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He bows his head. “What kind of whiskey do you want in that?”
I sit back in my seat. “Elijah Craig or something comparable.”
“Right away,” he says, reaching for a rocks glass.
I turn my attention toward the rest of the bar, where a large group of young girls in high end dresses are now gathering. I watch as one girl orders. Her friends notice me and a couple of them blush, making eye contact.
Like I said before, it’s pretty easy to pick up a hot stranger here. The bartender puts my drink down, but I’m busy narrowing my selection. Sipping my drink, I look back and forth between a blonde and a brunette.
The brunette makes up my mind by getting her martini and taking the empty seat next to mine. She takes a sip of her drink, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.
I lean closer, smirking. “I’m Calum. And you are… not a regular here, I’m guessing?”
She blushes, shaking her head and smoothing her hand down the front of her little black dress. “I’m Olivia. And no, I’m from Philadelphia. I’m just in town for my friend’s bachelorette party.”
My eyes narrow, my smirk grows more pronounced. It couldn’t be more perfect if I’d written her lines out for me.
I pick up my glass, nodding to it. “Have you had their old fashioned yet? Everybody should have one once.”
Olivia smiles coyly and tucks a strand of her curly hair behind her ear. “Why no. Do you want to order me one, Calum?”
Twenty minutes of chitchat and two drinks later, I’m pulling the brunette down a dark hallway in the back of the bar. She kisses me first as I elbow my way into a dimly lit bathroom with a dazzling floor to ceiling mirror. She isn’t a very good or very experienced kisser, her hesitation obvious.
She giggles, tipsy and enthusiastic, as I press her against the back of the door. Her lips are warm and rubbery under mine. I can feel her hand shyly exploring my belt.
Without speaking, I back her against the sink. Here too I am reflected as I unbuckle my belt.
The brunette rips my shirt out of my slacks, her eyes dark with need and full of hunger. I feel nothing except a faint throb from my cock. I push her down to kneel on the floor as I free my cock, staring at myself in the mirror.
If I’m honest about it, watching myself get my dick sucked is most of the reason why I always come here when I’m looking for some action.
She puts my cock in her mouth. It feels good, although she does keep nipping me accidentally.
“Cover your teeth,” I murmur, dropping my head back. “Use your hand.”
I guide her hand to the base of my cock. She comes up for air, breathing hard. “Maybe you should just fuck me?”
Suppressing an eye roll, I yank her to her feet and turn her around, pushing her against a wall. I roll on a condom then take her panties down to her knees. Stepping close, I pull up her dress as press my cock against her ass.
I still feel nothing, although I do have a hard on. Then again, I almost always have a hard on, so…
Running my fingers along the curves of her ass and down to her pussy lips, I turn my head. The only way that I can get off is by watching myself in the mirror, essentially watching porn of myself.
I fit my cock to her entrance and thrust in deep. She makes a strangled sound. I stare at my reflection, unable to stop the hatred from surfacing. I fuck this girl with all the vitriol I feel for myself.
Fucking useless,I think, thrusting deep.
She holds on and moans. I punctuate each thrust with a thought.
Fucking.
Waste.
Of.
Space.
I grit my teeth, hammering my cock home over and over again.
