That is my birthday wish. I said I didn’t want to make a big fuss of my birthday, but fuck it, I’m determined to break out of this good girl persona that I’ve been involuntarily conditioned into by my parents.
I want to be a bad girl, no I crave to be and the first task on my list is to have a one-night stand with a hot stranger.
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“Savi,I’m all in favor of this new wild child mindset you’re embracing, but are you absolutely sure about this?” Venice Di Luca my other bestie, my constant voice of reason and downstairs neighbor expresses as we clamber out of the Uber.
I spin and look at her, smoothing out the creases to my—or shall I say Hannah’s— mini black dress I’m currently wearing. Probably the most revealing thing I’ve ever worn. I try to avoid wearing super short skirts because I find my legs are too short to pull them off. Sadly, I’m the short one within my friendship group while Hannah and Venice both stand at five foot nine I’m a meager five-foot-three.
“Absolutely and if you two get even the slightest whiff of me attempting to chicken out you remind me of that scallywag Trent’s words, got it?” I tell them both firmly and they nod.
Hannah smiles and looks at the finger I’m pointing at them both. “We’ve got you, bitty boop.” She chuckles and takes hold of my shoulders and turns me to face the entrance. “Now, stop yanking on that dress and walk like you have a purpose.”
I wrinkle my nose, “Okay… but how does one walk with purpose?”
Venice rolls her eyes, “Firstly don’t dawdle, you’re sexy and confident. Walk into that bar like you own the place. Got it?”
I nod and blow a breath, “Got it, no dawdling, sexy and confident. I’ve got this.” I take a step and almost buckle in the heels Venice forced me into wearing. Let me emphasize that I’m not the most graceful person at the best of times. I mean there have been instances where I’ve tripped over air, so these four-inch platform heels are lethal for me, but will I allow that to deter me? No sir-ee.
Onwards we shall go.
As we enter the bar the distinct smell of beer infused with a concoction of perfumes and aftershaves fills my senses. The bar isn’t too crowded which makes it easy for us to maneuver through toward the LED lit circular bar situated to the far left of the stage with a karaoke setup where a group of girl friends are singing Britney Spears’ “Wanna be”. High tables and stools are dotted around the stage.
“What can I get you ladies?” The cute barman asks when we approach, tossing the cloth over his shoulder and placing his hands on the bar. I eye the impressive selection of spirits stacked around the bar. I drag my eyes back to the barman and observe him closely. The bar is far too dimly lit for me to see what color his eyes are, but I’m going to bet they’re a deep dark brown. He’s cute, a boyish grin spreads across his clean shaved face. He’s a little too fresh-faced for my liking. I tend to favor guys with a stubble or beard and looking around I can spot a few.
“Can we have a round of blowjobs, please, sir?” My jaw drops and I look over at Venice pinning the barman with a sultry gaze. Oh boy. He seems to appreciate the innuendo dripping in her tone and nods, slowly licking his lips.
“You got it.”
“I take it you’re calling dibs on the barman?” Hannah asks with a smirk and Venice grins, her green eyes gleaming as her gaze follows him.
“Indeed, that’s a tall glass of yumminess I can’t wait to indulge in later.” She gushes biting her lip and twirling a strand of her red hair between her fingers.
“Vee, how do you even know he’s single?” I ask leaning against the bar. Venice looks over at me and shrugs.
“I didn’t see no ring on his finger and a good-looking barman like that doesn’t commit to just one girl, hun. I can guarantee you he has a different girl in his bed every night of the week.”
“Really?” I sneak a look at the barman and let my eyes rake over him. Now that she mentions it, he does have that bad boy guise about him. I notice the long line of women draped across the bar batting their lashes waiting for him to notice them. “Wow, I’m so clueless about these things. Maybe this is a bad idea.”
Hannah shoulder bumps me, “Nah ah, don’t you go psyching yourself out of it, bitty. You can do this, you’re one of the smartest girls I know. You just need some liquid courage and you’ll be fine.” She says just as our shots arrive.
“Ladies, your round of blowjobs and the screaming orgasms are on me.” The barman states with a wink as he pushes the shot glasses toward us.
Venice smiles impishly at him, “That’s rather bold, what if I don’t like screaming orgasms?”
The barman throws his head back and laughs, “Then you clearly haven’t had mine, gorgeous.” He drawls, smiling charmingly, his dark eyes gleam with mischief. He leans in close to her, “Chase it down with the blowjob, you can thank me later.”
Venice bites her lip and picks up her shot glass, her eyes never leaving his. Hannah and I share a knowing look. She smiles, pressing her shot glass to her lips. Jesus, I’m over here choking on their sexual chemistry turning ten different shades of red and she’s grinning like the cat that caught the canary. “We’ll see, hot shot.”
“Oh bitty, don’t look so flustered, drink up and let’s go fishin’ doll.” Hannah teases me clearly noticing the pink tinge to my cheeks. We down the blowjobs and screaming orgasms and order another round of inappropriately named shots.
“Okay, now you order the drinks. Remember keep eye contact and give him a subtle flirtatious smile.” Vee instructs me. I nod in understanding and hold up the empty shot glass and shudder after I down the shot of ass.
“I can’t believe I just took a shot of delicious ass.” I giggle drunkenly and the girl’s cackle. “Hey, Jonas, get your sexy derrière over here and give me another shot of G-spot.” Jonas, the bartender strolls over laughing. I snort and beckon him to lean closer so I could whisper to him, “My last boyfriend couldn’t find his way to my G-spot with the help of a compass, the incompetent asshat. I bet you can though, you look like a man that knows his way around a woman’s hoo-ha.”
Jonah chuckles and pulls back to look at me, “Firstly your ex-boyfriend sounds like a real tool. Secondly, not only can I find your g-spot blindfolded and bound, I can also fuck you to multiple orgasms using just my tongue.”
I gulp and stare at him dumbfounded, “Damn, with your tongue?” Jonah nods, flashing me a devious smirk that I’m sure has melted the panties off many women at this bar. “That’s really a thing?”