water. Meghan scowled at me and turned to the cute bartender. “We will take a Blow Job with a shot of your choice.” My eyes widened. At this club, this meant we would be doing a hands free shot from the bartenders crotch. I don’t know if it was nerves or alcohol that made it happen, but all the sudden I couldn’t stop giggling. And when I giggle, Meghan giggles. By the time the bartender came around the bar with the shots and lifted Meghan off the seat so he could use it, we had tears running down our faces. Our makeup had to be a mess. Stifling the giggles, Meghan went first, bending over seductively and doing the shot perfectly. Her eyes went wide, “Fireball! Yum!!” Turning to me she slurred, “Your turn bitch.” I wobbled over to take my shot, completing it in much less grace than she had, but I did it. When the bartender high fived us and went back to work, Meghan and I settled drunkenly on the seats.
“I think I am gonna need a ride.” Meghan said
“Dude, you drove us. So now we both need a ride.”
“I can’t call Justin since we are … on break… You need to call your tattoo man. He can come get us.”
I thought about that. Brock and I were still new. We liked each other, a lot, but were we at the place where he would still like me if I, say, threw up in his truck? I grimaced and hoped it didn’t come to that. Meghan was probably right. It was Brock or my dad and no way was I calling dad. Sucking it up, I picked up the phone and dialed Brock.
“Babe,” he answered, “Everything okay with girls night?”
Such a good guy. I hope I don’t puke in his truck. “Um… can you come pick us up? We need a ride.” At least I think that is what I said. It may have sounded more like “cnnn yoooooou cm, nude ride.”
“You drunk Teag?”
Was I drunk? Really? Again the giggles, “Yesssssss”
Brock made a hmmm sound. I didn’t know if that was good or bad. “I’ll be there in ten. Until then, you sit and drink an entire glass of water. Hear me?”
Bossy…. I liked it. My body lit up with want. “Yes Brock.” Wow, that sounded breathy and drunk. Who knew I could do that? Shit, I was gonna have the giggles again. Brock hung up and I looked at Meghan.
“Brock says he’ll be here in ten and we need to drink water.” At least, I tried saying that to her. Even I could hear how slurred it sounded and being that I was seeing three of Meghan, I wasn’t sure if I told the correct one. The bartender must have understood though because in no time two waters were in front of us and we were downing them.
We finished off the water and went to the dance floor, wobbling the whole way, to dance until Brock got there. I had my hands above my head and was moving slowly to the song when I felt a set of strong hands encircle my waist. Then I smelled him. It was Brock. He held me a little and we swayed together, the best I could do with how drunk I was. He leaned in and licked up my neck, biting my earlobe. “Gotta get you home before I take you here on the floor.”
Oh! But that sounded good to me. I pushed back into his obvious erection and he moaned. “No. Not here. I don’t share.” He was practically growling.
“Okay,” I breathed, unable to think over the fog of lust and alcohol I was stuck in.
Brock took my hand and led me off the floor, placing me in a chair. “Stay. I need to get Meghan.” I nodded drunkenly. I couldn’t stand on my own anyway. A few moments later Brock came back through the crowd with a very drunk Meghan in his arms.
“I’m gonna go put her in the truck and be right back for you. Do. Not. Move.”
Again with the growling. I pouted. Brock’s eyebrow raised like you want to challenge me? I shook my head no. He nodded and took off with Meghan. Next thing I knew I was being carried to the truck myself. I must have passed out. Oops. Brock gently placed me in the truck and I looked over the seat to see Meghan passed out and snoring in the back. I giggled.
“You
“I think I am gonna need a ride.” Meghan said
“Dude, you drove us. So now we both need a ride.”
“I can’t call Justin since we are … on break… You need to call your tattoo man. He can come get us.”
I thought about that. Brock and I were still new. We liked each other, a lot, but were we at the place where he would still like me if I, say, threw up in his truck? I grimaced and hoped it didn’t come to that. Meghan was probably right. It was Brock or my dad and no way was I calling dad. Sucking it up, I picked up the phone and dialed Brock.
“Babe,” he answered, “Everything okay with girls night?”
Such a good guy. I hope I don’t puke in his truck. “Um… can you come pick us up? We need a ride.” At least I think that is what I said. It may have sounded more like “cnnn yoooooou cm, nude ride.”
“You drunk Teag?”
Was I drunk? Really? Again the giggles, “Yesssssss”
Brock made a hmmm sound. I didn’t know if that was good or bad. “I’ll be there in ten. Until then, you sit and drink an entire glass of water. Hear me?”
Bossy…. I liked it. My body lit up with want. “Yes Brock.” Wow, that sounded breathy and drunk. Who knew I could do that? Shit, I was gonna have the giggles again. Brock hung up and I looked at Meghan.
“Brock says he’ll be here in ten and we need to drink water.” At least, I tried saying that to her. Even I could hear how slurred it sounded and being that I was seeing three of Meghan, I wasn’t sure if I told the correct one. The bartender must have understood though because in no time two waters were in front of us and we were downing them.
We finished off the water and went to the dance floor, wobbling the whole way, to dance until Brock got there. I had my hands above my head and was moving slowly to the song when I felt a set of strong hands encircle my waist. Then I smelled him. It was Brock. He held me a little and we swayed together, the best I could do with how drunk I was. He leaned in and licked up my neck, biting my earlobe. “Gotta get you home before I take you here on the floor.”
Oh! But that sounded good to me. I pushed back into his obvious erection and he moaned. “No. Not here. I don’t share.” He was practically growling.
“Okay,” I breathed, unable to think over the fog of lust and alcohol I was stuck in.
Brock took my hand and led me off the floor, placing me in a chair. “Stay. I need to get Meghan.” I nodded drunkenly. I couldn’t stand on my own anyway. A few moments later Brock came back through the crowd with a very drunk Meghan in his arms.
“I’m gonna go put her in the truck and be right back for you. Do. Not. Move.”
Again with the growling. I pouted. Brock’s eyebrow raised like you want to challenge me? I shook my head no. He nodded and took off with Meghan. Next thing I knew I was being carried to the truck myself. I must have passed out. Oops. Brock gently placed me in the truck and I looked over the seat to see Meghan passed out and snoring in the back. I giggled.
“You
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