by Chloe Maddox
It was then I noticed a lot of guys were staring at me. Some of them were sitting by the bar and others on the tables close to the entrance. I even heard someone whistle.
“Hell yeah,” I whispered to myself. This is exactly why I came here. I wanted to feel good.
I strutted past the guys and headed straight for the bar. Fortunately, there were a few available stools and I just plopped onto one and gestured for a bartender. One saw me and headed over.
“Hey there newcomer, what can I get you this fine evenin’?” he asked. I looked up at him and smiled. He was kind of cute but was probably a few years younger than I was. He probably just turned twenty-one.
I looked around and then gave him a shrug. “Give me something hard.”
He laughed and pointed at the singer on the stage. “He’s probably got a hard boner with all these girls hollering for him.”
That got me to chuckle and the bartender grinned.
“There you go, you looked so dour when you walked through the door,” he told me. “You look cuter with a big smile. How ‘bout I get you something special, like a shot of our home-brewed rum?”
I felt my cheeks flush red and I nodded at him. “You’re really sweet. Sure, I’ll have a shot. If I like it I’ll make sure to reflect it on your tip.”
The bartender winked and then walked away to prepare my drink. I didn’t want to discover what kind of concoction it was so I could stay surprised and turned around to watch the nude singer. The guy was struggling to cover his groin with that guitar as there were a lot of girls now at the edge of the stage reaching out and handing him cash.
“That’s a man’s dream come true right there,” a male voice suddenly said beside me.
I turned around and nearly yelped when I saw a smoking hot man seated on the stool beside me. Unlike the pale-skinned blonde singer, this one was literally the embodiment of the “tall, dark and handsome” sentiment. He was probably a foot taller than I was, had gigantic muscles that made his already small shirt seem even tighter on him and jet black hair that went well with his tanned skin, five o’clock grizzled beard and deep brown eyes.
“Huh?” was all I could muster. I felt like an idiot.
He then pointed to the singer on the stage. “That’s a man’s dream come true – girls lining up and willing to pay a guy for his cock.”
I couldn’t help but laugh and nod. “That’s true. Usually, it’s the guy who has to pay to get into a girl’s pants. This time it’s the other way around.” I then reached out my hand and he promptly shook it with a firm grasp. “I’m Lexie, by the way.”
“Travis,” he responded. “That guy up there is my buddy, by the way. His name’s Luke but everybody here knows him by his stage name.”
“Which is?”
Travis gave me a wicked smile then said, “The Master Driller.”
I choked up and laughed. “No fucking way,” I told him as I tried to catch my breath. The bartender returned and handed me my drink.
“He’s right,” the bartender interrupted. “That there’s the Master Driller and gal you can bet he didn’t get that nickname by doing any drilling except when digging through a girl’s you-know-what.”
Travis then pointed at my drink. “You got the house special. Drink up, Lexie, it’s a real treat.”
Both Travis and the bartender were looking at me. I figured this must really be some kind of drink if they both boast about it. I just hope this wasn’t all part of an elaborate prank people toss at newcomers.
Fuck it. I took the shot glass and gulped down the drink. Almost immediately I was greeted with this warm, sweet and bitter wash that was a little overwhelming. I swore it could have knocked me out right then and there but the real kick was after –the strong sensation in my chest was enough to really make me shut my eyes for a moment and recollect myself.
“What the fuck was that?” I asked them both when I finally put the glass down. My head was still swirling.
The bartender chuckled and then took my glass away. “Well, you didn’t pass out. You’ve got a strong gut there, little lady.”
“I have to admit, I like a strong drink,” I replied. “Hit me with another.”
The bartender nodded and went back to make me another.
“You’ll go for another?” Travis asked in disbelief. I could see the awe literally sprawled across his face. “I’ve got a taste for it but most girls give up after the first try.”
I cocked my head and smiled his way and said, “Well, I ain’t like most girls.”
He grinned and was about to say something when we heard the singer was done with his performance and the crowd was going wild when he suddenly got up to walk off. I turned just in time to see the spotlight show off the singer’s monstrous cock dangling between his legs.
“Damn, he’s made of steel to walk off like that,” I exclaimed and whistled.
Travis laughed and then grabbed me by the arm. It wasn’t too tight, more like a friendly touch, and I looked up at him. “Want to meet him? Like I said, he’s my buddy.”
“Woah,” I had to think this through. “Can we go backstage?”
He nodded. “You’ll be the envy of every girl in this bar.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I answered. I imagined I could get that guy to sign an autograph on my chest so that I could show it off to every chick in the joint when I walk out back to my car. “First though, let me finish my drink.”
Chapter Two
“Wait, what’s his name again?” I asked Travis as we sat down on the couch. We were backstage, in what appears to be some kind of lounge. There weren’t a lot of people back here save for the few girls and guys getting ready to sing or dance and strip on stage. I saw this one girl who looked an awful lot like me and she was getting ready to do a strip tease with two boys.
“Luke,” he answered me. His dark skin was starting to get a little red. He drank three bottles of beer while I was recovering from my second shot of the house special. He leaned back on the couch and it was then I realized just how big he was – or how small I was in comparison. I looked like some teenage schoolgirl sitting beside him.
“Hey!” I turned around when I heard a voice call out from the dressing room behind us. I saw Luke, now dressed in a plaid shirt and ripped jeans, just as he walked over and sat on the couch. He sat beside me, sandwiching me between him and Travis. “Who’s the babe?”
Did he just call me a babe?
“Lexie,” I answered and looked up at him. Wow, he’s just as big and as tall as Travis. I didn’t notice how built this guy was since my attention – like every girl in the bar – was fixed on that corner the guitar covered. “Lexie’s short for Alexandra, by the way, and this here babe can speak for herself.”
Travis howled and pointed at Luke, “She got you there.”
“Feisty little one,” Luke responded. He scooted even closer, almost squeezing me tightly between them, and said “How come I’ve never seen you ‘round here before? Are you new here?”
I shrugged. “Well, I’ve been here for four years. I’m studying over at the state university. I’ve never been to this part of town though.”
“Four years and this is your first time here?” Luke said in disbelief. “Wow, what kind of lousy friends do you have for not bringing you over?”
I chuckled and had to admit my friends were kind of lame. “My friends don’t drink, they don’t party and their idea of a leisurely time is spent in a library studying for the next class.”
“You don’t seem like the studious type,” Travis told me. He then put a heavy hand on my leg and I felt a shock go up my body when I felt him rub my skin. It was oddly reassuring though and I didn’t try to swat his hand away. “You seem more like the kind of girl who’d go to a rodeo and party ‘till you’re too drunk to remember shit.”
Luke nodded in agreement. “Are you graduating anytime soon?”
“This fall,” I answered with a proud
tune in my voice. “If I do everything right I’ll be a certified nurse in a few more months.”
“Wow,” Travis exclaimed. He squeezed my leg a little and said, “Who would’ve taken you for a medical girl?”
I rolled my eyes and took a hold of his beer. I gulped down and replied, “Well, to be honest, I wasn’t even planning on going to college. I got this offer a few years back to fly to California and be an actress.”
Luke nodded when he heard that and said, “Yeah, I can definitely see you as a hot actress. You sure you haven’t been in a movie before? How ‘bout a porn project? Maybe I saw you before.”
That got me laughing and I handed the bottle back to Travis. “You wish.”
“So what brings a hot ‘not-studious’ girl here?” Luke asked. “Got tired of your boring friends?”
I shook my head. “You want the truth of the matter? I don’t think I’ll be able to graduate. I’m starting to flunk at my classes and I don’t even know where to begin to get my grades back on track. I still have projects that were due last semester and I haven’t even started my thesis work yet. I might just fucking quit and call those guys in California and see if there’s still a slot for me.”
“Damn,” Travis responded and he gave what remained of his beer. I took it and drained it of its contents. “No wonder you drove all the way here. You need to fucking party, girl.”
“We can fix that for you,” Luke assured me. He raised his arm and wrapped it around my shoulders. “We know how to party. You’ll get so wasted you’ll forget all about your problems, I promise you that.”
I heard the words but nothing was entering my head. My eyes were fixed on his lips and how warm it was to have both of their hands on me. It was intoxicating and I wanted more of it.
“You guys are so sweet,” was all I could tell them as I tried to figure out what to do next. “If we’re going to party, I want another shot of that damn house specialty.”
Both men laughed and looked at me like I was their personal champion.
“Going for thirds,” Travis commented. “You’re tougher than I thought.”
Luke got up, buttoned his shirt and took a brown cowboy hat from one of the clothes rack near the dressing room. “I’ll get us some drinks. You just sit there, little lady, and let us handle everything. You’ve had it rough so for tonight let’s forget school and all those issues and just focus on a little fun.”
“Thanks, that’s awful sweet of you,” I thanked him and got back to talking to Travis. I turned to him and he gave me a big smile.
“Can’t believe you’ve been around town for four years but never got to visit this place yet,” he told me.
I sighed and nodded. “Yeah, it kind of shocks me too. I always invited my classmates to go out and party but the most fun we’ve ever had was attending a small rave party and then leaving after just one hour.”
“Boring,” he said with a sad look. “There’s so much fun to do here.”
“What do you do?” I had to ask. “I mean, I know Luke’s a stripper and a singer but what about you?”
He squeezed my leg again and smiled before he answered. “Actually, he doesn’t perform here all the time. He’s like a big deal here whenever he is around. When he’s not showing off his cock to the ladies we work together.”
“Doing what?”
“We’re truck drivers,” Travis answered. “We usually drive from here to North Carolina, delivering canned pineapple products.”
My jaw dropped. “No freaking way.”
He just nodded. He knew what was on my mind. Truck drivers are usually big earners and they don’t often get to spend their cash since they’re on the road so much. Most people think rich guys are the ones in suits, busy with stock investments and the like, but most often forget that truck drivers are also pretty big deals.
Luke came back and had with him a small tray. It had four shot glasses and a bucket filled with ice and bottles of beer. He gave a bottle to Travis and then took one for himself. He then handed me one of the shot glasses and said, “Here, these shots are all for you.”
My eyes grew wide and I quickly gulped down that one shot. My chest burned and I felt my head swirl yet again. I could already tell I was going to wake up to a massive headache and a slow-burn hangover. “Four of these just for me? Fuck, I’m going to get wasted.”
“Ain’t that the point of coming here?” Luke pointed out right before he chugged down on his bottle.
He was right. I did come here to get wasted and to wash my troubles away. Fuck school and those lame-ass professors. To hell with my boring classmates and dormitory buddies. I wanted to feel like a hot chick getting wasted and having the time of my life.
Luke and Travis scooted in closer again, squeezing me in between even more. They got in so tight that there was practically no space for me to sit between them and I decided to just fuck it and I got up, sat back down but now on their lap.
I leaned in and let Travis wrap his arms around my waist and I rested my shoulder on his muscle-bound chest. “Give me another shot.”
“All right,” Travis answered. He then handed me another shot and said, “Let’s get the real party started.”
Chapter Three
Ring!
What the fuck was that annoying sound? My eyes fluttered open and I slowly began to wake up to look around. I found it surprisingly difficult to just stay awake – my head was pounding with a really bad headache and I felt like I was going to vomit if I moved too abruptly.
Wait a minute, where the heck was I? I quickly sat up and looked around –
– holy shit I was in a hotel room and I was freaking naked. I looked to my left and I saw Luke lying down, asleep, and there was Travis on my right side. Did I just sleep with both these guys last night? What the fuck just happened?
“T-Travis?” I whispered and poked his shoulder. He didn’t even budge. I looked over at Luke and he too was too deep in his slumber that it would probably take an army to wake either of them up.
“This is fucking insane,” I told myself. “This is fucking crazy.”
Well, what if we just got naked but were too drunk to actually have sex? I lifted the blanket just a bit and peeked underneath the fabric –
– and saw their thick, long cocks. These boys were completely naked as well. “Oh fuck,” I whispered and tried hard to grasp the reality of the situation. I reached down between my legs and touched my pussy. I felt sore. I then peeked beneath the blanket once again and this time I noticed the kiss and bite marks all over my belly, my tits and my legs.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed softly. Why couldn’t I remember anything? I just got drunk and slept with two guys at the same time but I couldn’t recall a single moment.
By then the ringing sound stopped and I fumbled around the pillows until I found my phone tucked underneath the mattress. I took it and saw that there were new photos in the gallery. Curious and slightly panicked I went through the images but nothing seemed to give me more information than what I knew. There were pictures of me with Travis and Luke hanging out backstage, getting drunk, and there were a few shots of us hanging out with some of the other strippers, both male and female. I couldn’t recognize a single person. I must have been so damn drunk I can’t remember who any of these people are.
I needed to get the fuck out of here. I gently and slowly began to slide my way out of the blanket and then crawled out of the bed, carefully making sure I would wake any of the two men. As I did my mind raced to the events last night but all I could remember was sitting in the backstage area, getting fondled while I rested on their lap, and drinking a few shots of that hard rum.
How the fuck did we go from flirting in a bar to having a threesome in some random hotel room?
“Shit,” I whispered and mumbled. My head was going to crack and I didn’t even know where the fuck I was. Then I remembered my car. “Fuck, did I leave my car?”
I slowly began to get dressed
and tried as hard as possible to be as quiet as I could. It was only when I was done putting my shirt back on did I realize one of my earrings was missing. To hell with it, I guess, I could always buy another pair.
Luke suddenly shifted in bed and I froze as I waited and watched. Was he waking up? I could feel my heart beating faster. What was I going to do if he woke up?
Fortunately for me, he just moved a bit, yawned and went back to bed as if nothing happened. In just a few more moments he was snoring quietly and Travis didn’t even seem to notice. They were completely passed out.
I grabbed my phone, checked if my wallet and cards were still in my pocket and then exited the room.
***
“Hi,” I greeted the girl at the reception desk. “Do you guys have a phone I could use? I need to call a cab.”
“Oh hi, are you checking out?” she asked me. She seemed to be about roughly my age, a few inches taller and had perfect white teeth and a nice tan.
I shook my head, “Uh technically I am but the guys I was with last night are still up there.”
She checked on the computer and then after a few seconds got back to me. “Ah yes, I see the room was billed to a Mr. Luke Dennings. I’ll just ring him up later. As for the phone, yes ma’am we do have one it’s right over here.”
The receptionist then walked me over to the desk and close to a podium filled with pamphlets and other paper ads. There was a single landline phone.
“Here you go ma’am and thank you for staying at King’s.”
I smiled and then pulled out my wallet. I had a calling card for one of those taxi companies for students. They said to use these cabs for emergencies and as far as I was concerned this was an emergency.
Luckily, the guy I called knew where King’s Hotel was and also knew where the Drunken Stallion was. I simply waited five or so minutes before the cab was outside and I hopped in as quickly as I could. It wasn’t until I was inside and the car was moving that I let out a sigh of relief. I knew that at this point I was well away from both Luke and Travis.