"Then I guess I'd better hurry, eh?"
From Create Your Own Story
The bouncer laughs as you take the stairs back up. Even in the dim light of the bar, you can tell there’s barely anyone else around upstairs, only single people here and there, most of whom are finishing up their last drinks before heading out.
You head right through the curtains, and sure enough, it’s only the guy in the wifebeater and his three buddies in the room.
“We were starting to think you’d left,” he says. “Did you get your drink?”
“Yeah,” you say, thinking of the bartender’s load.
“You look a little beat,” the guy says. He’s still jerking his cock with one hand, in slow, languid strokes, and is rock hard. “You want a pick-me-up?”
One of his buddies, a black haired guy with tattoos all over his forearms, pulls out a little baggy from his jeans pocket with a few white pills in it. You’re pretty sure it’s ecstasy, but it’s hard to tell in the red light of the back room. He pulls out two and holds them out.
“You wanna get back in the sling, baby?” he asks.
“Or how about the stocks?” says another, a balding man in a green army camo muscle shirt that says “PIG.” Beside him, the fourth man, who has a black goatee, chuckles.
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