Chapter 8
by 
mshiner
What's next?
Back to the bar
Turns out Gretchen was kind of a dud. They can’t all be winners though. Anyway, I still had around 2 hours left with my monster, and it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve picked up more than one girl in a night.
I no more than walked through the door before a short girl with black hair and big tits walks up to me and grabs me by the waist.
“Dance with me!” She exclaimed.
For fucks sake, it wasn’t 9:00 yet and this girl was wasted. But, she was cute as all hell and I figured I could move quick with this one.
“You have to tell me your name first.”
“Brittney!” Figures. Every time I meet a Brittney they’re fucking crazy. Or a Tiffany. I may regret this, but she looks like she could be wild in bed, so I go with it.
Just then she seemingly changed her mind, “No! We have to do shots! Let’s do shots!”
She’s either gonna be so drunk she won’t know I’m actually fucking her or she’s gonna pass out at the bar.
