"What's with the hat? Tony asked John as they met to go to Sink's Watering Hole. The hat, really more of a headband, wrapped around John's head and covered most of his hair. It was made of a white material and decorated, if you could call it that, with computer chips and wires.
"It's just an edge for the ladies," John answered.
Tony chuckled. "I don't know, man. You could probably get Bill Gates horny with that thing, but I don't think the hotties will go for it."
John just shrugged. "We'll see."
When they got inside the bar, Tony's mouth started to water. So many hot chicks. He might have a chance with this much variety, or he'd get repeatedly shot down. He wasn't unattractive--hell, more than one woman had called him downright good looking--but he really didn't have much game when it came to pick-ups at the bar scene. Though he talked a good game with John and his other buddies, Tony would be much happier picking up a nice girl in a library, bookstore, or coffee house and having a nice conversation that led to dates and a relationship. Not that he was against one night stands, of course. He was here, wasn't he?
"Check this out," John said as he straddled up to the bar. He leaned over to the girl next to him, a hot blonde with big tits, and whispered something in her ear. Tony had to suppress a laugh. With that goofy hat, this chick was sure to shoot John down. To his amazement, though, she let him nuzzle her neck and feel her ass. No way! This was a set-up. Though John viewed himself as a big stud, he was usually too crude to get anywhere.
He whispered something else into the girl's ear and then walked away, motioning Tony to follow. "Told her I'd be back in a minute," John said. "Doubt it, though. Too many fine ladies here for me to go shooting off in the first one I see. Only so many bullets in the pistol, right?" He laughed and elbowed Tony in a joking way.
"Yeah, right," Tony said. "You're bullshitting me. You knew her and asked her to go along with it to fuck with me. You don't need to say anything, man. I know it's true."
John just smiled. "I guarantee you that I didn't and don't know her." He stopped and eyed a big-titted brunette wearing a skin-tight mini-skirt. She was talking to a couple of other women. "I want to get inside that. Bullet one is going to launch."
Tony shook his head. "That fucked up hat has rattled your brain. She won't give you the time of day."
"You're lucky I'm not a betting man, Tony, my friend. But I'm not above saying "I told you so," at the end." He walked over to the brunette.
Tony heard John say, "Let's ditch your friends for a minute. I know a dark hallway in the back that's almost always deserted." Tony suppressed a laugh, waiting for John to get slapped in the face or kneed in the balls. To his amazement, though, the girl smiled and followed John with giddiness in her step. No fucking way!
Tony followed a few feet behind and tried his best to hide in the shadows. This had to be a set-up. John and the girl were going to go back here and laugh about pulling one over on him. It'd be payback for Tony laughing at him for getting rejected so many times last month.
But no. John lifted up the brunette's shirt and nuzzled her braless breasts. Tony felt himself stiffening up a bit looking at her perky nipples, which his buddy was going to town on. While still licking, John jammed his hand up the girl's skirt, obviously hitting the mark. The girl's soft moans grew a bit louder and urgent. After a minute or two of this, John worked his own pants to his ankles and positioned himself between her legs. She pulled him in and they enjoyed a quick fuck. She came first, triggering John to blow his load deep inside her pussy. Tony had to fight hard to keep from rubbing himself through his jeans. He did, though, manage to adjust himself so his boner wasn't too evident. He then slipped out of the hallway and waited for John at the bar. His buddy showed up about a minute later.
