Rock'n'roll
My friend Wendy and I had been to a gig, we were high of adrenaline and music as we entered the bar. Wendy met her bloke Steve they slid into a booth together, chatting eagerly and then kissing hungrily. I felt like a third wheel, so went up to the bar ensured my mini skirt didn't show off my stocking tops as I climbed onto the stool.
The barman, Mark was a goth guy gorgeous black hair and dark eyes. He kept slipping me the odd vodka or two, giving me extra everytime I ordered. In return I leaned forward and showed my pale and ample cleavage as he passed by.
The night went on, I grew more and more tipsy. I never even noticed when Wendy and Steve left. I was too bothered by Marks tight ass in his leathers. I finally noticed the time and got up staggered to the door in order to get a taxi.
Rain pelted down, but I wobbled my way towards the taxi rank until my heel slipped and I fell in a sprawled heap on the pavement, legs open everything on show. I tried to move my skirt but the movement of my head made it all go black and I passed out half in the gutter.
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