The joy of slow days on the block
So there I was on Christmas Eve after the Raven's game in my favorite club, and up comes an old friend. A girl I've know for ten years and have always liked a lot. She is a rarity on the block. Sane and stable, and adamantly refuses to indulge in those drugs that serve as the downfall of so many of those nice young girls we meet down there. She's a true rarity. 420 friendly but NO other drugs ever. She has worked at the same club for at least a dozen years. Only works the day shift three days a week, and. Wonder of wonders. Is smart and stable, and has paid off her house and has socked away retirement funds so she can be assured of a nice life after she gets too old to dance. This is a genuine career for her. True story!
She greets me with a nice wet DFK (I haven't seen her in a year or two) and we exchange news about other friends we know. It's a slow day and basically I'm the only guy in the bar, so she calls over a friend and asks me to buy them each a drink. Now a "drink" at this club means you drop $30 and the girl and you hang out at the bar. With basically no other rules. My friend also asks if they can be assured of a $20 tip each, and whisers in my ear that that would result in something "special" from both of them. I trust her, so. Sure."Special" turns out to mean a lot from both girls at the same time. Thirty minutes of BBBJ, FIP, FIA, ball licking and at one point CBJ under the bar with DATY ON the bar, culminating in a catch and swallow from my friend while my NEW friend is tonguing my balls with what may be the longest tongue I've ever seen outside of a Kiss video.
All of this happening while I'm perched on the edge of a bar seat at the bar also watching the last of the Raven's game.
Faust