Laura

Laura’s been busy all night attending to thirsty customers, leaving her drink unattended behind the counter. While she’s busy talking to a crowd of football jocks and their hot-as-hell side pieces, you take a quick glance around your vicinity to make sure that nobody’s got their eyes on you. The coast is clear.

You casually lean over the bar counter, the pill concealed in your hand, and with a deft motion, you pretend to sneeze into your elbow, dropping the **** into Laura’s drink. You back off into your seat, trying not to watch the pill dissolve into her liquor, praying that she doesn’t look your way in the next few seconds.

Your luck holds.

It’s only ten minutes later that Laura circles back to your spot at the bar.

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” she observes, picking up her drink. “Something on your mind?

“I’ve been coming up with a joke,” you say, trying not to stare at her while she takes a long draught from her glass. “Want to hear it?”

“Hit me with it,” she smiles, giving you a delicious glimpse of her cleavage as she leans forward.

Okay. So long as you can drag this out for long enough and keep her here… Laura will be well and truly yours.

“A young boy is walking home from school one day, when he comes across a poster for a missing pet,” you begin, putting on your best Norm Macdonald voice. “The poster says ‘Lost Pet! Our dog is the shaggiest dog in the world! If you find him, please return him to us! Signed, your friends at 123 Mulberry Street.’ The boy, being a very conscientious kid, decides that he’s going to find this dog. So he searches the neighborhood high and low, looking for stray dogs, peeping past the fences of his neighbors, trying to find the shaggiest dog possible—”

You pause, noticing the sparkle in the brunette’s eye.

“I know where this is going,” she laughs, taking another drink. “But go on. You tell it well.”

“Thanks,’ you smile. “As I was saying, the kid goes through his neighborhood and finds the shaggiest dog he can find, and it’s a pretty damn shaggy dog, inches of fur to his coat, so the boy’s about to bring the dog to Mulberry street when he realises that he might not have the right dog. After all, this is only the shaggiest dog in the neighborhood, certainly not the world! So the boy gets on the bus and begins to travel to the other neighborhoods in his city. Once again, he knocks on doors, visits animal shelters, inquires after stray dogs, always searching for the shaggiest dog…”

“... and the shaggy Tibetan dog is shaggier than the one from Peru, so the boy knows he’s got the shaggiest dog in the world now,” you say, twenty minutes later.

Laura’s worked through her drink and then some, and is noticeably droopy, barely holding herself up at the bar. The other bartenders have been busy as hell, shooting the two of you nasty looks.

“I’m feeling so dead,” Laura says, stifling a massive yawn. She hasn’t really been following your joke these past few minutes.

“I can walk you back to your room,” you say, dropping any pretense of finishing the joke now that you’re so close to your goal.

“Yeah, great,” Laura says, almost tripping as she gets out from her place behind the bar.

“Lead the way, and I’ll make sure you get there,” you say, putting an arm around the sexy coed.

Fuck yes. You’re really doing this.

Laura collapses on her bed as soon as she reaches her room—in fact, you practically had to carry her into the sorority house, the halls eerily empty as all the girls were still partying at the bar.

But now, you’ve got a mostly **** babe splayed on the bed before you, free to do with as you wish. Your boner rages against your pants, aching to be unleashed on this girl. Oh, all the things you can do with this body, her slim curves, that cute face that has teased so many men tonight…

You rip off her clothing, tearing away the bartender’s vest and the white shirt beneath it. You plant your hands on her firm tits, massaging them through her bra.

“What… huh…?” she murmurs, blinking at you, disoriented. “You shouldn’t…”

You ignore her words, sliding off her pants, her body offering no resistance. Her underpants are white, lacey, hot as fuck, but they’ve got to go too. You plunge your fingers into her hot box, wriggling your fingers into her and exploring her fresh wetness.

The moan that comes from her mouth is strangely muted.

“I’m going to take you now,” you say, leering at her near-nude form, pulling your cock out. “You like being fucked, you slut?”

“Fuck you,” she mutters, blinking, weakly trying to kick you away in a sudden moment of clarity.

You dodge the sorry attempt and grasp her body, flipping her onto her stomach. With a quick slap of her ass, you lift her butt into the air, that appetizing rump now brushing up against your cock.

“Oh fuck, you’re so good,” you groan as you push yourself into her, her barely slick cunt offering such hot resistance to your thrust.

You make your way in, burying your cock into her pussy, going all the way until there’s no further distance to go. Such a perfect fit. Her mouth, buried in her pillow, is making some kind of noise, one that you need not pay attention to. What matters is that you’re fucking this incredible brunette ChiO girl, her body all yours to do with as you please, and oh it is so good.

You fuck her with wild energy, savouring the feel of her body beneath your, her ass sticking up in the air, your cock so big inside her. This is the dream, and you—

The door bursts open.

“Jesus Christ, you rat’s ass son-of-a-bastard, get the fuck out of this place if you ever want to see your cock in one piece again!” Shruti screams.

You practically topple out of the bed in surprise.

“You… we’re… can’t you see we’re busy?” you say, gesturing at Laura.

“Yeah fucking right,” Shruti screams, shoving you aside. “She hardly looks awake. Hey, you there Laura?”

Laura mumbles something incoherent back. Shruti gives you a glare, reaching for her phone.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m out…” you say, scrambling for the door.

“I should’ve known something was wrong the moment Laura left before her shift was up,” Shruti says, cursing at you as you run out of the house, still mostly nude.

Well. You tried, and you ended up as the butt of your own joke.

It was doggy style, but not the shag you wanted.

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