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Some stories are completely true, some are fictional, and some are a combination of fact with some fiction (to enhance the story). Sometimes I'll tell you which it is. Sometimes I'll let you try and figure it out.
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In my early 20s, I worked in the bar scene. I managed a bar and it was at a time when multiple companies would give the bar owners & managers lots of swag (promotional product) for giveaways. There was one vendor who provided us with very exclusive, limited edition shirts. Most of the employees wanted the shirts, but I couldn't just give them to everyone.
I had been dating a young lady and she wanted a shirt. Obviously, I had to give her one. After we broke up, I was fucking another girl and she asked for a shirt. So I gave her one. Word got around that to get a shirt, you would have to fuck the manager (me)! It was all in good fun and nobody really went out of their way to find out if it was true.
One night, a couple regular female customers were at the bar all night. Their friend had left them there and they had no ride home. I had known them for a long time and offered them to sleep at my apartment, because I was too tired to drive them home and they lived around 45 minutes away.
As it was, I was attracted to one of the girls, but the other was attracted to me. Both were very good looking. Once we got to my house, we hung out for a while and all got a little tipsy. The two smoked pot, but I wasn't into it, so I let them enjoy it. When it came time for bed, I figured that it would be odd to invite one to my bed and the other on the couch, so I gave them each older, oversized t-shirts to sleep in and told them to each take a couch, then I would take them home in the morning. They agreed but Yvette said "what, no swag shirt?" and giggled. Beth said "you know what you have to do to get one." and they both laughed.
"Goodnights, ladies." and I left them.
About 30 minutes later, my door opens and in walks the girl that I liked. She climbs into bed with me and says "thanks for taking care of us. If Yvette wasn't in the other room, I would take care of you. Can I just sleep here with you?"
"Sure." Then we fell asleep.