… you want Absinthe sex (enter the vomitorium)

The barman rolls his eyes. “It’s Bob, Ivy. You know that. You okay?”

“I feel funny…” you reply drunkenly.

“Alright Ivy, this way. You can sleep it off in the back room,” Bob says as he tries to help you stand. You’re like a wet noodle so he gives up and lifts you over his shoulder and carries you to the bars office and puts you down on the couch.

You feel the room spinning even more. “Thanks, Bob. I don’t know what got into me. That’s weird. I usually don’t get this drunk on one drink!” You laugh. You feel weird. Horny. And Bob looks handsome. “Hey… wanna have some fun?”

Bob looks at you, his expression unreadable. “Ivy, you’re in no state to make that call right now. Just rest up, okay?”

“No… really. I wanna fuck. Hic.”

Bob sighs, his eyes scanning the room. He knows you’re not in your right mind, but he also knows you’re not the type to be easily dissuaded. He gently pats your shoulder. “Ivy, you need to sleep this off. Trust me, you’ll thank me in the morning.”

“But i wanna thank you in ten minutes. Fifteen minutes tops!” You pull off your panties and stare at your exposed female sex. “Holy shit! That’s a pussy, right. We’re not seeing things are we. Look at that clit. The wet swollen lips. It looks like it needs a cock! Right?!” You giggle.

Bob tries to keep his cool, but he can’t help but stare at your half naked body laying in front of him. “Ivy, this isn’t right. You’re not yourself right now.”

“You better beleive it. Come on. I’m horny as fuck.” You grab at his belt and unbuckle it with absinthe fingers.

Bob’s face contorts with a mix of confusion and arousal. “Ivy, please. You’re drunk and not in your right mind. Let’s just wait until you sober up, okay?” He tries to step back, but your grip is surprisingly strong for someone in your state.

“Uh uh. This… this is a sex encounter. Its started! See!” You pull out his cock and grin as you look ip at him. “Y-you want me to suck or fuck. Hic?!” You slur, the haze of the Absinthe making you horny. “It’s true… you know? Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder…” you run your hand up and down his cock.

Bob sighs heavily and looks around the room, his heart racing. He’s seen some weird shit in this bar before but this takes the cake. “Ivy, I think we should just—”

“Suck it is then!” You hungrily take the head of his cock in your mouth.

Bob’s eyes go wide as he feels the warm wetness of your mouth around him. You slurp and suck with a hunger that's surprising given your **** state, but the absinthe has a way of drastically lowering your inhibitions and over amplifying your female desires. He tries to protest, but clearly the feeling of your mouth on his thick manly cock is too good. He's seen a lot of things in this bar, but never something quite like this.

As you suck enthusiastically your delicate fingers start to play with yourself, exploring your clit and hood. That feels incredible. What would a cock feel like? You have to find out.

Bob tries to resist, but his body betrays him. He’s hard in your mouth and you can feel his cock throb with every suckle. His eyes are on you, watching as your hand moves between your legs, playing with your newfound clit. It’s strange, but it’s also incredibly arousing. Absinthe must be Ivy’s Kryptonite… or her aphrodisiac. Your… whatever. You blink. It’s strong, gotta focus!!!

You push him down onto the couch, straddling him. You’re still dressed in your dress but it is riding up, exposing your firm breasts. You grind down onto him, feeling his cock press against your wet folds. The room spins a bit, but it just makes the sensation more intense. You’re not sure how much of this is the **** and how much is the sheer thrill of being someone else, but you want more. You need more.

Bob’s hands come up to steady you, his grip firm on your hips. “Ivy, are you sure about this?”

“Fucking… fuck me already Bob!” You growl, your voice still slurred from the absinthe. You're a bar girl from X-Change Life, and you know how to get what you want. You position yourself over him, lining up his hard cock with your eager pussy.

Bob's resolve wavers, but your need is palpable. He relents, gripping your hips and guiding you down onto him.

“Oh yeah. That’s the ticket. Good Bob. That’s my bar man…” you giggle.

As you slide downward onto his cock, the pleasure shoots upward through your body blossoming through your nervous system like chain lightning. You’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s intense, overwhelming, and utterly intoxicating. It’s… filling. Full filling. Fulfilling? “Is that a portmanteau… in the corner?” You can feel the absinthe making everything feel more intense, making your senses go haywire.

Bob’s eyes are filled with a mix of confused concern at your nonsensical words and sublime arousal as he watches you ride his cock like it’s a rodeo. His hands move up to cup your breasts, playing with your nipples as you bounce up and down energetically, breasts bouncing. The couch squeaks under the pressure, threatening to break and the room seems to spin even more. Your stomach feels… But the feeling of his cock inside you, filling you up, is all that matters.

You lean back, arching your back and pushing your breasts out. You can feel his gaze on them, and it makes you even wetter. The absinthe is a fog in your mind, but it’s a delicious fog, one that makes everything feel more alive, more real. You reach behind you, grabbing the back of the couch for leverage, and grind furiously down on him even harder. The sensation is indescribable. It’s like you’re discovering sex for the first time all over again. “Faster. Must go faster!!!” You mutter as your sweat covered body gyrates with ever increasing urgency.

Bob’s hands tighten on your hips, his movements becoming more urgent, matching you. He’s not used to this firecracker version of Ivy, but he’s not going to complain. You’re beautiful, and you’re obviously frantically enjoying yourself. He starts to thrust up into you like a piston with mad RPM’s, meeting your movements with his own, the wet slippery friction sending sparks through both of your bodies.

You moan, the absinthe making the pleasure feel like it’s coming from a million different places at once. Your stomach… Your eyes roll back in your head, and your breathing becomes ragged. Your body tenses, and you feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within you. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, a crescendo of sensation that threatens to overwhelm you completely.

Bob’s thrusts become more erratic as he feels your pussy clench around him, the walls tightening as you get closer to the edge. He can see the look of ecstasy on your face, and it’s pushing him closer to his own release. He’s never seen you like this before—so wanton, so needy, so utterly lost in pleasure.

The tension builds, the room spinning around you both like a tornado of desire. It’s… too much! You throw your head back, your moans echoing off the walls as the absinthe-induced orgasm takes hold. You swallow and gag… It’s like a wave of pure bliss, crashing over you and drowning out everything else. But another release is coming. You clench around Bob’s cock, your body spasming with the intensity of it. He can’t hold on anymore, the feeling of you coming around him too much to resist.

Then you stomach flip floos and you throw up all over Bob and yourself as you both cum. It’s not erotic but messy and disgusting.

Bob’s eyes widen in shock as you convulse with the dual forces of pleasure and nausea. He tries to pull out of you, but your pussy clenches around him, not letting him go. You both cum together, his hot seed filling your stomach as you vomit over his chest and your own breasts.

Then you collapse on him. “Better out than in I guess… but why is there always carrot?!”

Bob holds you, his own orgasm still echoing through him as he tries to process what just happened. You’re still gripping his cock, the warmth of your vomit mixing with the sticky mess of your juices and his cum. The room is spinning even more now and you pass out.

When you come to, you’re lying on the couch, cold and sticky. You sit up with a groan, your head pounding and your stomach churning. Bob is nowhere to be seen, but the evidence of your escapade is all around you. The room smells faintly of vomit, absinthe and sex. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, feeling disgusted but oddly satisfied.

You pull your dress off and stumble to the bathroom. The cold water from the sink is a welcome shock to your system as you splash it onto your face, neck and body. There is a mop and a note. “You are mad. I’m cutting you off from Abduntge. Love Bob.” You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror—makeup smeared, hair a mess, and a look of bewilderment in your eyes. You can’t believe what just happened. You were supposed to be in control, setting the terms of your encounters, not begging for it like some lovesick spew gerbil.