I had to go to the bathroom and there was a long line, so I leaned against a wall and got comfortable while I waited. I was having a great night, but feelings of fatigue were coming on. The girl who was having her turn on the throne was taking her sweet time about it. She had her panties down around one ankle and her other leg was extended, holding the stall door open.
“I can’t close it. I don’t want to touch anything in here.”
She was eating from a bag of organic brazil nuts…which she offered to all… and telling the tragic story of her poor father, who was languishing in a Peruvian jail. He’d always been a drug smuggler and it finally bit him in the ass. I became completely absorbed in her story and forgot what I’d even come there for.
The girl behind me in line pulled a little packet from her pocket. Oh, how perfect!
You know I do. I bent my head down… and she started to schmooze me as I snorted the lines right out of her hand.
“I’m here with these really cool people. We’re going to a Vivid party. You could come with us if you want… it’s gonna be a blast. We have a limo and everything, so you don’t have to worry about driving.”
What’s that? You want me to cum with you?
“Uh… no. Thanks for the bump though!”
I’ll take the bait, but you can save your hook. It was my turn to go… and did I!
I was the last one stage that night. And at 4:45… I was having one last dance… in the back.