"How about we take this back to your place?"
From Create Your Own Story
He rises, tucking his dick back into his jeans, and tugs you to your feet. "Fuck yeah," he says.
As you pass the bouncer at the front door, he meets your gaze and shakes his head a little, but the guy in the wifebeater keeps one hand on your shoulder and leads you into the parking lot to a white van. You get in the passenger side, and the two of you pull out of the parking lot, driving for a while to one of the poorer neighborhoods in the city. When he pulls into a hotel parking lot, he shrugs.
"Home sweet home, at least this week. Me and my buds are here for a while for work." He checks his watch. "They won't be back for a while yet."
He leads you to the room, which is the furthest from the office in a sleazy motel strip layout, and unlocks the door.
Once inside, the guy in the wifebeater walks you to one of the two large beds in the room, kissing you. It's stuffy and hot, and he breaks off the kiss long enough to open one of the four big backpacks that are piled at the feet of the beds, and tugs out two plastic water bottles like the sort you'd use on a bike. He keeps the red one and tosses you the green one, and you open the nozzle and suck back a mouthful.
You cough and sputter after you swallow and he laughs. You were expecting water, and instead got a mouth of booze.
"Sorry - too strong?" he asks, sucking from his own. He grins at you. "So what's a hot fucker like you doing in a sleazy motel like this?" He rubs at his crotch while he asks you.
"It's my birthday," you say.
"Yeah?" He grins, and takes another swig. Then he picks up the backpack, and pulls out two pairs of handcuffs.
"Want some toys for your birthday?" he asks.
You say...
