Gracie 05 - A New Technique For Attracting Men free porn video

I had been going to clubs with the girls and on my own for a few years but rarely managed to pick up a guy. Sometimes the girls would help me with my makeup and my outfit and they'd make me look about as good as it gets but it wasn't so much my looks but my attitude that turned men off.

I would get nervous and anxious when a man came near me and I'd subconsciously deal with it by acting cold and aloof. That's probably understating it though. The girls were always telling me to stop scowling, that it would turn men off, but I never even realised I was scowling. They'd tell me to smile, then tell me not to smile but to try and look neutral, that my smile looked like a 'death grimace.'

Even if a guy, usually very drunk, got past my external demeanor, I never knew what to say to them. I suck at 'small talk' and I find it hard to pretend to be amused or interested in dull, boring men.
Men just don't like me.

Gracie and I went back to LeStat where we struck out last Saturday night and I discovered a new technique for attracting guys that works like magic.

I pretend I am drunk.

They absolutely LOVE it and they absolutely LOVE 'drunk Vicky'. I think I even prefer her to 'Normal Vicky'. Oops! Did I just call myself 'normal'? Hahaha

I don't really like the nightclub scene and never have. I just don't fit in there. I much prefer to go out to dinner, perhaps a movie or a show or concert. Gracie loves it though although she clearly doesn't belong there. She looks out of place. Like one of the Fuglies (Fat & Uglies) at the school dances. She loves to talk to guys and to dance and while she is good with guys she cannot dance for shit. She looks ridiculous on the dance floor.

So...there we were. Fatty and Skinny. Hahaha. Me dragged along reluctantly by Gracie.
It was just like Saturday night. Guys giving me the once over, checking out my tits then moving on. Checking out Gracie and weighing up their desire for a fuck against the shame of fucking a fat girl.

Men are attracted to her. She smiles, laughs and talks and they are attracted. But then they look her up and down and you can see it in their faces. 'Shame she's so fat' It could be Gracie's byline. "'Tis a pity she's a fatty' to paraphrase John Ford.

Gracie was a little tipsy and she kept telling me to 'loosen up' and to 'chill out'.

Me: What? Like you?
Gracie: Yeah. Like me. Like you don't have a rod up your ass.


So I acted like I was drunk just for Gracie's benefit. I slurred my words and acted all limp and d****d my arm around her the way I'd seen drunk people behave. And I'd seen plenty of them. I was really getting into my act and Gracie was giggling and laughing and trying to push me away when she pushed me backwards into this Eminently Fuckable guy behind me waiting to order a drink.

I almost stopped the act, apologised and hid in embarrassment but I felt The Craziness come over me and I turned to this guy, smiled, and said.

"Welllllllllllllll. HELLO there."

I put my right hand on his shoulder as if to steady myself and I swayed gently from side to side. His eyes went straight to my tits and I discretely pushed my chest out making them strain against my blouse.
Gracie and I were both wearing 'tits out' blouses, showing a lot more cleavage than I would without Gracie to nag and encourage me. I thought I looked OK. Dark green skin tight leggings, short black skirt, high heels, black, low cut blouse and dark green lightweight jacket. Legs looked really good and my tits were bulging up and outwards.
Gracie pulled me back and said. "I'm sorry. She's a bit pissed."

I could see the immediate interest in Mr Eminently Fuckable. As if he was thinking. 'Well, is she now? How pissed? Pissed enough to fuck a stranger? Pissed enough to suck a stranger's cock? Pissed enough to let me do anything to her?"

He said. "I think she needs a drink."
I said. "I'll drrrink to THAT!" Then I whirled around looking confused and said. "Wh...wh...where's my drink?"

I fell back into Gracie's arms and then deliberately fell forward, forcing Mr Eminently Fuckable to put his arms around me to stop me falling over. God, he felt good. He smelt nice too. Mmmm. And his arms felt strong around me. I thought 'Oh God, I could fuck this guy.'

I put on one of the best performances of my life. According to Gracie I can play the part of a drunken slut to perfection.

His name was Gordon and I pronounced it 'Gor-DON'.
Me: Gracie, meet Gor-DON.
Gracie: Hi, Gor-DON
Me: Thass a GOOD name, Gor-DON.
Gordon: Thank you. I like 'Vicky' too. Is it short for Victoria?
Me: It's not short for nothing. Like me.

I know drunks say any old shit and you don't need to over think it playing the role of a drunk. Gracie burst out laughing when I said that and Gordon smiled politely as if he understood.

"It's such a good WOODY name." (From Monty Python) I said very sincerely and emphatically, putting my hand back on his shoulder and gazing into his eyes as if it was an incredibly important thing to say.

Gordon: I'm sorry. Would he?
Gracie: Would he what?
Gordon: What?
Me: Such a...such a ... soff...soffiss.. classy name.
Gordon: What?
Me: For a classy guy.
Gordon: Me?
Me: Yes. Yes, you Gor-DON.
Gordon: So, what do you do for a living?
Me: I'm a pest.
Gordon: Sorry? What did you say?
Me: I'm a pest.
Gordon: A pest?
Me: A TY - PEST !
Gordon: A ty-pest? Oh! A typist.

I burst out laughing. I'd been struggling to hold it back by smiling like an idiot but it was too much. A nice non-threatening occupation, drunk and obviously not too bright and apparently totally pissed. A perfect pickup opportunity.

Gordon laughed and I put my hand back up on his shoulder and he put his hand on my waist. We talked absolute crap while his hand moved up and down on my waist, then snuck down to my ass for a quick feel, then back up to my waist. I ignored his wandering hand.

I talked utter crap, I giggled, I laughed, I smiled, I feigned interest in everything Gordon said, I kept looking at him, touching him, leaning against him, leaning forward to show off my tits. He loved it. He loved drunken Vicky.

Gracie was loving it too. She sat there giggling and Gordon probably thought she was drunk too or just an giggly airhead. It was fucking hilarious. Men are so easily fooled.

Gordon's hand got very adventurous on my ass and he began to squeeze my ass, cupping one ass cheek and I tensed my buttocks. He would have felt my firm ass suddenly go very hard in his hand and he responded by squeezing it even harder. He was getting very bold. And Gracie was watching him and smiling wickedly. She was loving it and so was I.

I felt so free and so ... I dunno. Liberated. Everyone excuses all kinds of bad behaviour with the excuse of drunkenness. It's the Great Australian Excuse. "Oh dear, he drove his car into your yard and destroyed your chook house. Well, he was drunk, so that's OK"

I was standing beside Gordon, sideways to the bar facing Gracie, with Gordon's hand now permanently stationed on my left ass cheek, holding it and squeezing it in the most proprietorial manner. I had my left arm around his waist and was sort of leaning into him when I decided to return the favour by giving his ass a squeeze. A nice, long, firm squeeze. He had a nice, small, firm ass too and he clenched his ass when I grabbed it just as I had done. He didn't seem surprised though, just pleased.

He responded my discretely lifting my skirt at the back, curling his fingers up and stroking my cunt. I thought 'Uh Oh. He's getting a bit TOO bold but for some reason I thought it wasn't THAT bad because after all he was only feeling my cunt through a layer of leggings and panties. It wasn't as if he was actually touching my actual cunt.' Then I realised that sounded like a drunk's logic and I congratulated myself for really getting into the act.

I was really having fun and I suddenly realised that Gordon was really turning me on. His body against mine, his smell, his hand on my ass, fingers caressing my cunt - at the bar at LeStat. If he kept doing that and I let him, he would pretty soon have a wet finger as my cunt juices soaked through my panties and leggings.

Gordon took me by surprise by dragging me away from the bar over to the dance floor. Where it was darker. Crowded and dark. I looked at Gracie in a bit of distress but she just shrugged and said something I didn't catch.
Gordon was a good looking guy, out of my league normally and obviously just after a fuck. A one night stand and what better than an average looking babe with a hot body who appeared to be pissed off her face.

We didn't dance. He held me close with both hands on my ass grinding his cock into me. His cock was hard and impossible to miss. I responded by pressing my body against his and he leaned down and kissed me on the lips and slid his tongue in slowly and deliberately. His tongue tasted of bourbon. Sweet and spicy. I sucked his tongue and he tightened his grip on my ass, pulling my skirt up at the back and he ground his cock into me even harder.
Then he spun me around so he was behind me and I felt his hard cock pressing into my ass, he put his arms around me from behind and slid one hand over my chest, inside my blouse and bra in one quick, fluid movement and suddenly I had his cock pressed hard against my ass and his hand inside my blouse holding onto my left tit, squeezing it and feeling it's size and weight.

He'd taken me completely by surprise and I was a bit rattled by his hand inside my blouse - on my actual tit !!! I looked around anxiously but like Clancy's you could have a fuck on the dance floor and nobody would notice or care if they did. His hand felt good on my tit and I leaned back into him. Oh God this was good. A great looking guy like Gordon wanting me and wanting me BADLY.

I reached behind me and felt around for his cock. I found it. Oh God, it felt big. Big and hard through his pants and I curled my fingers around it, feeling it through the fabric of his pants. God it felt good in my hand. I wanted to fuck him and badly. I was ready to let him fuck me on the dance floor. Just slip my skirt up, pull my leggings and panties down, bend over and let him stick that stiff cock in my hand into my wet, cock hungry cunt.

Or... take him home and do him properly. Uh Oh. I remembered Gracie. We hadn't talked about what we'd do if we actually got a guy tonight. I think we both thought it unlikely after striking out twice. Now what to do? Would Gordon want to fuck Gracie too. Was he up for a 3Some? Should I dump Gracie and take Gordon home and fuck him? No, Gracie's stuff was at my place and she was staying the night.

God his hand felt good on my tit, his palm rubbing my nipple and now he was dry humping me on the dance floor. Oh My God, it felt good. His cock pressed rhythmically against my ass. He slid his other hand down my waist over my stomach to my thighs and slid it up my thigh, up, up, up higher and higher until my skirt began to bunch up at the front exposing way too much inner thigh and I felt his hand reach my bare stomach above leggings and panties and try to slip inside my leggings.

Oh MY GOD. Talk about fucking BOLD. He was trying to finger me on the dance floor. He did his best but the leggings and panties combined to make it impossible for him to get his hand down my panties. Hahaha. But it was fun letting him try.

He kissed me again, more passionately and urgently this time, he struggled like crazy to get his hand inside my leggings and panties to get to my cunt, he squeezed my tit, he ground his cock into my ass and I pulled my mouth off his and said.

"I want to fuck you so badly." Forgetting my drunk act.

He didn't notice.

He said. "Uhh. Unnnh. Unh. Mmm." Which I took to mean. "I want to fuck you too."

He got so carried away when I said that, that he actually lifted me up off the floor. The Craziness had full control over me now and without thinking or realising what I was saying I said.

"But you have to fuck Gracie too."

That shocked him. But he recovered quickly and said eagerly. "Yeah, yeah, sure."

But then he suddenly stopped and said. "The fat one?" In this goofy voice with this goofy look on his face.
Suddenly everything was different. The magic died in an instant.

I said. "She's not fat." In a suddenly sober and serious voice and he eased back, eased off and gave me a really strange look. I felt him pull back and his cock move away form my ass, then his hand slid out of my blouse and his hand moved away from between my legs.

Awkward moment.

What the fuck is the big deal about fucking two women? Even if one of them is a little... chubby? Is fucking a chubby chick such a big deal to a man? I mean really?

Or maybe he'd just picked up on my weirdness. Maybe he just realised he was into a Crazy Bitch with a little fat friend who was probably also crazy.

I said. "Well, fuck you then."

"Hang on a minute." He said desperately, reaching out to me as I began to walk away. But he didn't come after me.


"Whatcha do to Gor-DON?" Gracie asked when I got back to the bar.
"He's gay." I said.
"No waaaaaaaaaay." Gracie said. She was really pissed now. "He was really into you."
"He was." I said, returning to my Drink Vicky persona. "Until he discovered I was a woman."
"Noooooo." Gracie said in shock. "You're a WOMAN?"
She stared at me intently then lowered her eyes to my tits and said in an amazed voice.
"Are these tits, then? I never even noticed them before."

She leaned forward and poked a finger between my tits and began to slide it up and down between my tits. Tit Fucking me with her finger.

"Oh my God," she cried, 'you ARE a woman."

At that exact Moment Gary came along. He stopped, looked at Gracie's finger between my tits moving up and down like a cock, looked at me, at Gracie, back at my tits and Gracie pulled her finger down, exposing my bra causing Gary to STARE at my tits like a man possessed.

"I'm Gary. Hi." He smiled. "You girls look like you're having fun."
"Can YOU handle a little fun, Gary?" Gracie asked, leaning forward, exposing half of her tits.

Poor Gary didn't know where to look. Gracie's tits almost falling out of her blouse and her finger pulling my blouse down exposing most of my bra clad tits.

"I can handle any amount of fun." Gary said boldly, laughing.
"Can you handle two hot babes ready to rumble?" Gracie said seductively.
"What? Rumble?" Gary looked confused. Men are so dumb.
"Party." Gracie said.
"Yeah, I love to party. Let's party." He said and he stood there like a dickhead not knowing what to say or do next. He kept swivelling his head between us. Between our tits actually.

"Too dumb?" Gracie asked me, leaning around past Gary.
"Too dumb." I agreed.
"What?" Gary asked.
"Sorry, you're too dumb." Gracie said.
"Too dumb for what? Wait a minute. You calling me dumb?"
"Dumb as shit." I chimed in.
"What?" Gary asked incredulously.
"As dumb as a box fulla rocks." Gracie said.
"Dumb as a sack fulla shit." I said.
"Fuckin' bitches, fuck you."
"No, fuck you, you limp-dicked cocksucker." Gracie said nastily.
"What? Why would you even say that you fucking bitch? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Just fuck off, Gary." I said taking a menacing step towards him, making a fist and getting ready to punch him.

He fucked off.

"Wow you looked like you were gettin' ready to hit him." Gracie said.
"I was. I wanted to hit him." I said, feeling like a nasty drunk now.

Then Craig came along. Hmmm Just Fuckable Craig. I went back into my drunk Vicky mode and he loved me. But he wasn't anywhere near as bold or confident as Gor-DON. He was dying to take advantage of me but lacked the courage. Gracie even asked him if he wanted to come back to our place and party and the fucking loser said he had to get up early to go to work. So we pissed him off and I asked Gracie if maybe the 'party' thing was a turn off and they thought there'd be an actual party back at our place with lots of people.

Gracie assured me that 'party' like 'coffee' meant 'fuck' so we left it at that.

Then Brad and Simon came along and they were very different. They were Wolves on the prowl for pussy. They stood watching Gracie and I for a while as if they were arguing who was going to get the fat one or the ugly one and then they came over. They were both drunk Fuckable which is where Gracie and I were by now with Brad leaning towards Fuckable.

They were a Team and they'd obviously done this before. Worked together. Not a bad tactic to look for a pair of women together and make a team move. Most women in pairs at a club won't leave their companion to go off with a guy but they will often fuck a guy so their friend can fuck the guy they want to.

Brad was onto me and Gracie got Simon. I played out my drunk act, Gracie giggled and laughed and just acted her normal, half pissed self and they seemed to really like us. Or at least wanted to fuck us. Simon, if he indeed had drawn the short straw, was certainly undertaking his task with enthusiasm. He was sort of all over Gracie and Gracie was loving it.

Brad was really amused by my drunken antics and I worried I was overdoing it a bit. But no, he didn't seem to notice it was all an act. I was actually a little drunk by now anyway and I was just sort of exaggerating how I was feeling. I was really having fun though.

Brad thought he was the one taking advantage of me but I was actually duping him. It was a strange and exciting feeling fooling him like this.

And I was really enjoying being drunk Vicky.

Brad and his mate Simon were assholes of course. Out trolling for pussy, looking for drunk women to take advantage of. Just after a fuck and nothing more. Brad was up himself and he really had no reason to be. He was pretty fucking ordinary. Not bad looking but severely lacking both personality, charm and intellect. But... he was really into me and if it was going to be anything at all it was only going to be a fuck so it didn't really matter how much of an asshole he was.

But I was wondering if Gracie wanted to take them home for an orgy style fuck and I couldn't get to her to ask. Simon was all over her too much. We ended up on the dance floor and Simon was practically fucking Gracie on the dance floor while Brad clumsily groped me. Brad had none of the finesse of Gor-DON. Brad and I did this crazy fuck-dance on the dance floor kind of standing up and going through all the motions of a stand up fuck with our clothes on.

Brad had an erection and he was rubbing it all over me. My ass, my thigh, my cunt. Grinding his hips into me. I was enjoying it. I settled him down though by taking hold of his cock through his pants and rubbing it, sort of jerking him off through his pants with my hand between our bodies while he held onto my ass with both hands.

Brad and I were actually getting right into this and he was trying to shove his finger through my skirt, leggings and panties. Hahaha. But then I noticed Gracie and Simon were missing and I couldn't see them anywhere. But the dance floor was crowded and so was the whole place. It's much busier during the week then Clancy's. Much busier.
I finally saw her heading through the crowd to the dance floor grinning wickedly, leading Simon along by the hand and I knew she'd just had a fuck. She had that 'just fucked' look on her face. But where? The toilets? Did they go outside? Was there a little nook here like the Fuck-corridor at Clancy's? An alley outside?

As soon as I got Gracie away from Simon I asked her if she wanted to bring them home.

"Nah. Not those assholes." She said emphatically.

Oh shit. I was SO disappointed. I was so up for a fuck tonight and looking forward to a bit of an orgy with the four of us. God that would have been good.

"Where'd you fuck him?" I asked without preamble.
"Men's toilet." She said without hesitation, as if it was nothing.
"Oh no." I said. I thought that was really gross, worse than fucking in Clancy's 'fuckorridor'.

Gracie just shrugged and giggled. What a slut.

"Third cubicle is the only one that locks." She added helpfully.

Hmm. So the only way I was going to get a fuck tonight was to fuck Brad in the men's toilet. I don't have a problem with fucking in toilets per se but it seems so slutty and desperate to fuck in a public toilet at a club.

But...what is a girl to do?

Simon was talking into Brad's ear, no doubt telling him he'd just nailed the fat one in the toilet and Brad would be looking to fuck me now to keep up. I didn't know. I wanted to fuck him but the toilet thing was really turning me off.

"Were they clean?" I asked Gracie.
"Didn't notice." She said and giggled.

Simon seemed to have lost interest in Gracie now and looked like he was impatient to go. Brad would try it on me but if I didn't decide quickly Gracie would be pressuring me to go and Simon would be pressuring Brad to go.

"Let's ask them back home." I said to Gracie, a bit desperately. "It'll be fun. We'll share them and give them both a good go."
"Bu they're such assholes. Especially yours. I don't want to be stuck with them all night. You want me to make my way home and then you can take them both back home?"
"Nah. I don't wanna do that." I didn't either.

It would be great with the two of them if Gracie were there to spice things up but those two on their own wouldn't be much fun.

Brad opted for the direct approach.

He came over to me, took my hand and led me away saying. "Come with me, I want to show you something." I went along.

He led me to the men's toilets, looked around and dragged me inside. Straight to the third cubicle. So, he knows his way around here. He bundled me inside and then closed the door and leaned against it. He grinned at me triumphantly.

"Well, what did you want to show me?" I asked and realised I'd forgotten my drunk act. Oops. Did it matter? He was giving me a funny look so I giggled. Then I laughed. He relaxed.

He undid his zipper, took out his cock and held it in the palm of his hand as if it were one of the Seven Wonders of the world.

"This." He said with a huge grin.

I looked down at a pretty ordinary and surprisingly, only half hard cock, lying on the palm of his hand. It wasn't even circumcised. Awkward moment. I tried to hide my disappointment with him and his cock and my discomfit about being in the toilet with a giggle. It worked. A drunken giggle seems to fix a lot of awkward moments.

I reached out and took hold of his cock, surprised at how warm it felt. Almost hot in my hand. He put his hand on the top of my head and not too gently pushed my head down onto his cock. Gor-DON would have been much better. Next time I won't worry so much about Gracie.

I put it in my mouth and began to suck it gently. It tasted salty, sweaty and he didn't smell nice up close like this.
Brad moaned and leaned back against the cubicle door, thrusting his cock into my mouth. His cock felt good in my mouth and I began to warm up. He struggled with my blouse and bra while I sucked his cock trying unsuccessfully to get to my tits.

He was still struggling to get at my tits so I reached around and undid my bra and my tits swung down and out. It felt good the way they swing down and out. I always liked that feeling. He hauled me up and knelt down to suck my tits. He was rough and he dug his fingers in when he squeezed them and shoved them into his mouth.
I like a bit of rough play but his uncaring, clumsy roughness was turning me off a bit.

I lifted my skirt and began to pull my leggings and panties down before he tried because I was worried he'd rip them to pieces if he did. But he left my tits and yanked them down roughly anyway.

I tried to pull one leg right out so I could move a bit but he just spun me around and said. "Just turn around."

I was standing facing the toilet and mercifully the lid was down. My panties and leggings were down around my ankles. My blouse was undone and my bra was off. The toilet cubicle was surprisingly clean.

Brad put his forearm on my back and bent me over. I reached down and held my knees. He lifted my skirt up from behind and stopped to look at my ass.

"Lookit that ass." He said happily.
"You like my ass?" I said drunkenly.
"I love your ass."

Then he lined his cock up, slid it in and I was mildly surprised that my cunt was so wet after his clumsy, off putting behaviour. Actually it was VERY wet and the idea of fucking in the toilet was just beginning to turn me on, as was the idea of walking back out there knowing that Gracie and Simon would both know I'd just been fucked.
Brad shoved his cock all the way in and then with his cock in me, he reached around, grabbed a tit roughly in each hand and began to fuck me hard and fast. Oh God, it felt good. It felt good when he first slid it in and it felt even better when it began to move in and out of me.

I thought he may be a clumsy asshole but at least he was going to give me a good fucking.

I leaned over further and spread my legs as wide apart as I could with my leggings and panties around my ankles, holding my ankles together. I desperately wanted to step out of my leggings and panties so I could open my legs wider but dreaded the thought of them on the toilet floor even though it looked clean.

But it felt deliciously different with my legs close together like that. I could feel his cock sort of touching my ass cheeks while he fucked me.

His cock went in deeper when I leaned further over and now I was REALLY enjoying it. Oh yeah that cock felt so fucking good.

"Oh yeah, fuck me." I whispered.
"I'll fuck you alright." He said, squeezing my tits harder and digging his fingertips into them and hauling back on them at the same time.
"I'll fuck your brains out."
"Go on then. Fuck my brains out. Come on, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Harder."

He did. He yanked and hauled back on my tits and he rammed his cock into me like a fucking machine.

"OH GOD." I half moaned.
"You fucking LOVE it don't you?"
"God yes."
"Say 'fuck me, Brad.'"
"Fuck me, Brad."
"Again."
"Fuck me, Brad. Fuck my cunt. Ram your cock into my cunt and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
"Ooh yeah babe, oh yeah."

UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!

That was BOTH of us.

Oh God it was good. I was so fucking surprised. It was fucking amazing.

It didn't last long though. He came inside me with a long anguished moan and rammed his cock into me so hard when he came that I had to let go of my knees and grab the toilet cistern to avoid being pushed onto the toilet pedestal and rammed into the wall behind the toilet.

Oh God, it felt so fucking good when he rammed his cock into me like that and he came inside me. I loved the way he pushed me up over the toilet and I had to reach out and grab the toilet to prevent my head being rammed into the wall.

I just stayed there for a moment savoring the feeling in my cunt and the thrill of that last final shove, holding onto the toilet cistern. It was stainless steel, very utilitarian looking and quite smart. The cubicle was quite clean too.
Then it was my turn to be rough.

I whirled around, taking Brad completely by surprise. I shoved him so hard into the cubical door that his head hit it with a loud thud. I dived onto his cock and sucked it as hard as I could and saw his feet raise up until he was on tip toes leaning back against the door. I sucked his cock like a demon and tasted the cum that was still dribbling out and was covering the head of his cock. A bit more came out into my mouth and I sucked hard and swallowed it.

Then I calmly sat back on the toilet seat and pulled up my leggings, panties and readjusted them. I picked my bra up from the floor and examined it closely. It seemed OK but I worried about putting it back on after it had been on the floor. Brad was still leaning against the door looking a bit shocked with his cock still hanging out of his pants. Fuck, he hadn't even undid his pants.

"That was great." Brad said excitedly and handed me a business card. "Call me if you wanna hook up, you know. You're a great fuck. Great tits too."

Brad put his cock away and we left the cubicle.

I stood in front of the mirrors to straighten my clothes and Brad nervously said. "Um, we better get going. In case someone comes in."

I took my time while he fidgeted nervously and sure enough two guys came in and slowed to look at me. They were both drunk and one of them hesitated to piss in the urinal while I was there but the other one took his cock out turned around and waved it at me. I laughed and Brad dragged me out of there. So funny. And not a bad looking cock either.

Lestat was pretty quiet now close to closing time they always turn down the music and it's possible to talk.

Gracie looked at my knees and tut tutted and said. "And what have you two been up to?"
"We just had a fuck in the toilet. God it was good. Hey, Brad?" I said drunkenly.

Gracie burst out laughing, Simon recoiled like he'd had his face slapped and Brad just stared at me.

I looked down at my leggings where the knees were dirty and scuffed and I said.

"Oh no that must have happened when I was sucking Brad's cock."

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Gracie mock admonished me, tilting her head to one side in disapproval. "Squat, don't kneel, when you're sucking cock."

Simon and Brad couldn't handle that exchange and they kept looking at each other then to me, then to Gracie.
It was kind of awkward how to say goodbye after an encounter like that and I wasn't sure what the protocol was. We all stood there for a moment then Gracie cheerfully said. "Well, see ya round." Turned her back on them and headed for the door with me right behind her.

We were almost at the door when Brad grabbed my arm roughly and said "Don't forget. You know. The number."
I just nodded. I thought I would hang onto it. Of course it may have just been the thrill of a furtive toilet fuck but it was worth seeing if that particular kind of magic could be repeated. I'm not optimistic though. Still, he'd be OK if, or rather when, I was desperate for a fuck again.

So guys actually like drunk Vicky. And they like her a lot. I think I've just cracked onto a major breakthrough with this. And it's so easy to do. I like pretending to be drunk. It excuses all kinds of social gaffes and bad behaviour. If I were ever to run into Brad in a social setting I could always say I was drunk. And ask him what happened. Hahaha. So funny.

Gracie had a good time too but Simon never gave her his number so I didn't tell her that Brad gave me his. We had a leisurely bubble bath when we got home and exchanged stories about our fucks. Simon did Gracie from behind bent over the toilet the same way Brad did me. It must the current thing. Simon didn't last long either. But Simon played with and sucked Gracie's tits for a long time before he fucked her. She does have great tits. And she said she sucked his cock for quite a while before he fucked her.

I gave Brad a 7 out of 10 for that final shove and Gracie would only give Simon a 5 saying that he only just 'cut mustard' and he had a small cock. Hahaha.

Then it was bedtime and 69ing ourselves to sleep.