"I'm not going to wind sitting alone holding my dick in my hand am I?" asked Johnny. He was more than content to sit at home and play video games that night, but his friend Adam called him, trying to convince him to go into the city to a club.
"You hate night clubs, why do you want to go exactly?"
"I never said I hate night clubs."
"What's her name?"
"What?"
"I've seen you get pissed off when there are more than a dozen people in a bar, and now you want to go to a club in the city. It has to be because of a girl, so what's her name?"
"I mean...damn it is it really that obvious?"
"Yes. Yes it is."
"Her name is Sonya."
"Sounds made up."
"No she's real, I met her at the gym. She was going out with some friends and texted me to come."
"So...drive out yourself? How am I being involved in this?"
"Because I'm either going to be going home with her, or I am going to get blasted on Jack Daniels and I need a ride home."
"See, if you would have just come out and said
that
I would be much more willing to help you out."
"So you're in?"
"Oh God no. Dance clubs make me want to slit my wrists."
"C'mon dude, what you put all your drinks on my card?"
"So free drinks for me all night?"
"Yes, but you
have
to still be able to drive."
"Hmm...you drive a hard bargain...ok fine."
Johnny hung up the phone, found a save point in his video game, and started putting on clothes that he felt were "night club appropriate." He decided to throw his friend a bone and not wear his usual t-shirt and jeans, but opted for a colored shirt and khakis. The black Converse Chuck Taylor was still going to be staying on his feet.
He picked Adam up and grilled him on why Sonya was worth it.
"Describe her to me. What makes her so special that you're going to go all out to a club to see her?"
"It's not that far. And clubs aren't
that
bad. They just play a lot of hip hop and techno music."
"Techno sucks and you know it."
"It's not too bad."
"Dude?"
"Ok yeah techno sucks. Sonya is tall, tan, and blonde. Athletic body, tight ass, just perfect."
"Perfect enough to drag me out?"
"I'm giving you free booze. Just enjoy it."
"Oh I'm all about the free beer. Just know that you better hook up with this chick or I'm going to start ordering shots of Patron for the bar and rack up that tab."
"Deal."
After finding a place to park and waiting in line to get in, the two finally got inside the club.
"All right let me try to find Sonya."
"No first, we're finding a spot for me at the bar."
"You do that and I'll find the ass."
"No, think about it. We go to the bar now, then I can set up a home base, you can give your card, not only get a drink for you, but get one for Sonya so when you find her, you can start getting her lubed up right away."
"Hmm, very excellent points."
"That's why I'm here. Well, one of the reasons."
Johnny found an open spot at the bar and quickly settled in. He ordered his first beer and helped Adam choose wisely for him and Sonya.
"Make sure your beer is in a bottle because they spill less. Get her something with high alcohol but sweet so she loosens up quickly. Something like a Skittles."
The boys got their drinks and Adam pulled out his phone to communicate with Sonya.
"Ok she's at a table with her two friends in a black and blue zebra print dress. Think it's skin tight?"
"Is the Pope catholic?"
"Good point. So...she's with two friends no apparently. Do you think maybe..."
"No."
"You could come over..."
"No."
"And maybe corral the friends while I focus on Sonya."
"No, no deal changes. I'll be here. God speed, grasshopper."
Adam last and started his mission with Sonya while Johnny stayed at the bar. He did not want to seem shady and sit at the bar on his phone the entire night, but he also did not want to turn towards the club's population like he was scouting out talent. He kept his phone in his pocket and his eyes gazed on the closest television. The sound of the thumping bass was beginning to grate on his nerves so he used beer and whiskey to try to distract his attention.
He was on beer number three when he felt the presence of someone sitting in the spot next to him. He glanced over and smiled at the blonde now sitting next to him and facing toward him.
"Hey, how's it going?" said Johnny politely.
"Hey cutie, how are you?" said the woman.
"I'm doing just fine."
"Just fine?"
"Well I'm better now that you're here." Johnny gave her a quick look over. She had blonde hair which was tied up, a green low-cut sleeveless blouse exposing the right amount of cleavage, and jeans that were tight but not painted on.
"Aww, that's more like it. Every time I look over here I just see you buy yourself, rarely talking to anyone, just looking at the TV. Why so sad?"
"Who said I'm sad?"
"Are you?"
"No. Just bored. A friend talked me into coming here so he can try get with a girl he was meeting here."
"You must be a good friend to help out like that."
"Well I'm not entirely selfless. He gave me his credit card and told me to drink as much as I can handle. Speaking of drinking do you need one? It's on me...well technically it's on him, but it's on behalf of me."
"I would love one. I'm Alexis."
"Johnny, it's a pleasure to meet you." The loud music was forcing them to lean in to talk to each other. Anytime Alexis would lean in, Johnny could not help himself and peak down her shirt. While she was showing a good amount of cleavage, she could have been showing much more as her breasts looked enormous.
After a round of drinks and conversation, Alexis left to go to the bathroom. They exchanged cell phone numbers in case they were separated and Johnny kept her spot next to him open with his jacket. While Alexis was seemingly inline for the restrooms, Adam reappeared and put his hands on his shoulders.
"Hey, big guy."
"What's up stud? How's Sonya treating you?"
"This one is in the bag. I won't be needed a drive back so let me thank you now for doing this. Is this your jacket? You meet someone?"
"I may have."
"See, clubs aren't that bad."
"This place still sucks, but she's pretty spectacular."
"Well let me grab some drinks for me and this fine specimen I'll be fucking later and you really are free to go whenever."
"You're such a gentlemen, Adam."
"I know. It's great."
Adam left with his drinks and Johnny waited a few more minutes for Alexis before shooting her a text asking about her whereabouts. A few more minutes passed from that point and he decided to take a round across the club to search for her but to no avail. He could feel his body beginning to tell him to go home, so he sent one more text, apologizing that he couldn't find her, and saying how he regretfully had to leave. He hung around for a few more minutes before finally leaving.
The next morning, he was awoken but a text message. It was Alexis.
"Hey! The reception at that place sucks, I got all your texts like a hour after I left."
"And to think that I thought we just ran away from me."
"Oh please! I was hoping you'd take me to bed last night." Well that was forward. The sheer thought made Johnny's cock harden.
"I would have been more than happy to help you."
"You could have woken up to this today!" The text was a mirror of Alexis in a red bra and black thong with her ass turned to the camera. She must have taken it right after a shower since her hair looked wet.
"And you could have woken up to this!" Johnny slid the covers down and took a picture of his body. He made sure to show off his muscular and athletic figure. Since Alexis' picture made him hard, he made sure to include the bulge in his underwear.
"Holy shit" texted Alexis.
"What?"
"You're so fucking hot."
"You're not too bad yourself. So tell me about yourself, aside from how you look in your underwear."
The two texted back and forth for the rest of the day. Johnny talked about playing sports and going to college. Alexis talked about her trying to get into modeling and going out to clubs. He had a feeling that Alexis was not going to be someone to marry, or even someone he could bring home to mom. He did however think she was sexy as all hell and he could at least have some fun with her.
"So anything else you want to know about me?" texted Alexis.
"Hmm...there is but I'm not sure if it's a good question or not."
"I can be the judge of that. Ask it."
"What size are your tits? Haha."
"How is that a
bad
question?"
"I wasn't sure if it was appropriate to ask yet."
"Do you mean these tits?" Alexis accompanied the question with a photo of her pushing her breasts together.