"No, that's okay dude, I'm gonna head back into the bar."
From Create Your Own Story
The Italian man smirks at you, but tucks his dick back into his brown pants. He ruffles the hair on your head as you step down from the truck, and you notice the other delivery van is already gone. The Italian starts his, and drives away.
You check the stamp on the back of your hand, and then head back into the bar. The bouncer nods at you, smirking, and takes your shoulder, even though you showed him the mark on your hand.
You look at him, surprised.
"You got cum on your shirt," the bouncer says, in a low voice. You look down, and see an errant drip of cum you didn't manage to wipe off. The bartender uses his thumb on it, then wipes it on a towel rag that hangs from his back pocket. Your face burns crimson, and you catch yourself looking again at how the tight black STAFF shirt stretches across his wide chest and thick arms. Damn he's hot.
"Back for more fun, eh?" he says. "You ready for the upstairs fun, or are you staying down here?"
You say...
