by Ruby Forrest
“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.”
End of Teaser
