"I'd rather just go out for a drink, if that's fine with you." You told the woman as she plucked you up and set you in her cleavage, where she knew you loved to sit.
"It's a deal Susanne, we'll go to the Whispering Tiny, the best bar in town." She said as she took off from your room, shutting the door on her way out. You made small talk as she walked out of the apartment complex, and down the street a couple of blocks. Although it was 4:00 in the afternoon the bar was already packed, with people pouring in and out with a large presence hanging outside the place.
You both walked in, and although it was like a typical dive bar, their was a strange glow to the establishment. The bartenders always served your needs when asked, and the social scene was amazing altogether by itself. Today was no different, with people mingling and the punk looking woman serving drinks sweating with overbearing work. Megan approached the bartender and ordered two martinis, one large sized and one tiny sized as she held it by her fingertips and handed it down to you.
You sipped your drink as Megan plucked you from in between her tits and placed you on the bar, where she sat down at a stool and started to talk to you again. While you sat and mingled, a plump, slightly fat woman in her early thirties made her way to you and Megan. She made her way to Megan, whispering something in her ear before Megan gasped in shock, pushing the woman away, who stormed off in anger.
"What was that about?" You asked concerned.
"She offered me $20 for you! Can you believe that? I mean, at least start the bargain at 50!" She said, jokingly as you laughed nervously at the thought of that woman getting her hands on you. You finish up your drink as you continue to laugh with Megan, blissful in the moment as the music blared from the speakers.
"Hey Susanne, I'm gonna hit the can real quick, hang tight." Megan said as you tried to protest, but couldn't get your point across as she walked off towards the back of the establishment. You sat on the hard wood counter top, swinging your legs off the ledge as the clock ticked past the two minute mark. Just then, you saw someone approaching you   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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