We Meet Kathy At The Club

Saturday evening. With Dirk in tow, I enter the club where we are meeting my friend. It was surprisingly easy to convince him to pretend to be my uncle in front of Kathy. He is grinning from ear to ear. He obviously enjoys playing games.

Although the club is already quite full, it doesn't take me long to find Kathy. She's hard to miss with her turquoise-colored hair. Her strapless top also shows off the colorful tattoos on her arms.

Secretly, I'm convinced she wears all these eye-catching colors just to distract from the fact that she has virtually no boobs to show off. If she stood topless in a row with a few guys, no one would realize she was the only girl.

Of course, I would never tell her that. She can be quite vicious when she thinks someone is being dismissive of her. Besides, she is and always will be my best friend.

Meanwhile, she has spotted me and is heading straight for us. She gives me a quick “Hi.” Then she sizes Dirk up from head to toe with a drawn-out “Haallooo.”

“Hello, you must be Kathy. I'm so happy to meet you. Sina has told me so much about you.” He leans forward and kisses her hand.

Yuck. What is that? That's so antiquated and totally inappropriate. I want to sink into the ground with embarrassment. I'm sure Kathy will tease me for years about bringing an old geezer who doesn't know how to behave these days.

To my surprise, she doesn't seem to have a problem with it, quite the contrary. She even has the audacity to blush a little.

The longer the evening goes on, the more superfluous I feel. At first, Dirk dances with her and me alternately, then the three of us go onto the dance floor together until I'm somehow completely left out. The two of them only have eyes for each other, talking animatedly and laughing together. Apparently, they find each other funny—at least they act that way.

Hey, I'm still there too!

I get hit on a few times, but I coldly rebuff the guys. Can't they see that I have better things to do? My – quasi – uncle and my best friend are shamelessly flirting with each other. I have to make sure they don't do anything stupid.

What, jealous? Me? I'm not jealous. After all, he's my uncle – quasi, that is.

When we're not dancing, we sit in an alcove near the bar and drink. Mainly cocktails with rum as the main ingredient. Dirk pays. Of course.

Actually, there's only room for two at our tiny table, but that's no problem: Kathy sits on Dirk's lap, and I sit next to them. I wouldn't have thought she could be so pushy with someone. Admittedly, he looks quite attractive—for a man his age, anyway. Is Kathy attracted to him because I told her Dirk is rich? No, she's not like that; she's not after a sugar daddy. Or is she?

When they start making out, it's too much to take. I desperately need to cool off.

“I'm going to the ladies, OK?” I call out, but I don't think they're listening. Oh well, they don't look like they're going to run away. They're so engrossed in each other that this could take a while.

After splashing lots of cold water in my face, I actually feel better and return to the table. And I'm taken aback to find that it's deserted. Where have they gone?

I look around, but can't find Kathy's turquoise bun or Dirk's tall figure anywhere. I stand on tiptoe to see better. Indecisive, I walk around a few times. They remain missing.

In my desperation, I turn to the barmaid.

She points her thumb to a door above which a bright green emergency exit sign glows. I read “back exit” from her lips.

Huh? I don't understand what they're up to, but at least it's a clue I can follow. The door is difficult to open; I push against the spring mechanism that causes it to slam shut again after I slip through the gap.

At the sight that meets my eyes, I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. I retreat into the shadows, but I can't look away.

In the dim light of a lantern, Kathy is kneeling on the dirty floor of the backyard. Dirk stands upright in front of her, one hand on the back of her head. His jeans are open and—I have to swallow—he's shoving his fat penis into her mouth. And not just once, but again and again.

I don't usually use terms like this, but I can't think of any other words to describe what I'm seeing: he's fucking her mouth cunt.

And boy, does he! I have to fight my own gag reflex when I imagine how deep his hard cock is thrusting into her throat.

Kathy seems to like it. She moans with every thrust. Saliva runs down her lips and chin. She looks up at him with a devoted gaze.

This can't be happening. They've only known each other for a few hours.