"No thanks, I'm gonna head back into the bar."
From Create Your Own Story
The two men smirk at you, but tug their dicks back into their brown pants. They rub your head as you step down from the truck, and they split up into their two vans and pull 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...
