my parents were born here too, I'm Pakistani by origin. I love the gym and I'm proud of my muscular physique, because of the work it took me over the years.

Living where we do Black and brown guys had to stick together, which is how we accidentally formed our gang; The Valley Boys, a mix of Asian and Caribbean guys who can ‘look after themselves.'

I don't understand the physics involved but there's a ‘type' of girl and sometimes married women who are sexually attracted to ‘bad boys' and that's been our reputation for 7 or 8 years.

Jackie Big Tits was one such girl; quite pretty in a rough sort of way and, as her nickname suggests she has noticeably ‘big tits' which she's never been shy flaunting, and today was one such day, as I could see she was wearing a tight low cut vest and some tight leggings, which highlighted her cute arse too.

But it was the girl with her that had caught my attention. A tallish ash blonde with a ponytail, huge tortoiseshell glasses and a figure hugging blue dress in a stretchy material that fit like a second skin and enhanced her own massive tits which seemed to defy gravity as they stuck right out without the aid of a bra; judging by their shape from where I was sitting.

Being the gentlemen we are we let them get their drinks before Ferris, a mixed-race lad I'd gone to school with and ‘knew' Jackie better than me called her over.

The girls whispered to each other conspiratorially and grinned before walking towards us, Jackie sashaying and the mystery blonde naturally rolling her hips as her unfettered tits jiggled ... presumably for our entertainment.

A couple of chairs were appropriated and placed opposite me, where the girls sat. "So, who's your friend?" I asked Jackie, barely taking my eyes off the blonde.

"Robbie ... she works with me on the perfume counter in the store." She smiled. There was ‘something' in the way she said it while looking at the girl, then me ... it was as if she was presenting her to me ... and the gang. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done such a thing with her friends.

"Robbie?" I held out my hand; "Fakhar ... these are" I swept my hands around my friends, "... who cares?" I laughed as she held out a small soft hand. "Do you live around here?" I asked and looked at my mates, none of whom seemed to know her either; which was rare in a town this size.

"Not really." She sweetly smiled; "Over in Wooderson ... it's not that

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