On my way out of their apartment, I saw the man that we left in the bar sitting in the living room. It took a moment and then it all came rushing back to me. I would have been embarrassed about everything I had done in the last 12 hours if the rum had not kicking in.
"Well, at least someone in the apartment got laid" he said without a smile.
'fuck off' I said as I walked out the apartment. I made sure I flipped him off for good measure before I closed the door. I had to use the walls as leverage when I descended the stairs trying not to trip flat on my face.
Wow did that actually just happen? I tried my best not to lose consecration one my feet. "Holy shit," I said out loud to no one. "What was I thinking, starting my day off with half a bottle of rum. This should get interesting."
I stepped off the last stair and made my way across the lobby. I slowly pushed open the door trying not to hit the kid still passed out in the mud.
"You okay buddy?" I spoke softly and tapped him with my foot. "You dead?"
His legs twitched and a low gurgle rose from the mud in front of his face. "Oh ya," I said out loud with relief. "You're gonna be fine... hypothermic, but fine."
As I tried to walk I soon realized it was going to be a bigger challenge than I was hoping for, I sat on a bench in the quad and pulled out my phone to call a cab. I unlocked my screen, 27 texts, 14 new voice-mails and wouldn't you know it, 14 missed calls.
'Holy shit. Leave me alone.' I knew I shouldn't say that, they were worried for me. But I am a big girl and should be old enough to make my own decisions, stupid or not. All in all I count myself lucky for having such a family who's been there for me since... well, everything. I called a cab, then flipped through my texts. I didn't want to put up with voicemails right now. I felt shitty enough reading their words, I didn't want to hear their voices.
They were all from my parents and sister. I had five brothers, but they are guys. They knew I would call if I needed help which, I did on occasion. From needing a "DD" to helping me procure certain things while in rehab, they were always there. I thought they were the ones who took me to rehab as well until they denied the accusation of being so kind. I assume I was just picked up by a cop or something. I love them all; I just don't feel like talking to them.
As I flipped through the texts I found that there was a common theme, "Call me, Ashley called, trying to get a hold of you", "I left you a voicemail with Ashley's info, call me when you get a chance", "remember that nice boy, Xavier, from high school you used to know? I was talking to someone about him the other day. You should look him up, call me," and "Have you called Ashley yet?"
'The fat one?' I thought, 'oh yeah mom, I'm gonna jump up off my drunk ass and make my way back to sanity, and get him on the phone immediately.' I rolled my eyes and sighed 'Good Lord, yeah, I'm gonna take ya up on that. Oh hey, why don't you just set me up with every fat fuck on the block?' I thought about what I said and then put my head down. My chin touched my chest and started laughing, 'Dam, I'm funny when I'm drunk.' I laughed again, 'Fat fucks'.
The cab pulled up and I stumbled over to it. I know I use my sexuality more than I should, but damn if these idiots don't make it too easy.
He pulled up to my house, "That'll be twenty three even."
"Oh my God," I started to cry. "I left my wallet at the strip club."
He turned to look at me, "oh? You out partying it up?"
I arched my back and stuck out my chest, "no, I'm a dancer."
His eye's opened wide and I knew I had him on the hook. "I'm so sorry," I threw out my lower lip and pouted, "is there any other way I could make good on the cash."
Making an awful attempt to decline my offer, the man spoke just above a whisper, "umm... I can only accept cash or a... umm... credit card." Not once taking his eyes off my tits.
Taking that as my cue I slid my panties off, then opened the door and stepped out. Without saying a word I shut the back door and opened the front. Sliding into the passenger seat, I made sure to keep my legs spread, exposing as much of my cunt as I could.
I sat facing him and reached a hand up to tickle the back of his neck. "Now, are you sure there's no other way I can pay for the ride?"
The man didn't say a word. Thinking about it now, I probably could have walked away right then and there, no questions asked. But like I said, the powers of rum and other such magical liquids make me horny, as well as many other things. He was clearly of Middle Eastern decent and looked like he was fresh off the boat. This was further evidenced by his thick accent and the strange music blasting from the speakers. I just couldn't help thinking that he may need a lesson or two in American hospitality and I wanted to show him what it was like to get your knob bobbed by a fake stripper while sitting in your cab on a busy street.
Instead of leaving, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my knee. "There ya go," I said, still tickling his neck.
A small smile formed on his lips but he just stared at my slit, so I thought I'd help him out. "I know my under smile is nice and all, but if you unbutton those pants I can pay you back for the ride."
He was quick like a bunny and before I could blink he slid his pant down to his knees. It may have been the liquor, but this guy was packing. I took a double take, shaking my head and blinking my eyes to make sure they were not playing tricks on me.
"Holy shit dude," I said in disbelief. I brought my eyes up to look at him then back at his cock.
I leaned forward, bringing both of my legs up onto the seat. I knelt beside him with my head over his lap, slowly taking hold of his cock. It's been a great while since I've seen one this big, so I took my time. I slowly kissed the length of his cock from root to tip and could feel blood rushing through it in response.
I know it started out as some crazy chick trying to get out of paying for a cab ride, but I was actually enjoying myself.
I leaned up just enough to grab his hand with mine, and lead it around my body and placed it on my ass. His eyes opened wide and he tensed up, so nervous that it was like he was on trial for a murder he didn't commit. I took hold of his shaft once again.
"Don't be afraid to let that hand wander." I said, hoping it would.
He rubbed my ass, squeezing occasionally. I stroked his length while wrapping my lips around his crown. Together, with his hand on my ass, it sent a chill down up my spine.
I flicked my tongue across the flared rim his cock head then pulled off. "Put your fingers in me."
