Are You Uncomfortable

Charlie is so nice, he has just kept buying me drinks. I will have to pay him back some day. In the meantime my legs have really started to ache from all of this standing.

"Hey pretty boy" Charlie calls out. I'm still not sure why he keeps calling me that but I guess it doesn't matter too much. "You look like you're gonna collapse man, here, come take a seat."

"I would dude, but like where? There are no spare seats, I'll just have to stand" I respond casually.

"I meant here princess" He states authoritatively as he pats his lap expectedly.

"I-I-I errrr. I-I'm alright man, I'll sta...." my response is cut short as the giant of a man aggressively lifts my weak body onto his muscled thighs and I let out a very, very, totally manly, squeal of surprise.

"There baby, isn't that a lot more comfortable"