Getting drunk

You slam your glass down on the table when you finish it. You've lost count of how many this is and you're starting to feel really drunk. Meanwhile, Layla appears to be almost immune to the effects of **** as she orders yet another round. When the bartender brings the next 2 pints, you nudge yours away while Layla enthusiastically raises her glass to her lips. She finishes about a quarter of the pint in a single gulp before she stops and sets it down, turning to you.

"Had enough to drink?" she asks cheekily.

You shake your head and laugh in defeat. "You win! I think if I have another drink I'm going to pass out on the floor!" you exclaim almost too loudly, although there aren't many people left in the pub as it's getting late. If you had to guess, you and Layla have been there for about 3 hours.

"Haha! Well, I wouldn't want you to pass out!" Layla says, matching you in volume, before she shoots you a seductive sideways look and lowers her voice to a whisper. "Where are you staying?"

"Huh?" you respond.

"What hotel are you staying at while in town? Or do you have your own place here?" Layla asks, playfully pulling at your shirt.

"Oh... uh, nowhere," you say, blinking as you try to think. "I, uh, went to the fight right after I got off the plane. I was going to find a hotel nearby after that since I usually travel light."

Layla looks thoughtful for a second. Then, she gets up off your lap to stand. "Hmm. That's not ideal, but I guess we can check out the hotel around the corner and see if they have a room. Can't go to my place. Richard's home with our son."

"He's not expecting you home soon?" you ask, regretting the question the moment the words leave your lips. If you weren't ****, you wouldn't do something so stupid such as finding a reason for Layla to leave you and go home to her family.

"Nope. I have to work late or travel so often he loses track of whether I'm going home or not. He never asks any questions and is happy to stay at home and support my career. It's 1 of the reasons I love him." Layla pauses and you think for a second that her saying she loves her husband out loud is going to end the night, but instead she reaches for your hands to pull you up. She's surprisingly strong and you let her pull you off your seat in the booth. However, when she lets go, you're only able to take a step forward before stumbling backwards and ending up on your ass again. Layla sees the entire thing and laughs. She tells you to sit still while she goes to settle the tab and to get you some water to freshen up.

Layla returns after a few minutes with an ice cold glass of water, putting it to your lips and making you drink. Instantly, you feel yourself already more alert, though you let Layla know you probably need a few minutes to get sober enough to walk out of the pub on your own. Layla smiles and looks around. There are only 4 other people left in the pub, excluding a waiter and the bartender, and none of them are paying attention the booth in the corner. She gives you a gentle push to go further into the booth and you scooch over, thinking she wants to sit down. Instead, she stays low while climbing into the booth and you're confused until she grabs your knees to spread them apart just enough for her to get in between and onto her own knees. Because Layla's so tiny, she's now completely hidden under the table in the booth and if anyone glanced in this direction, they would only see you sitting alone with a glass of water in your hand.

Before you know it, Layla's delicate hands have undone your belt and unzipped your pants. She then reaches into your boxers and pulls your semi-flaccid cock out through the fly hole. Almost instantly, your cock hardens at Layla's soft touch as she wraps both hands around it until only the tip is uncovered. You almost want to crack a joke about how it's not the biggest cock she's been in contact with today, but fortunately you've sobered up significantly by now and you keep your mouth shut and enjoy the moment. You're wise to, as you feel Layla's tongue on the tip of your cock, flicking at the opening, before she removes the upper hand and sinks her mouth onto your shaft. You groan in pleasure, which reminds you of Owens and Layla in the locker room before you rescued her, although this time Layla is very much an active and willing participant. Layla's free hand goes to fondle your ballsack through your boxers, and you just sit back and enjoy the blowjob.

However, just as you're really starting to feel good, Layla's lips are off your cock and she's tucking your cock back in your boxers and zipping you up. Befuddled, you look under the table as Layla is crawling out. She has a mischievous smile. "Did that wake you up?" she asks.

"Uh huh!" you grunt.

"Well, then come along," Layla says with a girlish giggle, like she's just done something naughty.

"But- but-" you stutter, motioning to your groin to indicate that it's going to be tough to walk with the hard on induced by the beautiful woman. She cackles and just walks away, forcing you to awkwardly chase after her while trying to walk straight and upright.