A Bar

You figure the sorority party will be an adequate chance to raise the scale, and there's no reason to overextend yourself on the very first outing. Deciding this, you pull on your clean button down with the sleeves rolled back, head downstairs, and hop into your car. You could walk to the bars but seeing as how your planning to bring a girl home, you don't want to waste time walking. One of your favorite things about college towns is that there's usually at least one street that's lined with five or six taverns lined up one after the other. You luck out and slide into an excellent parking space right in front of your favorite spot and right after giving yourself a quick spray with the formula, you head in.

You stand in the main entrance and survey the area. The bar is one of those British pub type places where everything is made of wood, rock music pervades the air, and framed photos of people like the Queen litter the wall. You have always wondered vaguely if anyone even remotely British has ever even stepped foot in this place. It seems fairly busy for a Friday night, but that's what you've always liked about this place, rarely overly crowded, but still a pretty rousing atmosphere.

Before you really get a chance to observe your surroundings, your attention is dawn by an enthusiastic “Hey!”

You turn and see a familiar sight. A waitress dressed in the standard uniform (which is basically just a black t-shirt with the bar's name on it, some jeans, and a black baseball cap) with short red hair. Her name is Michelle, and she has a very round figure, not fat, but with a little extra weight. She makes up for it with her very large tits, the kind you just wanna stick your face in between and make motor boat sounds even though such an action would make no fucking sense. You met her your freshman year of college when she would sit next to you in one of your core classes and you'd let her copy your notes. You'd asked her out then, but she'd had a boyfriend. Then last summer on a routine trip to your regular spot you'd found her working as a waitress and the two of you'd gotten re-acquainted, but never past the level of casual friends.

Well whatever your friendship may have been before, it seems to have taken a step up as she wraps her arms around you in a hug and presses her tits into you. This causes some involuntary movement in your dick as the hug lingers for a little longer than a casual friend would.

“What brings you out tonight?” she asks as she releases you.

“Same as always.” you reply. “Got bored of studying things I already know so I thought I'd grab a beer instead.”

She seems ready to respond when she sees a customer waving at her to get her attention. “Well I've got tables to take care of but go ahead and sit down somewhere and I'll try not to take to long.” And with that she's off. You stare at her ass for a second before turning back to your possibilities for the evening.

After scanning the room for another few seconds your eye is drawn to another table around the bar at which sits a small party, two of which are two girls you know. Their names are Jill and Emily, and you know them to be sisters. They both have dirty blonde hair and are the small bodied types. Aside for the slight differences in their faces and the fact that Emily, the older one has slightly larger tits, they look almost exactly alike.

Then after one more quick scan of the bar you spot the back of the bar where the pool tables are and a lone figure stands. You've never spoken to her before but you've seen her around town and you think you've heard that her name is Tori. Tori is a smokin hot goth girl complete with pale white skin, raven black hair, and full blood red lips. Tonight she looks especially smokin hot with a top that looks like a corset, a short black miniskirt, and some awesome fishnet stockings leading down to her black leather thigh high boots. You've never been into the goth lifestyle but this girl could convert you.