Apologies at the bar

I drank at the bar. I didn’t talk to anyone or play with my phone. I just drank and thought. I didn’t notice the attractive brunette that sat down next me me.

When the bartender asked what she wanted she said, “Can I get a water? And can you get this poor sap one more drink, then I would like to take care of his entire tab.”

I looked over and saw it was Meg. She looked at me like I was a child who just lost a grandparent. She reached out and placed her hand on my shoulder. She said, “I really am sorry. I should have prepared a lot better. I did awful with this party. It’s not my thing.”

I said, “Thank you for getting my tab. You are completely forgiven. But I need some blame too, I didn’t do shit to get ready for this. I should’ve at least gotten some cop Halloween outfit to take off.”

Meg laughed, “Nah. Too cliche. I don’t think they were ready for the next evolution of stripper: man off the street.”

“Didn’t I really look that bad,” I asked.

Meg said, “You looked much better once you took your shirt off. You still have a great body.”

I said, “Thanks. Where’s the group?”

Meg replied, “At the bars. I left early. I didn’t like the vibe. I’m not looking forward to ten drunk girls all sharing the same hotel suite.”

I responded, “You can always stay with me. My room has two beds.”

Meg smiled, “Thanks. I might take you up on that if it is too loud. I’ll text you.” She paid my bill and then kissed me on the cheek before leaving.

I finished my drink before getting up and walking back to my room. I entered the lobby just as the loud drunk bachelorette party re-entered the hotel. We all packed into the elevator together. I prayed no one recognized me as the stripper.

A piercing scream filled the elevator. It silenced all the other women. Jess said, “Chandler! What the fuck are you doing here?”

She was on the opposite side of the elevator, several women in between us. I responded, “Just seeing what it’s like to walk in Memphis.”

We got to my floor, and I squeezed past the women and stepped off. I knew they still had a few more floors to go. Right before the door closed, Jess slipped out and left her friends behind. She ran and caught up to me.

She said, “Chandler wait up. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. Do you have a room? Let’s catch up.”

We entered my room, and she immediately jumped on my bed stretching out her long legs. I was emotionally done with her, but she was still so goddamn sexy. She caught my eyes checking her out, and she smiled. She said, “I can’t believe I ran into you again. Do you know I’m getting married? Of course you do. You met Brad. Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah,” I said. I hoped she didn’t see my Zorro mask sitting on the table.

“I’ve told Brad about everything we’ve done. He has me tell him and he jerks himself off. He comes so hard. You know what always sends him over the edge?” She sat up on the bed and changed her voice to something more sultry, imitating how she talks to him while he jacks off. “When I tell him how it feels to be stretched by your big fat cock.”

She pulled up the end of her dress exposing the fabric of her panties. She said, “I can’t imagine how hard he'll explode when he hears how I got fucked on my bachelorette party.”

My phone vibrated with a text from Meg.

Meg: Its chaos here. I’m taking your offer. What’s your room number?