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Originally Posted by BetAgainst
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I tried to start this but I really want to get drunk first. I'll see you around 4am.
He's back at the bar. His tie is all ****ed up. His hair is all ****ed. His suit coat is on crooked. My boss shoots me a look. I ask, "Are you all right?" Can I get another drink? He was drinking double scotch on the rocks earlier. I pour him another and set it down. I get a good look at him. Something happened. "Dude, what the **** happened?"
Eight hours earlier I come on shift. I step behind the bar. Immediately I notice her. She's ****ing huge. There's this big crazy sex machine. Her ass hanging way over her bar stool. I look at my boss like what the ****. He just starts laughing.
Something catches my attention and I start working. I'm working my way back to her though. I can't get there. People keep stealing my attention and I can't get to her. Eventually, I bump into my boss. What the **** is up with that? She's been coming in for a few days. With her fiance. That thing doesn't have a fiance. Nothing like that has a fiance. I don't even know what a fiance is when a piece of ass like that is in the picture.
This bitch was an alien posing as a piece of ass. A ****ing man destroyer. Totally out of element. My boss says chat her up. She's cool as ****. She is cool as ****.
I get lost some how. She's something weird. Either out of my league or just something I don't understand.
Eventually, I notice a guy is making some headway with her. He seems like money. She's been tipping. I leave them alone. It starts to get late and they roll upstairs.
"That bitch tried to kill me."
Huh?
He goes to the room with this girl. He barely gets the door shut and she's all over him. They're making out. She's grabbing his dick. She rips her shirt off. ****ing massive fake tits. Her man jumps out of the bathroom and grabs our boy from behind. The ****ing fiance. Homegirl has a syringe in her hand. A ****ing syringe. She's coming at him and he kicks her. He bends at the waist, twists, and throws the fiance onto the night stand. Okay, not the night stand. Whatever the **** you call the piece of furniture that hotel TV sits on.
He turns and bolts.
Across the hall is the stairwell and he runs down stairs.
My boss is just standing there. Just ****ing standing there looking at me like what the ****? Like it's my ****ing problem.
"Did you call the cops?"
Not yet. He pulls a smoke and flops his pack on the bar.
My boss finally moves. He gets security involved. They go to the room and everything is gone. The sheets were gone.