Ignore the Nice Criminals

You didn't have to do anything. They moved off as soon they saw you walking towards them.

You walk out of the alleyway and up to a building called the "Pink Pussycat," scrawled across it in bright purple neon. Blaire rented half the space above it for cheap since their uncle owned the place. It was a popular nightclub with huge crowds and loud music, which meant you and Blaire took two weeks to soundproof the floors and walls when they just moved in.

You press the buzzer to the door and shuffle side to side, trying to push your cock into your shorts. The slick precum, floppyness and soda can girth made it hard to get a solid hold of it.

You pull your zip down to try and grip the base of it and groan as you realize the waistband had constricted your cock a lot more than you thought. The pressure releases and your thick cock flops forward the exact moment the door opens.

You hear a wet smack and a startled squeak as your cock slaps the face of very short someone in front of you. Someone with flailing arms that tries to push your cock of them. You know you should help, but you can't help but thrust your hips and enjoy the little guilty pleasure of their hands trying to grip your cock like you did.

Their small fingers finally wrap themselves around your cock as your friend pushes it off their face and looks at you with outrage.

Said cock twitches as they open their mouth to speak and a spurt of pre-cum shoots all over their face, lips and tongue. You smile sheepishly as you look at your best friend of 10 years..

"Hi Blaire."