Saturday night I was feeling a bit bored and restless so I accepted an invitation to join my friend’s boyfriend’s soccer team at a club downtown. These guys were cute, but they were all about the overpriced bottle service. They crowded into the little VIP booth to pour strong gin and tonics for any girl who passed by. I don’t want to be mean about the game these guys were running, but in reality you don’t usually get chicks from having a bottle of booze at your table. You have to actually get up and go talk to them.
On my way back from the bathroom I took a walk around the club. The place which was filled with white furniture and lit with pink and purple lights. I saw a guy leaning against the bar with a bottle of something imported in his hand. I teased him about it, asking if he was a beer snob. He teased me about my ridiculous five inch heels. I liked his beard and told him so, then teetered back to the soccer boys.
Later, drunk and giggly on free gin, I found myself on the fourteenth floor balcony of beer snob’s bachelor apartment. As I was leaning over to look at the street down below, he gave me a light spank on my ass. He lifted up my skirt and did it again, and I moaned. Then again but harder. He tossed me on his fluffy white bed, which took up half the apartment. He grabbed my hair at the scalp and held on hard as he fucked me deep from behind, both of us kneeling and his teeth on my neck.
The next day he gave me cab money, which I immediately spent on a breakfast burrito to eat as I walked home post-hookup, happy as could be. I still have a couple bruises from that night that make me wet when I look at them.