Let Karina lead the way

I had been looking forward to cockfishing, to be honest. I had high hopes about it. My big cock had allowed me to score with both Crystal and Karina in ways I hadn't been expecting. I was excited to see what type of woman I could pick up next. But alas, who was I to deny this pitifully drunk, sexy woman a good fuck after last night? I would just do it fast and good, wait a few minutes for my cock to come back to life, and hit the warehouse again. For real, people were partying like it was the end of the world, and I wasn't going to be the one to miss it.

But for now, I let a very drunk Karina lead me outside. Periodically, as we made our way out, she would slow down or stop to rub her big ass up against me again and whisper ridiculously dirty things in my ear. It started out sexy, but began to border on funny.

"Remember last night? Well, there's more- there's some more ass wheere that came from. Come- haha, cummmm- why don't you come and get it," she was slurring a lot of words now. Once we were outside the warehouse she pushed me up against a wall and leaned against me, facing me. She took both my hands and put them on her ass, pressing them into it as if encouraging me to grope and squeeze her ample ass cheeks. I obliged.

"Aren't I just bootylicious?" she asked. She was very proud of her ass, I had gathered.

"Yes," I said with no hesitation. The tequila was hitting me pretty hard now. I realized I must have had the equivalent of 3 or 4 shots in the last five minutes. I slipped a hand under her dress and ran my finger along Karina's ass crack.

"Ooooh," she cooed, "that's all tingly."

All of a sudden I heard a familiar voice. I couldn't place it right away in my newly drunk state, but a red flag went off in my head. Karina perked up too.

"Shit!" she whispered, smacking my hands away from her booty.

"What?" I asked. Then I saw a man walking toward us and finally placed the voice. It was Rick, the asshole of a line cook I had stolen weed from.

"Hey!" He shouted, pointing at both of us. He was still far enough away that he couldn't hear us talking in our hushed voices.

"You know this guy?" I asked Karina.

"Well," she said, then quickly, as if ripping a band-aid off, said, "He's technically my boyfriend. He said he was working"

"What?!" I was floored by this new information. Man, was I on this guy's shit list. But right now, he couldn't prove that I had stolen his weed or had anal sex with his girlfriend.

"Hey, what the hell?!?" Rick had finally reached us at the wall of the warehouse.

"Hi," I said, hoping he wouldn't remember my face from earlier, "I was just taking Karina back to the train. She's not feeling well."

"Well, yeah," he said gruffly, "When she drinks, she doesn't know her limits. Fuckin' dumb." He paused, squinting to study my face in the dark night.

"Are you the mother fucker who stole my weed?" he asked pointedly. Uh oh. Good thing I didn't have a moral issue with stealing from this asshole and then lying about it.

"What?" I said, "You have weed? Let's do it!"

"Cut the shit," he said, not buying it, "you owe me $200"

"What?!!" I exclaimed, "Okay, one, I did not steal anything from you. And two, how the fuck would that small handful cost $200???!"

He glared at me, tight-lipped with his eyebrows raised.

"Oops," I said. I was drunker than I thought. My cover was blown.

"Forget it. I'm just gonna beat the shit out of you now, you can give back the weed or pay me later, and then we'll call it even. Probably trying to hit on my girl, too."

"She is a woman," I said defensively, but in retrospect I probably should have protested the accusation that I was hitting on Karina, not his word usage.

"Yeah, fuck you, Rick!" shouted Karina out of the blue. Apparently she had some built up resentment for her 'boyfriend.' Startled, rick turned to look at Karina.

She casually took two giant gulps of tequila, then looked at him.

"Y que??" she said, as if it was a challenge. Rage started to enter the expression of shock on Rick's face. He grabbed both of her shoulders and gave her a forceful shake.

"Listen here, you bitch," he snarled, "I'm not gonna stand here and take this shit from-" Before he could go on, Karina vomited tequila all over his face. It wasn't a forceful vomit, but their faces were inches apart. Rick looked mortified for a second before he started screaming obscenities and ran off, wiping his face with the front of his shirt as he stumbled back to the train in the dark.

"Yikes," Karina said, and looked at me.

"Here," I said, holding out the key card to my dorm "if you're feeling good enough to make it back, stay in my room. It's C34."

"I do feel better," she said, "I think that helped. In more ways than one."

"Good," I said, "In the morning, you got some explaining to do."

I approached a group of people heading back and they happily agreed to make sure Karina got back okay. It wasn't long before their silhouettes disappeared into the night.

Well, that was an unexpected turn. I once again faced the warehouse.