Fuck Hunt

"Don't bother," you say under your breath in the empty apartment. You understand that she has to come back the next day to get her stuff together and whatnot, but the last thing you need to see is her again. Her beautiful body and all the dirty ways you've touched it come flooding back and your dick perks up in spite of your dark feelings about her and her betrayal.

"Down boy," you say to your cock. You don't really want her anymore, but the image of her body will haunt you for awhile. You picture her fucking your friend and that tames your schlong. If only there were some way to make her hurt as much as she's hurt you. You go to the fridge and crack a beer, returning to the couch with a flop as you take a long draw. You dread seeing her tomorrow, or ever again. It's not like you're a bad looking guy, it's not like you treated her badly. It's nearly inconceivable that she would play you that way.

You drain the chilled beer in your fist, and you think of a way to get her back. When she comes in tomorrow, she's gonna see some shit like she's never seen before. Time for a **** fuck. One that she will walk in on. Some naked, hot chick wrapped around you on the couch should do the trick. Time to hit the bar for some easy tail. You aren't a bad guy, but circumstances sometimes drive people to do strange things.

You walk into the local pick up bar, Clangers. The music is hoppin' and you make your way to the bar, a natural vantage point. You order a beer and unless you miss your guess, the busty, red-headed barmaid gives you an appraising eye. And the smile on her glossy lips indicates she likes what she sees. Her loose-fitting tank top gives you a great view of her deep cleavage as she leans over to pop the cap off your beer.

You turn around on your stool and sip your beer. It tastes even better than the one you had at home and your spirits are beginning to lift. Especially when you see a group of maybe seven girls, all young and bouncy enter the bar and take a seat not far from you. They are all blonde, and you wonder if maybe they are a Swedish swimming team or something. You don't rest your eyes on them too long though, as you spot a smoking hot chick sitting at the other end of the bar, looking bored and obviously alone. Her skin is smooth and dark, her tits only average sized, but her silky hair is just aching to be stroked.