This choice: Elsewhere in the 'Hopper's Den'. • Go Back...Chapter #5Elsewhere in the 'Hopper's Den'. (Green horn route by: Dima   Ron fiddled with rim of his glass of water with his thumbs while mulling over the sensory overload of the den compared to his usual back alley stalking and confined one to one meet up with other hoppers. Speaking up just a bit to get over the hard thump of bass heavy music blaring closer to the small dance floor crammed into the den itself, "I just dont get it man! I really dont to be honest, appreciate you showing me this though!" He says, leaning towards an older pale skin balding man still trying to wear the old fashion of U.K skinhead fashion with the candy red suspenders attached to a ill matched pair of cuffed jeans.
"Get what ya brat, the existence of such a fine establishment with more smut available than a leaked Lonelyfans account, or the fact that your a green in the gills shovel head of a hopper!" He shouts a bit louder, leaning over with a wrinkled grin...his body aging but his personality bratty in it's own right. Ron's ears perking up to the response as he breaks his concentration from staring hard at the chunky ass of an older woman really testing the tensile strength of a leopard print dress. Whipping his head back with burned cheeks and winced eyes as if he is figuring out how to fire back with his air normally combed over with it's light ginger fluffy starting to poke out, sorta matching his freckled pale skin and worn in school polo.
"Green at the gi-Im not that fresh! I have hopped plenty of times already, I have you know what...like, around the house and maybe by the laundry Mat and soe Mc-" Donald interjects, "And my domain as well, you idiot" leading to Ron swatting at the air near him, "SHUSH, I mean a DEN like this!! I mean look at that woman's arse man, it's gotta be a good 50 inches wide, but you see the face, it's some biker man who probably eats 28 eggs for breakfast or something!? OH, and that chiseled dude, got the face of a pudgy IT freak now?" He says, leaning back in his seat to feel the rough plastic drag on his back. "ON TOP of that, we can slide into any broad or prick we want but we still got rules!?"
Donald shakes his head, pressing his fingers up against his temples, "Oh where to start kiddo...okay yes there are RULES but dont let big man up at the bar lead you astray, the rules are informal really?" He rocks a bit, "It's more common sense stuff, like Rule 1 being dont be an utter arse, you can, but expect consequences. Rule 2 is any doll left unattended is free game, even the ones in the backrooms over there. rule 3 is do not hop into a mount being used, if you do well!" *He raises his fist up.* "Expect to fight it out though, thats a LIL frowned upon but ya win a body and a enemy but fuck em I say!"
"And the rule about drinking, why cant I get booze up in here?" Ron asks, tapping the table after nodding to the rule read off from Donald, slightly uncomfortable from his voice poking at his ears somehow through the bass and the contrast of him versus the Japanese man slamming his big mocha tits out on the table after letting his leotard slip off the shoulders in the middle of a card game, "Good lord...this is still different from even the one on one meet ups, those dudes are skittish and kind of like me in a way...also whats a domain?"
Donald waives him off a bit, "Asking a few too many questions brat...okay maybe not too many but I can feel your a bit green still, Dens aint like your lil gang meet ups, they are just that DENS of hoppers having fun, showin' off, the more flaccid ones posture their power and types of bodies to be pricks and all! Though, I prefer my little hang outs, this is too "filled" " He nudges, "If the body isn't taken by some jerk ass then it's a doll waiting in the back all fried in the head from having multiple hoppers leap in and outta em!"
"Good lord are they gonna be fine!?" Ron leans forward with his brow furrowed.
"Gah for the most part yeah, just gonna feel violated for a bit BUT that's not important! what is important, my friend, my pal who shoulda kept his hands in his own mom's panties and not my domain's gals. WE need to get you a lil less green!"
"IM not green, I told you this, I can handle myself here jus' fine and all it's just like any other pub! Just this one has all our wild hopper nonsense and more thongs then a brazilian beach!" Ron shouts before catching another dismissive hand waive.
"Look yes yes, but you are green socially, I can break rules and ride off with mister Barman's girly there if I wanted, but even a dumbass toad like me knows when to choose his fights. SO you can stick with me, and I can give ya a lil guided body to body hopping experience, or I can let you wander out there into the great unknown like a naked baby in the woods like I did back in the ole 80's." Donald states, flicking a loose lock of hair from Ron's hair.
"Aye, you dick im not a gr-gah why bother..." He growls, turning his eyes to the scantily clad pair of ass cheeks spilling over the bar stool at the top belonging to a fairly tanned candy brown-haired woman with the face of a mousy man trying to hold his booze in after making a regretful extra shot of vodka beyond his limit while his yellow dress clinged to him like a second skin along the contours of his mount.
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