While I don’t like having to put out by forced means, you bet your ass I am ALWAYS willing to put out for the sake of my friends getting laid.
It’s called being a proper wing man…and I play the role to a science.
I approach the bouncer at the door to Avalon and he looks impressed and intrigued.
I’m sure he thinks he’s in for a double BJ at this point considering Angel is bringing in reinforcements.
Walking up and placing my pointer finger on his chest, I attempt to schmooze the sexy bouncer with bedroom eyes and bicep rubs.
I’m only about 30 seconds into it when I realize that I’m actually more interested in The Bartender again.
As the thought enters my head, I’m almost immediately flooded with images of what it looked like the last time I was interested in bedding The Bartender…
Grabbing me by the hair with one hand, The Bartender shoved his entire pointed tongue down my mouth, leaving it lifeless in there while he undid and took off his pants with the other.
Well he wasn’t kidding; he definitely had a big dick.
A big uncircumsized one at that.
Oh Jesus those scare me…
I was unable to hold back my wide-eyed judgmental glare as The Bartender ripped off my clothes within seconds and demanded, “Yeeeah I bet you wanna suck my fat dick you little slut!”
What what WHAAAAT?!
Now…I pride myself on sucking dick like it could very well save my life.
HOWEVER, if you’re gonna talk to me like I’m a “little slut” and FORCE my head down when I haven’t even made the attempt myself…oh you better believe I’m gonna give you some tired ass head, man.
Which is exactly what I did.
Making sure he saw very clearly, I rolled my eyes, licked my right hand from the palm to the tips, grabbed his dick in my hand and started stroking it while yawning and licking it interchangeably.
I wanted him to see how uninterested I was in having his dick in my mouth.
But somehow, he just didn’t notice.
Instead, he started ramming his cock furiously at me while taunting, “YEAH YOU LIKE THAT DON’T YOU BITCH?!”
Yanking his dick out of my mouth and wiping my mouth off, I simply looked up and him and replied, “Ya know…ACTUALLY…I don’t…why don’t you just lick my pussy…?”
Jesus Christ I had no idea it would get MUCH worse from there…
ANYWAY…shaking the image and memory from my head, I now decide that there’s no way in hell I should go home with The Bartender again.
Maybe I’ll just stick with this bouncer.
Snapping back into the moment, I pout and place both my hands on the bouncer’s chest, staring into those sexy brown eyes to ask, “But whyyyy can’t you let us in……I’d let YOU in…” while placing my tongue suggestively on my corner front tooth, making OBVIOUS sexual advances as Angel NEEDS to get in there and I am DETERMINED to make this happen for her.
The bouncer blushes and grabs my elbows as he replies with, “Baby! Your friend offered me a shitload of money…and I still won’t do it. TRUST ME I want to…but you don’t understand…tonight OF ALL NIGHTS…I can’t…”
Pssh Angel’s got a shit ton of money to offer and he STILL isn’t sold?
OK I’m not THAT determined to get Angel in there.
I look at her and shrug, now walking off as I no longer have any interest in flirting with this bouncer who won’t budge.
Besides, I see The Bartender now scanning the crowd in front of me and I don’t want him to see me trying to bribe his co-worker with my vagina.
That’s just not a classy look.
He catches my eye and puts his hands up in the air as if to ask, “Where’d ya go?!”
I mimic his arms with mine as I head towards him, the loud bass booming in between us as we both make our way towards each other.
We meet up on the far side wall adorned with long black velvet curtains, the kind you find in old theaters.
Pulling me close by my hips, The Bartender pushes my back up against wall and places his forehead close to mine as he lowers his voice to almost a growl and says, “I should just fuck you right here and now” smiling salaciously as his eyes beam from his boner, which he is now aggressively poking at me.
I can’t help but find this ultimately endearing.
Yes, I am a total sucker for this guy ramming his hard-on into me in the crowded club.
I cock my head back and laugh hysterically, as I give him a teasing push on his chest and reply with, “Oh my God STOP! You’re so bad…” now licking my lips and blushing.
He responds by gripping my hips tighter against his and growling in my ear.
I’m such a sucker for slutty men…and I can’t help it.
This is probably what attracted me to him in the first place.
He presses his dick hard up against me as I’m almost instantly flooded with more images of what this looked like the last time I was this close to his cock…
I pretty much shoved The Bartender’s dick out of my face and told him he should just lick my pussy…”Yeah uhh…just lick my pussy…do that…”
Completely incognizant of the judgmental looks I was giving him, The Bartender gave a growl as he angrily dove head-first into my vajay.
I then watched in complete horror as he furiously cocked his head back, hocked a lougie, and then SPIT on my freshly waxed girl.
OH MY FUCKING GOD EWWWW!!!!! EWWWWW!!!! AAAHHHH!!!!!!!
“Yeah you like when I spit on this slutty little pussy don’t you?! DON’T YOU BITCH?!”
OH MY GOD NO!!!!!
“Ahh omg no I don’t like that…!”
I don’t think he heard me.
He then took his right pointer and middle fingers and shoved them as FAR into my vagina as he could while growling FEROCIOUSLY against my clit, teeth and all, jabbing his pointed tongue in all sorts of random directions like he was desperate to poke holes in it.
“AHH! Oh my God…just fuck me…Jesus Christ please stop doing that and just put your dick in me…”
I figured I already made it this far…there’s no way a guy could be worse at fucking than he is at giving head…right?
Unable to think about my traumatic tryst any longer, I now push The Bartender off me as we make our way back into the crowd.
Taking my hand, he leads me back through the jungle of misfits to find Cookies, Angel, and my sister waiting at the bar, drinks already lined up for all of them.
There’s no denying it…this guy is being a lot sweeter than he needs to be.
My sister exclaims that she wants street meat (hot dogs from the street vendors, not quick and easy cock on the Boulevard).
The Bartender simply replies with, “I’ll get you one don’t worry about it” as he pours me a shot too, following with a wink.
He’s sexy and he knows it.
Each grinning from ear to ear, the girls are very pleased at the treatment they’re getting from The Bartender.
After everyone downs their shots, Angel then turns to us and demands, “OK time to go! We’re going into Avalon!”
Realizing what time it is, I remember that we’re able to finally get in at the main door at 2 o’clock.
Without our responses, Angel storms out of Bardot while my sister and Cookies struggle to keep up with her.
Seeing that we’re leaving, The Bartender comes from behind the bar to catch me.
“Hey…where you goin? Don’t leave…” he says as his eyes beam with sincerity, now frowning and taking my hips again in his, this time not aggressively shoving his cock into my crotch.
A little upset myself, I take The Bartender’s chin in between my thumb and pointer and tell him, “Meet me in Avalon…” as I can’t help but blush from my genuine request.
Without saying a word, The Bartender winks at me and kisses me on the cheek before disappearing back into the crowd.
I turn to go catch up with the girls, shaking my head at myself at the thought of wanting ANYTHING to do with him again after the first time.
God the sex was soooooooo bad….!
He did say that he could get me Molly though…so maybe it’s not such a bad idea to meet up with him later.
I’m down the stairs and almost out the door when I feel someone grab my waist from behind me.
Now being spun around, I’m face to face with The Bartender again, as he leans his lips close to my ear and whispers, “Hey…you BETTER answer your phone this time,” as he nibbles my ear and firmly grubs a chunk of my butt cheek in his hand.
My jaw drops at the audacity and from how wet I actually am at such a rude gesture.
And without my reply, he’s gone again.
Fuck he’s sexy…maybe he deserves a second chance…