Girls and drinks

The girls gossiped and giggled all the way into town. They were actually a little unsure of where they were going as both of them had reached a time in their life when hitting bars and clubs just wasn’t something that they did. A bar or pub might have been something they did but usually as part of going to dinner or out to a show or gig. This time they had a whole other purpose in mind.

“Are you sure you are okay with cheating on John?” Sarah asked. She found she didn’t really care if she was or wasn’t but she was curious to know how Katie felt about it.

Katie just shrugged. “I don’t really feel like it’s cheating. John isn’t black. He can’t really expect me not to get laid when it’s a sexy black guy. I say that but I don’t think he’d see it that way. I don’t want to hurt his feelings so I just won’t tell him.”

Sarah nodded like those were wise words.

The taxi driver dropped them on a familiar road. In their younger days, it had been the main nightlife hotspot and it was still the same. The bars had different names but they weren’t so different from what they remembered.

They picked a bar at random that they thought looked interesting and went in. It was fairly quiet but the night was young and all the patrons looked sober. They went to the bar and tried not to baulk at how much more expensive it was than it used to be. They ordered their drinks and looked around. They were sad to see that there were no good-looking black guys. There was one who wasn’t bad but he was thin and pretty nerdy looking so they agreed that he wasn’t worth approaching.

They were distracted by a group cheering to their side. A group of young women were celebrating something. They were nice-looking girls but a little on the plain side. They were all pretty bookish looking and none of them had killer figures. “You made us jump,” said Katie. “Are you guys celebrating something?”

They all issued awkward apologies. “We just finished our degree. We are out celebrating before we all head home,” said a tall girl in a floral print summer dress. She had long brown hair, wide hips and fat thighs but a pretty face and a generous bust.

“Aww, congratulations,” said Sarah. “Do you all think you passed?”

They looked at each other and seemed pleased. “We think so,” said a short overweight girl in a black T-shirt and jeans. “We should all be in line for firsts. I love your outfits,” she added. “I wish I had your guy's figure. I would love to wear something like that.”

“Thanks, hon’,” said Sarah. “I just got it. Felt like being a bit more daring.”

“If I looked like you I’d wear even less,” joked the fat girl.

“Let us get you a drink,” said Katie.

“You don’t have to do that,” said the tall girl.

“No, I insist. Maybe you could help us out in return? Do you girls know the nightlife around here well?”

“Pretty well,” said a very thin girl with slightly stooped shoulders and thick glasses. “We’ve been going out regularly for the last three years.”

“Great,” said Katie. “Let us get you all some drinks and you can fill us in on the places to go. Deal?”

The girls seemed happy with that and they all agreed that they should get a big jug of cocktail to share. The girls went to find a table while Katie and Sarah got the drinks. “Are you sure they are the right girls to ask?” said Sarah.

Katie shrugged. “Even if they aren’t wild party girls, they will probably know the more disreputable areas to go to.”

“Disreputable?” Sarah smiled. “Looking for a bad guy are you?”

“Are you telling me you would rather be ploughed by black Harry Potter over there than some big tough guy who will fuck you raw?”

“Fuck. When you put it like that.”

“Exactly,” smiled Katie as she paid for the drinks.

They took them over to the table of girls. They didn’t get right into questioning them and got to know them first. Kelly was the tall girl with the big hips. She was clearly the group leader as she was the most outgoing. Mave was the fat girl in black. She was a hardcore nerd. Lina was the skinny girl. She was a full-on literature dweeb with a bit of an obsession with Jane Austen. She clearly longed for a Mr Dracey to sweep her off her feet. The last girl, Pam, was probably the prettiest. She had long blonde hair and potentially a nice figure underneath the thick cardigan and ugly beige skirt she was wearing. She was also cripplingly shy and clearly intimidated by two very sexy women. Sarah suspected that she might be a lesbian by the way she kept sneaking glances at her.

As they drank, the girls opened up a bit and they turned out to be pretty entertaining company. Soon though they had run through the jug of cocktails and Sarah offered to go to the bar and grab another. She headed to the bathroom first to relieve herself and check her makeup before heading to the bar which was beginning to get crowded. As she waited for her drinks a young guy tried chatting her up. Once upon a time, she would have found him at least a little attractive but now the idea of doing anything sexual with a guy like him disgusted her and it showed on her face.

The guy wasn’t drunk enough yet to not notice how little chance he stood and after tolerating his chat-up lines for a bit she just said, “Look, I’m not interested, okay.” The guy slinked off to his group of mates who all started ribbing him for trying it on with someone way out of his league.

Eventually, she made it to the bar. She wished that the bartenders had been guys. She might have stood a better chance of getting served quicker. Eventually, she got her tray of cocktail and six shots of vodka and carefully wound her way back to the table.

Everyone cheered as she arrived. She put the jar in the middle of the table and handed out the shots. One for Kelly, the tall girl with the killer hourglass figure. Her ridiculously pinched waist displayed between her daisy dukes and floral crop top. One for Mave, the petite goth in her fishnet body suit, with PVC underwear beneath and platform, high heel rock boots. One for Lina, the beautiful waifish girl in the immaculate peach mini dress made from thin fabric that draped itself around her delicate body and showed off her braless breasts as the fabric draped against them. One for Pam in her body-con, bright pink mini dress that clung to her killer figure. She winked at Sarah as she took her shot from her. Sarah was amused at just how much this girl had been flirting with her all night.

Sarah sat down and gave Katie hers then they all shouted cheers and knocked the shots back. “What have you girls been talking about since I was away?” Sarah asked.

“Katie was just confessing that you two are on the prowl for black guys,” said Kelly.

“She was just explaining why black guys are the hottest,” said Lina. “I’ve never been with a black guy but I think I’d like to. She looked visibly aroused by the idea.

“Me too,” said Pam.

“What?” said Kelly. “You are like the living definition of lipstick lesbian.”

“True but I think I might make an exception for a well-hung black man.”

“I’m convinced,” said Mave. “Sounds like a nice change from skinny rocker guys.”

Katie clapped her hands. “I knew you guys would be into it. I’m surprised none of you sexy bitches haven’t tried it already. So, come on ladies. Where can we go to find some big mean black cock?”

The girls looked at each other. “There is a club but it has a really rough reputation,” said Kelly.

“Sounds perfect,” said Kelly.

“I don’t know, it’s supposed to be pretty violent,” said Lina.

“As long as it’s their cocks getting violent between our legs, I don’t see a problem, Katie grinned.

The girls looked at each other and then grinned. “Okay, let’s do it but it won’t open until eleven,” said Kelly.

“Great, let’s get another round of shots then,” said Sarah and the group cheered.

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