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I walked into the grungy beer stunk bar. Smoke floated into my face. I cringed and held my breath as I walked past the assailants. The speakers blared from the small stage. My black jeans hugged my hips as I slinked to the bar. I felt the eyes of the men in the room on me and the lace tank top barely covering my torso. Well-endowed could rarely be hidden even if I wasn't dressing like a little slutty tonight.
The bartender was pouring drinks for a pretty couple at the end of the bar, then moved on to a group of scantily clad girls. They pushed their glitter covered breasts over the edge of the bar. Though he was paying close attention to the show, the bartender did not spill one drop. He finished with the girls and moved down the line to the man next to me. The man grunted that he wanted four beers. The bartender obliged. Now it was my turn.
“What ya drinking?” The bartender asked me.
“A Cosmo... that's a good drink, right?” I had never ordered a drink before.
“I guess it is for some. What do you normally drink?”
“I don't.”
“Oh. You may like it then. It's sweet. Most girls like how it tastes in their mouth.” He winked.
“I see. I'll take one.” I put my credit card on the bar.
“Do you want to start a tab?”
I looked at him quizzically.
“I keep your card while you're here, and you can keep ordering drinks without having to pay each time.”
“Or you can let me buy them,” a voice said from behind me.
I turned to see a beautifully handsome man standing behind me. I was in complete awe of his face. After a moment my eyes finally made it past his neck, and his body looked just as impressive. The handsome man winked and smiled at me, then continued on.
“Don't fall for what he says. He's quite the ladies man. I see him leave with a different girl every time he is here,” the bartender said as he handed me the Cosmo.
I took a sip of the sweet syrup. My eyes were stilled glued to the walking Adonis. He had stopped by the glittery girls and was laughing at what one had said. I wished it was me that had made him laugh.
“I'll start a tab,” the bartender said and moved on to the next patron.
I barely even heard him. I moved away from my spot at the bar and slowly inched forward toward the man. One of the glitter girls ran my hand up his muscular arm. He flexed it, and rubbed her breast into his side. The glitter girl whispered something in his ear. He smiled and nodded. Then he held his hand up asking for five minutes. She shook her head. He pouted and put his hands together at his chest. The glitter girl slowly smiled and nodded.
The handsome man took off toward the bathrooms. I followed him still clutching my Cosmo. I didn't know what to say or what to do, but I knew that I had to be close to him. At the bathrooms, the man glanced around and went in. I stopped. The sign said BROS. The door opposite it said HOES. I shook my head. I took a deep breath, threw back the rest of my Cosmo, and went after the man.
The bathroom was surprisingly clean. White tile and clear lights must have been murder on those who entered. Even I had to shield my eyes, and I hadn't even finished my first drink yet. The stalls were hidden behind dark gray doors. I could hear the man urinating behind the middle stall. I quickly put myself into the stall next to him. I heard him zip up his pants and flush. I closed the door till there was just crack for me to peer out of.
The man stopped at the sinks and gazed at himself in the mirror. He gave a cheesy smile and a thumbs up. Then he pulled out a little vial and snorted from the cap. He shook himself and his head a couple times. Then he stood and stared into the mirror some more. Now he was still, looking at his reflection.
I watched him. His beauty excited me. The danger of the cocaine excited me. Hiding in a men's room stall excited me. I slowly moved a hand across my stomach. It was soft with lack of strenuous exercise and a fondness for pastries. The hand came up over the tank top to my breasts. Even through the shirt and bra, I could feel my erect nipple. I pulled them down to expose it. My thumb ran over the hard pink bead. My breathing heightened as I watched the man look at himself and as I toyed with myself. I pinched my nipple, exciting myself more. The hand left my breast and slowly made its way down to the top of my jeans. It slipped underneath them and past the white lace panties. I felt the wetness between my legs. I played with the sensitive nub hiding there.
The man gazed at himself. I stared at him. He caressed his cheeks. I rubbed my finger back and forth. He sighed. I held in a moan. He smacked the sink in front of him. I jumped. He strode from the harsh bathroom. I just stood there, unfinished.
A moment passed. I contemplated finishing myself off. But I pulled my hand from my pants. I wiped my fingers off on some toilet paper and threw it into the toilet. I slowly walked from the stall to the sink he had been standing at. I gazed into the same mirror. My same plain face stared back. I looked down and placed my hands on the sink where he had smacked it. I sighed.
The man burst through the door with the glitter girl attached to his side. They were frantically kissing, tongues barely making it into a mouth. The girl slid her mouth down his neck. His hand went up her short black leather skirt.
The man looked at me standing by the sink. His eyes glazed right over me. I shrunk back to the stall I had been hiding in and stopped to watch.
He pushed the glitter girl against the sinks. Her black hair flew into the mirror. Her breasts were heaving, barely contained in the shiny light blue corset she wore. Glitter sparkled from her cleavage. He glanced at his reflection over the glitter girl. His mouth twitched into a smile before he dove back into her.
I backed further into the stall, closing the door just as before. When his hand went to the glitter girl's breasts, my hand went to my own breast. I played with myself as he played with the girl. The girl threw her head back. He pulled the top of the corset down, exposing her large breasts. The pink nipples puckered for his touch.
I pulled my tank top down and pushed my bra underneath my breasts. My own pink nipples waited to be touched.
He looked at himself in the mirror as both of his hands went to the girls breasts. He caressed them, squeezing and feeling their weight.
I mimicked this, my hands covering my own breasts, holding them. I slowly moved my fingers into them. I pinched my nipples as he did the girls. Pulling and playing with them, my breathing sped up.
The girl moaned from her position on the sink. Her eyes closed. She fumbled for the man's pants, pulling at the button and zipper. He tweaked her nipples. The harder he pinched and pulled, the louder the girl moaned. Her mouth opened wide as he descended his face to one of the perk nipples. The glitter girl practically screamed when he bit one of them. He teeth flashed white as he ground the pink flesh between them.
I couldn't reach my mouth to my own nipples, but I pressed them between my fingers as hard as I could. My breath caught in my throat. I could feel the heat from my pussy. I began to feel antsy. I wanted to touch myself.
The glitter girl apparently had the same desire for herself. The man's pants slid off his hips and her hands removed his shirt. He was naked in front of them all. He stared at himself at the mirror slowly flexing his muscles. The glitter girl ran her hands all over him.
I wanted to touch him desperately. Instead, I squeezed my breasts and ran my fingers over my nipples. While one hand stayed to play with my breasts, I let the other one find its way back to my jeans. It unbuttoned and unzipped them, sliding them from my hips. The jeans stopped at my knees. My hand slid into my panties. It felt past my pubic hair, finding the wet tender skin underneath.
The man groaned as the glitter girl pushed a hand into his groin. She tugged at his engorged cock. He lazily thrust his hips. Her fingertips played at his balls as her breasts pressed into his chest. He pulled at the zipper of her corset and removed it quickly. Glitter twinkled over the flat stomach of the girl. The man's hands stripped her of the leather skirt and black thong she had on as well. They were naked. He turned the girl around so they were both facing the mirror. He still stared into it, but the girl had her head down. Breathing heavily she backed her rear into his cock, inviting him. His hand disappeared between her legs. Obviously playing with her, she moaned. She rubbed her breasts against the rim of the sink. He slid his cock past her buttocks and inserted himself into her pussy. The girl threw her head back. He held her hips as he rhythmically thrust into her. She was pushing back as well. She held onto the sink. He gazed into his reflection in the mirror.
I furiously rubbed my clit as I watched the duo. I kept my eyes on him as he penetrated the glitter girl. I imagined it was me instead. One hand still pulled on my nipples. I flicked a finger over the nub. Faster and faster. My breathing hitched. I felt the vibrations throughout my body. I shook as I quickly reached my climax. A shudder ran down my spine.
The man grunted as he orgasmed watching himself. The glitter girl clearly hadn't finished yet as she was still bucking against him. He pulled away from her, his cock dripping with his cum. The girl smacked his chest. He didn't flinch. She gathered her s**ttered clothes and dressed herself. Her skirt was slightly off center, makeup smeared, and her breasts were red from the attention. The glitter was gone from her cleavage. She smacked the man in the chest again and stormed from the bathroom.
The man pulled his pants back to his waist. He grabbed his shirt from the floor. He blew himself a kiss in the mirror and strutted away. I wanted to run after him, but I had myself to clothe as well. I buttoned my pants and straightened my bra and tank top. I stepped out from the stall and saw a sparkle on the sink. I moved toward it for a better look, and saw the sink's rim dotted with glitter from the girl's breasts. I rushed out of the bathroom and back into the bar and the crowd. I looked for the man in the sea of bobbing heads. I needed to find him. I needed to say something, anything, to him.
I stood on my tiptoes and scanned for his face. I didn't see him. I ran back to the bartender who warned me about him.
“Have you seen him?” I yelled.
“Who?” The bartender called.
“That guy. You know the one.”
“That douche? He disappeared with one of those girls. Haven't seen him since. But I’m sure he'll be back in a couple days to find a new girl. You shouldn't get mixed up with that jerk anyway.”
My face fell. “I did.”
I walked into the grungy beer stunk bar. Smoke floated into my face. I cringed and held my breath as I walked past the assailants. The speakers blared from the small stage. My black jeans hugged my hips as I slinked to the bar. I felt the eyes of the men in the room on me and the lace tank top barely covering my torso. Well-endowed could rarely be hidden even if I wasn't dressing like a little slutty tonight.
The bartender was pouring drinks for a pretty couple at the end of the bar, then moved on to a group of scantily clad girls. They pushed their glitter covered breasts over the edge of the bar. Though he was paying close attention to the show, the bartender did not spill one drop. He finished with the girls and moved down the line to the man next to me. The man grunted that he wanted four beers. The bartender obliged. Now it was my turn.
“What ya drinking?” The bartender asked me.
“A Cosmo... that's a good drink, right?” I had never ordered a drink before.
“I guess it is for some. What do you normally drink?”
“I don't.”
“Oh. You may like it then. It's sweet. Most girls like how it tastes in their mouth.” He winked.
“I see. I'll take one.” I put my credit card on the bar.
“Do you want to start a tab?”
I looked at him quizzically.
“I keep your card while you're here, and you can keep ordering drinks without having to pay each time.”
“Or you can let me buy them,” a voice said from behind me.
I turned to see a beautifully handsome man standing behind me. I was in complete awe of his face. After a moment my eyes finally made it past his neck, and his body looked just as impressive. The handsome man winked and smiled at me, then continued on.
“Don't fall for what he says. He's quite the ladies man. I see him leave with a different girl every time he is here,” the bartender said as he handed me the Cosmo.
I took a sip of the sweet syrup. My eyes were stilled glued to the walking Adonis. He had stopped by the glittery girls and was laughing at what one had said. I wished it was me that had made him laugh.
“I'll start a tab,” the bartender said and moved on to the next patron.
I barely even heard him. I moved away from my spot at the bar and slowly inched forward toward the man. One of the glitter girls ran my hand up his muscular arm. He flexed it, and rubbed her breast into his side. The glitter girl whispered something in his ear. He smiled and nodded. Then he held his hand up asking for five minutes. She shook her head. He pouted and put his hands together at his chest. The glitter girl slowly smiled and nodded.
The handsome man took off toward the bathrooms. I followed him still clutching my Cosmo. I didn't know what to say or what to do, but I knew that I had to be close to him. At the bathrooms, the man glanced around and went in. I stopped. The sign said BROS. The door opposite it said HOES. I shook my head. I took a deep breath, threw back the rest of my Cosmo, and went after the man.
The bathroom was surprisingly clean. White tile and clear lights must have been murder on those who entered. Even I had to shield my eyes, and I hadn't even finished my first drink yet. The stalls were hidden behind dark gray doors. I could hear the man urinating behind the middle stall. I quickly put myself into the stall next to him. I heard him zip up his pants and flush. I closed the door till there was just crack for me to peer out of.
The man stopped at the sinks and gazed at himself in the mirror. He gave a cheesy smile and a thumbs up. Then he pulled out a little vial and snorted from the cap. He shook himself and his head a couple times. Then he stood and stared into the mirror some more. Now he was still, looking at his reflection.
I watched him. His beauty excited me. The danger of the cocaine excited me. Hiding in a men's room stall excited me. I slowly moved a hand across my stomach. It was soft with lack of strenuous exercise and a fondness for pastries. The hand came up over the tank top to my breasts. Even through the shirt and bra, I could feel my erect nipple. I pulled them down to expose it. My thumb ran over the hard pink bead. My breathing heightened as I watched the man look at himself and as I toyed with myself. I pinched my nipple, exciting myself more. The hand left my breast and slowly made its way down to the top of my jeans. It slipped underneath them and past the white lace panties. I felt the wetness between my legs. I played with the sensitive nub hiding there.
The man gazed at himself. I stared at him. He caressed his cheeks. I rubbed my finger back and forth. He sighed. I held in a moan. He smacked the sink in front of him. I jumped. He strode from the harsh bathroom. I just stood there, unfinished.
A moment passed. I contemplated finishing myself off. But I pulled my hand from my pants. I wiped my fingers off on some toilet paper and threw it into the toilet. I slowly walked from the stall to the sink he had been standing at. I gazed into the same mirror. My same plain face stared back. I looked down and placed my hands on the sink where he had smacked it. I sighed.
The man burst through the door with the glitter girl attached to his side. They were frantically kissing, tongues barely making it into a mouth. The girl slid her mouth down his neck. His hand went up her short black leather skirt.
The man looked at me standing by the sink. His eyes glazed right over me. I shrunk back to the stall I had been hiding in and stopped to watch.
He pushed the glitter girl against the sinks. Her black hair flew into the mirror. Her breasts were heaving, barely contained in the shiny light blue corset she wore. Glitter sparkled from her cleavage. He glanced at his reflection over the glitter girl. His mouth twitched into a smile before he dove back into her.
I backed further into the stall, closing the door just as before. When his hand went to the glitter girl's breasts, my hand went to my own breast. I played with myself as he played with the girl. The girl threw her head back. He pulled the top of the corset down, exposing her large breasts. The pink nipples puckered for his touch.
I pulled my tank top down and pushed my bra underneath my breasts. My own pink nipples waited to be touched.
He looked at himself in the mirror as both of his hands went to the girls breasts. He caressed them, squeezing and feeling their weight.
I mimicked this, my hands covering my own breasts, holding them. I slowly moved my fingers into them. I pinched my nipples as he did the girls. Pulling and playing with them, my breathing sped up.
The girl moaned from her position on the sink. Her eyes closed. She fumbled for the man's pants, pulling at the button and zipper. He tweaked her nipples. The harder he pinched and pulled, the louder the girl moaned. Her mouth opened wide as he descended his face to one of the perk nipples. The glitter girl practically screamed when he bit one of them. He teeth flashed white as he ground the pink flesh between them.
I couldn't reach my mouth to my own nipples, but I pressed them between my fingers as hard as I could. My breath caught in my throat. I could feel the heat from my pussy. I began to feel antsy. I wanted to touch myself.
The glitter girl apparently had the same desire for herself. The man's pants slid off his hips and her hands removed his shirt. He was naked in front of them all. He stared at himself at the mirror slowly flexing his muscles. The glitter girl ran her hands all over him.
I wanted to touch him desperately. Instead, I squeezed my breasts and ran my fingers over my nipples. While one hand stayed to play with my breasts, I let the other one find its way back to my jeans. It unbuttoned and unzipped them, sliding them from my hips. The jeans stopped at my knees. My hand slid into my panties. It felt past my pubic hair, finding the wet tender skin underneath.
The man groaned as the glitter girl pushed a hand into his groin. She tugged at his engorged cock. He lazily thrust his hips. Her fingertips played at his balls as her breasts pressed into his chest. He pulled at the zipper of her corset and removed it quickly. Glitter twinkled over the flat stomach of the girl. The man's hands stripped her of the leather skirt and black thong she had on as well. They were naked. He turned the girl around so they were both facing the mirror. He still stared into it, but the girl had her head down. Breathing heavily she backed her rear into his cock, inviting him. His hand disappeared between her legs. Obviously playing with her, she moaned. She rubbed her breasts against the rim of the sink. He slid his cock past her buttocks and inserted himself into her pussy. The girl threw her head back. He held her hips as he rhythmically thrust into her. She was pushing back as well. She held onto the sink. He gazed into his reflection in the mirror.
I furiously rubbed my clit as I watched the duo. I kept my eyes on him as he penetrated the glitter girl. I imagined it was me instead. One hand still pulled on my nipples. I flicked a finger over the nub. Faster and faster. My breathing hitched. I felt the vibrations throughout my body. I shook as I quickly reached my climax. A shudder ran down my spine.
The man grunted as he orgasmed watching himself. The glitter girl clearly hadn't finished yet as she was still bucking against him. He pulled away from her, his cock dripping with his cum. The girl smacked his chest. He didn't flinch. She gathered her s**ttered clothes and dressed herself. Her skirt was slightly off center, makeup smeared, and her breasts were red from the attention. The glitter was gone from her cleavage. She smacked the man in the chest again and stormed from the bathroom.
The man pulled his pants back to his waist. He grabbed his shirt from the floor. He blew himself a kiss in the mirror and strutted away. I wanted to run after him, but I had myself to clothe as well. I buttoned my pants and straightened my bra and tank top. I stepped out from the stall and saw a sparkle on the sink. I moved toward it for a better look, and saw the sink's rim dotted with glitter from the girl's breasts. I rushed out of the bathroom and back into the bar and the crowd. I looked for the man in the sea of bobbing heads. I needed to find him. I needed to say something, anything, to him.
I stood on my tiptoes and scanned for his face. I didn't see him. I ran back to the bartender who warned me about him.
“Have you seen him?” I yelled.
“Who?” The bartender called.
“That guy. You know the one.”
“That douche? He disappeared with one of those girls. Haven't seen him since. But I’m sure he'll be back in a couple days to find a new girl. You shouldn't get mixed up with that jerk anyway.”
My face fell. “I did.”
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