"Friends, eh? I play well with others."
From Create Your Own Story
"I bet you do," the guy says, tucking his dick away. He gestures, and you follow him out from the bathroom.
In the hallway, you're a little surprised to see that Don is chatting with the daddy bear, and he raises an eyebrow as you pass. You give him a slightly guilty wave, and he shakes his head, smiling a little, but raises his beer bottle to you.
You follow the guy in the wifebeater up the stairs, passing the bouncer, who is busily taking money from people as they arrive, and end up on the top floor of the bar, where there's an empty stage set in one corner with tables, and booths near the back. He leads you to a booth where three other guys are already sitting, and you slide in first. He sits beside you.
"Look what I found in the bathroom," he says.
"Hi," you say, and feel yourself blushing.
The other three guys are just as rough around the edges as the guy in the wifebeater. One guy has tattoos all the way up both arms. The second guy is wearing a green army-camo tank-top with the word "PIG" written on it. The third guy has a short black goatee, and a bit of a greasy look to him.
"Welcome," the goatee guy says. "What brings you to the Midtown on blackout night?"
"It's my birthday," you say, and the four guys all smile.
The guy in the wifebeater says, "I told him we could make it a night to remember, but I didn't realize it was his birthday."
The guy with the black goatee grins. "Hey, I got party favors." He tugs out a small baggy from his pocket, inside which there are blue and white pills. It's hard to make them out in the dim light of the bar.
"And I got something he could unwrap," the Pig says, grabbing his crotch. The guys laugh.
"You ever been in the back room?" the guy with tattoos asks you.
You take a deep breath. These guys are pretty sleazy, but they're sure ready to play.
You say...
