The flow of the cold smooth fluid down my throat, barely any burn or any of that corrosive feeling that whiskey usually comes with…not this bottle though not my buddy Jameson here, every sip reflecting the hard work put into barreling and processing it, these little reminders that some of the most beautiful privileges are often ensured by reaping the fruits of the endless toiling and sweating of someone else, symbiosis indeed. It’s a little packed tonight this bar exactly what i was hoping for, a sea to get lost in, no decisions, no worries, responsibilities or consequences for the night…only thing i’m responsible for tonight isn’t even my life, i’m responsible for my own high and trust me i got me covered, but that’s by the way though because this booze is slapping and the real party hasn’t even started yet i just know i’m gonna unwind and let life pass me by for a couple of hours, tonight’s answers are tomorrow’s questions, i mean that’s usually the case right? As most bars go, this one’s pretty fun, the ambiance of sin and lust is heavily amplified and reflected by the gold and red wallpapers on the walls, it’s dark yes, but you can see all sorts of lights; cigarettes and vaporizers, the strobe lights travel from end to end, color to color all creating a sense of enchantment and discretion, you think it’s dark and nobody’s watching…but you’re in the dark, you get watched from the shadows, the illusion of secrecy is really just a box created by the immediate environmental factors to give these watchers people like me a good show by fooling you into thinking you still retain control while in reality you hand them the strings to your puppet as soon as you walk in through the door…..tonight i am a lowly wall flower and these are my perks. Seated at the main bar on a regular old bar stool with my bottle, cigarettes, glass, and my snack bag on the menu tonight we have some of the regulars; two different strains of kush, three grams of crack, four roofies, and a card of allergy pills (10 pills), i already drank the lean since it was just one bottle besides everyone knows that lean and alcohol is unhealthy right? So how then do i take my cocktail huh? So i lean across over to the bartender and ask if i could get a pot of shisha. Personally i don’t have a taste for shisha, but it might be convenient for tonight not to mention i’ve been having gaps in my memories and weird dreams so i better take it easy tonight. I proceed to break up the first gram of kush, as i break it up, even as far as it is from my face, the aroma being liberated as it’s broken up still wells up to my olfactory region, this scent so green, so enticing, so loud the thought of literally being one with nature as i
inhale the scent deeply, bits and crumbs stick to my finger….that’s quality right there. My shisha arrives and a wry smile crosses my face as i know what this is indicative of…i lock eyes passively with the bartender, she’s gorgeous the only reason i’m at the bar really is because of her and after her smile, i’m convinced i have the best seat in the house; dark depravity all around me, but right in front of me is desire. She leans over and tells me to take it easy, i respond with a little shrug, she casually laughs it off…i wonder how her lips will curve when she’ll call me daddy…her face is gonna be buried deep in a pillow or something so i guess i’ll never know…
“Care to try a hit when i’m done?” i asked her
“Watchu got in there Dr Strange?” the bartender threw her question back
“Oh you know, some vitamins and a salad, nothing too lasting, think of it as a pay check, there today gone tomorrow” i say back, she smiles again, i get hotter
“Tell you what, i’ll drop in every now and then, when i know the coast is clear for sure, take a couple hits and see where the night leads us….i mean, you don’t have any other plans tonight right?” the bartender asks
“Not anymore” i say as she continues to make orders.
She’s well proportioned this one, soon as i’d stepped in, something drew me towards the bar, the lights dancing and shimmering off of the frames and curves, running down the lines and angles as if to emphasize it’s presence…the booze, so beautiful..but also this bartender, her upper body is small, curved gracefully, breasts subtle but pronounced, flowed well into her body frame and melded aesthetically with her thin waist before exploding into her hip region, talk about expansive… ‘the booty on this one’ i swear i heard my dick say. I shift my focus back to my little experiment..hmm what order do i go with today huh? Oh i know…i take the shisha, remove the base and empty the water in the pot into my ice bucket and pour about a fourth of my Jameson in it for that extra kick and re attach the pot, then i take off the foil from the platform the coal sits on and pour my kush into it, using the base of all glass i crush five of the allergy pills, and the roofie pills mixing it all with kush and the flavor from the shisha…we’re good to go, but that first hit has to be special, i take the first gram of crack crush it and sprinkle it atop the foil, take the shisha pipe in my mouth, and i place the coal gently on the crack on the foil and i drag intensely, i count down ten seconds in my head so i can ensure none of the crack goes to waste, ten seconds are up, i throw back a shot of Jameson with the smoke from the pipe still in my lugs, and as i swallow my drink, some of the smoke escapes through my nostrils and a wave of what i can only call cosmic euphoric delight washes over me completely….the crack is the first to hit, i break out in a pool of sweat, my heart is racing, i can see everything from the guy in the corner tryna cop a feel off a hooker (wait, that’s a person right? why he look all plant like? is that a plant? why he standing there all rooted to the spot and shit? i ask my empty glass of Jameson…why are you empty i wonder) i feel my eyes narrow and my vision seems to attain even more sharpness as colors become more vivid, it’s like all the pixels were straightened out, my mouth is dry but i don’t mind cause the clarity i have now is being jumbled up and tossed all over because of the accompanying high of the roofies and allergy pills which kick in just as fast as the crack, the high is in layers, like a good old birthday cake and the first creamy outer layer is the crack; the most fleeting of all the highs but the most vivid, the pills mixed with the effects of the booze makes everywhere and everything instantly spinning in a whirling of chaotic motion that can’t help but drag a lazy high induced smile across my face, finally the last layer that O.G kush, my oldest companion; maryjane comes in calms the storm, giving me a foundation to plant my feet as i orbit my high….. *do you like drugs, do you like druugggggs, yeah me too*
“Dudeeeee welcome back man” the voice in my head says, full of excitement “lemme hit that shit” the voice says again from inside my head as i bring the pipe back to my mouth and take another long deep drag..to an onlooker i might as well be drawing on the very breath of life itself. “Bruhhhh….you are such an alchemist with these little cocktails you brew up, i’m telling you man, we should go commercial with this” the voice says again.
“Where the hell do you go? You’re never here when i need you..” i say angrily
“Oh my bad bro, but you know i have a skin condition and i never come out when the sun is up, unless you’re super wasted you know, i like to make grand appearances and shit, makes me tingle” the voice in my head says
“i keep telling you to see a doctor about that, but yen yen yen” i mumble as i take yet another drag.
This time i blow the smoke up and open everywhere in an attempt to create my own cloud and drown it all out…and in the midst of this smoke, this sexy silhouette starts to take shape….her head is small the length of her hair stops just around the base of her neck, her dress is short, not even close to her knees clung to the shape of her body, she had hips not too wide, legs that were proportionately full, tracing her figure upwards her stomach was flat, waist as thin as the bartender’s but her breasts were so much more full and she knew those babies could be held back by no bras, her neck was elegant and thin too, the jaw line on this female was exquisitely chiseled out, cheek bones designed to accentuate a smile that could power up an entire third world country…she caught my eye and as she got closer the air got heavy, stale with lust, but even so maintained by an even more ominous feeling of control and mystery….and as she came even closer it’s like the smoke itself parted ways to let her through, almost like a veil being removed all emphasizing her presence, she didn’t come here looking for a good time, she came here to conquer, tonight she offers a soul up to depravity.
She posts up right next to me at the bar, she orders something but i don’t hear it and i’m staring at her lips while wondering how a specimen could be so finely crafted, her allure is like a black hole sucking me in…there’s no escaping this, resistance is futile…i can’t make out the words she says but i can’t keep my eyes off of her either.
“Most guys look away when they’re caught staring” she says, her voice calm as night, smooth and soft as velvet. Her eyes are dark and powerful, domineering almost coaxing me to fall right into them.
“well that’s their loss because staring has nothing to do with being caught or not, although i’m not staring i just happen to be caught in a moment of involuntary worship, soon as you walked in everything just stopped being everything, there’s just you now”
*rock me real slowlyyyyyy….*
I pour some more of my drink into my glass and slide it over to her, just as i do so her order is brought to her; it’s the exact same bottle i’m having…
“You want some ice with that?” i ask
“no thanks, i like it neat…..for all you know i could be reeling from the after effects of a terrible break up” she says
“we know the story whats’s new, see i could probably just rush you tell you that he should have loved you take advantage, fuck you tell you i’ll do all the things he wouldn’t do but the truth is we all the same, on different teams but we’re all the same” i say back thinking to myself ‘i knew j cole would save me someday’.
“pretty open and proud of our flaws, aren’t we?” she said as she chuckled slightly
“yeah but it’s easier though, isn’t it? besides you don’t seem like the type” i say as i take yet another drag….is that a crack in the back?
“true but j cole will only get you so far sir” she says with a cheeky smile….my my and what a smile it is
“oh? so what are you saying then? is she gon pop?” i ask with a smile of my own
“boy you tripping” she says as she laughs….”that shisha don’t smell right though, watchu got going on in there?” she asks
“oh you know, the usual a little bit of this and that, veggies on some pixie dust to jump start the happy hour, but in the spirit of whatever decency i have left i should tell you there are a few pills and some kush in there so it’s basically a knock out punch guaranteeing mild memory loss” i say
“i guess we should make a few bad choices then, don’t you think?” she asks as she takes a sip of her drink
“not afraid of having any regrets?” i ask
“you should do something you’re afraid of everyday, i believe a great man once said” she said
So i bring out the second strain of kush and proceed to break it up, crush three more allergy pills and mix it all in underneath the foil again…and as i crush the other gram of crack i whip out, just before placing it the coal on top of it to
“well here’s to bad choices then” i say
“it’s lit!” she says as i can’t help but to laugh and pass her the pipe and place the coal on top of the foil with the crack on it. Our eyes lock as she places the suction end of the pipe between her lips, she drags deep and long…she knows her way around a pipe, she can work the stick this one, it’s apparent in the way she maintains eye contact while she’s doing it. She throws her head back without exhaling any of the smoke just yet….my eyes drift down her lips to her chin, running down her neck to the bounty of cleavage exposed by the plunging neck line of her dress.
“i wish you could feel what i feel how i’m feeling it” she said while looking up
“i wish i could feel you feeling what you’re feeling” i say while staring at her breasts
“the night is still young and we’ve got a lot of booze left” she says smiling as she passes the pipe back to me.
i crush the last gram of crack for myself and go through the same process, while i’m dragging from the pipe i catch a glimpse of her sparking up a cigg and the way her chest rises and falls as she inhales and exhales, i can already picture her riding me to holy damnation on a silver platter with my finger in her mouth.
“you want to own me right? show me who’s boss, hold me down and run me through with everything you got as i moan and scream out name biting on my lips right?” she asks suddenly
i’m choking and coughing as her words caught me completely off guard causing my high to kick in even harder, so i nod my head in agreement with her as i lift my head so i can see her face as she giggles….
she leans in close to me, so close i can feel her breath on my cheeks and i can see into her dress, she makes sure she’s close enough that her lips lightly brush my ears as she says her next words
“you’ve got it wrong boy, i’ll do the owning, and you’be screaming my name” she whispers in my ear
*i can’t feel my face when i’m with you, but i love it*
Hours seemed to go by just flirting, smoking and drinking with this mysterious female, the gorgeous bartender would come around every now and then but neither her nor the mystery female even bothered to notice each other….an empty bottle later, i look around me and i see these little cracks in spaces everywhere, how is that even possible? It’s like paint chips coming off of walls but in this case peeling off the very layers that make up reality itself and i look to the mystery woman with me, but her face has these same cracks as well, is this shit real right now?? i was so gonna get laid man come on!
“Go on man, peel her face” the voice inside my head says
“fuck off, this ain’t no lady gaga song bro” i say
“oh come on, you’ve got nothing to lose here, we could be time travelling, peel to the 70’s cocaine and whores bro” the voice says
“good point….” i say
*feels like slow motion we’re floatinggggggg*
I begin to peel away at the layers sticking out of from her face and it’s likely that my actions resonate with the rest of the bar as everywhere else starts to peel as well and fade to black…i feel myself falling and spinning about a fixed axis i can tell it’s the alcohol, it’s like i have a clear grasp of my situation but at the same time i don’t… i know i’m not dead cause hell could never feel this amazing, it’s like i’m swimming and making my way through my high, my senses are tingling with lingering and slowed excitement, like tossing a coin in space, it just keeps spinning and drifting endlessly, this must be how planets feel…nothing to hold me down or cage me, i am a cloud drifting through bliss…the kush provides the cloud for which i ride now, the pills and alcohol create the state of disarray but i am the calm inside the storm, and the crack provides a world i can escape to outside of my own reality….wait something’s happening
I open my eyes and see the mysterious woman looking right at me, the bar is empty except for just the both of us, the music isn’t as loud as it was before…one thing for sure is i’m higher than i think i am right now cause i see three empty bottles of Jameson, seems that last blink was quite a long one.
“hey you ok? you know we’re not finished for the night right? she asks
i wanna respond but i think it’s a miracle my eyes can even stay open right now.
“you drank alot, maybe we should get you something to eat yeah? on the house” she says as she disappears behind the bar into the back room. A few minutes later she steps out and from first glance with nothing on but an apron that said,’open for a surprise’. She says nothing, doesn’t make a sound as she approaches me seated on the bar stool and she tells me not to move…as if i even could i’ve been trying….this bitch be thinking i wouldn’t have body slammed her and had her on the floor by now with that apron on? Who tripping now son? She spins the bar stool around, leans in…i can’t wait to taste her lips as she places her head against mine, we share the same breath now, she takes a quick look into into my eyes, before she goes downward, my eyes follow her movement down until she squats, unzipping my pants, reaching in and pulling out my hard dick….it’s weird how i didn’t even realize i was that hard, i didn’t feel it at all, is that even a thing? She took me by the shaft working it up and down very slowly looking back up at me she let a drop of spit hang from her bottom lip and let it fall on the tip of my dick…like a drop of water hanging from a branch falling down to ground…she maintains eyes contact as she takes the tip of my dick in her mouth, and the wave of feeling that rushes over me is overwhelmingly evident in the jerking motion i make on the stool and the deep sigh i let out…it felt like i was a black and white picture having colors dropped and sprinkled over it, like an engine waking up from a deep deep sleep….she kept on sucking, her hands placed on my thighs as she uses her nails to run up and down my thighs softly in a teasing manner, slurping my dick from the tip to mid shaft and then up again, she’s going at it like that a while and i’m trying keep my shit together then she spits on my dick again, wraps one hand around the shaft and starts jerking it fast taking just the tip of my dick in her mouth and really sucking this time, it’s intense, so intense i have to try to adjust or i might fall…even if i do fall i hope to God she doesn’t stop…she’s switching it up again, i don’t think she realizes there isn’t alot of wiggle room on a bar stool…she lets her tongue stick out relaxing on her lower jaw, still with my dick in her mouth, still working the shaft and moving her head back and forth real quick allowing for the extra thick layer of flesh and moisture her tongue provides to really have an effect and all of a sudden she’s taking my whole dick, deep throat and trying to swallow so her throat constricts around my dick in her mouth and i have to jump to my feet and start fucking her mouth cause i can’t take this sitting down, this goes on for a while until she withdraws and gets up on the bar…crawling on all fours, allowing me bask in the sight of her amazing round ass as she crawls towards the middle saying,”i know you got a little too high, so get over here and ride me out”…..and i get up on the bar too and she stops, watching me come closer….she spreads her knees as far as the width of the bar top, prostrates her arms straight out in front of her on the bar top, i’m inches away now when she says,”i told you i’d give you a meal on the house…all you can eat daddy”. Her words fill me with vigor and life, as i grab her by her hips and admire her huge ass…the strobe lights pass by my eyes i don’t even flinch as i wonder,’do i even have enough dick for such a monumental ass?? i guess we’re about to find out’…….i take the base of my penis with one hand, move closer, take the tip of my dick, just the tip and slide into her pussy, goddamn she’s tight, but how can anything be this wet? i wonder as the tip of my dick parts her pussy lips i can feel the walls of her pussy instantly tighten around the tip, hot and pulsating, like it was gasping out of excitement and anticipation of what’s to come …”don’t stop, i’ve waited long enough” she said, as i leave just the tip, i inch closer but not in a way that moves my dick any deeper into her, i move enough that my own butt is almost touching my heels cause i’m leaning back and preparing to launch all up into her….in position, i stay still for a few seconds, and she starts to twirl her hips and the feel of her pussy rubbing all up and around the tip of my dick, i elevate my body from the leaning kneeling position and rise up so my back is straight as i’m behind and inside her on my knees..in doing so because of the angle i had positioned myself in, i bet she didn’t expect it coming in like that, the tip already in but forced to hit the roof of her pussy because of how he’d gone inside her evident in the way she arched her back, and i went as far as my dick would allow me, while i pulled back on her shoulders…she moaned,”fuck yeah daddy” quite loudly, it did wonders for my ego as an orange strobe light flashed across her back and i was ready to go…on every thrust in and out i could her pussy wrap itself around my dick, the feeling of the slow intense pleasure drove me to an extent words couldn’t comprehend, forcing me to try and move in closer to me, to try to do deeper even, i began increasing the pace and power of my thrusts as the feeling of pleasure intensified and seemed to gather at the tip of my dick upon each drill, i moved one of my hands to grab a handful of her hair as i pulled on it hard and spanked her ass multiple times when i wasn’t spanking i was grabbing her breasts or playing with her nipples, she told me to ride her and i would. We continued like this for a while, i was feeling myself being to tire but watching and hearing her lost in the whiles of pleasure i can’t back down either…so i take her arms just above her elbows, get a good grip and re adjust her body in the sense that i move back a bit and spread my knees, get her to close hers while my dick is still inside her pussy, get off her hands, plant her ass on the space created from me spreading my knees, so she can kneel upright but on my thighs with my dick right up inside her. I’m aligned upright just behind her, inside her, fuck she’s even tighter now, ‘i’m gonna have to get her even wetter’ i think to myself, so i get her in position as i drill away at her pussy viciously with my hands still gripping her arms for extra support and balance because i’m going as fast i can for a while, her knees being closed tightens everywhere up even more, so that’s even more feeling for her as i’m beating it up…after a while i free up my right hand and reach in front of her and start to rub on her clit slowly building up the momentum as i continue to fuck at the same time….i rub on her clit just a little faster now she has her hands on my thighs…then one hand squeezing on her breast while i squeeze the other, and she places her other hand behind my neck and throws her head back moaning and gasping, i rub even faster and faster….
“oh God, don’t you dare fucking stop, don’t fucking stop….oh god, fuck! right there, right there, you got it daddy right there….i’m almost there” she goes off.
As i listen and watch her while i fuck her, i feel the pressure building inside of her on every thrust along with the continuous rubbing, and in a quick turn of events, she starts to take control.
“oh fuck i’m cumminggggg…don’t fucking stop daddy!” she moans deeply as her nails are sinking into the flesh of neck now as she tightens her legs to contain the effect, but even with that i don’t stop thrusting, and then she switches it again, she starts to bounce on my dick maintaining the same position as she’s cumming..i see her juices running down the shaft of my dick as she bounces still, then she switches motion and start to wind and grind, rubbing her pussy all over my dick, really putting the back i swore i just blew out into it, after a few minutes i’m losing my mind because i know i’m less than a dozen thrusts away and i think she does too, cause she’s going faster, i guess she wasn’t kidding when she said she was gonna own me….just as i’m lost in her, she places both her palms on my knees, leans a little forward and starts twerking while i’m in her pussy….and i can feel it, that’s it
“oh fuckkk girl i’m about to cum shit” i say not even realizing when the words escaped my mouth…and just as i’m about to blow my top, she slides off of and takes my dick in my mouth, eyes fixed upon me as i’m cumming in her mouth and she’s sucking it all out…her gaze is too strong, i can feel her sucking my life force through my dick, i catch a glimpse of the mystery girl who i’d been drinking and smoking with, same one thought i was fucking sitting watching, our eyes lock again in my confusion as i notice a long shimmery thing slithering on the table she’s on, crawling it’s way up her arms and gently perching it’s head on her shoulders as she smiles at me and holds out a champagne glass in a salute motion, reminiscent of leonardo di caprio from the great gatsby…..wait..if i’m not fucking you then who the hell just snatched the soul outta my dick????!