Coma

I'm sitting on ***** with my buddy and mainly people***** knows.
She's with me.
A couple days after we met on a *****.
We met early for drinks, met up with my boy, then headed to a house.
Now we're on one of those ****** crass classless contraptions headed to the strip club.
I've been drinking at a moderate pace but my low calorie day means I'm feeling it hard.
The warm fuzziness of inebriation is spreading from head to toe. I know I'm in for the long haul tonight.
I will not be making it back to my place.

She sits on my lap as a stripper dances to Marilyn Manson onstage.
I could care less and barely even see the dancers.
Her petite frame feels good on my lap and I'm hard.
Her dark hair spreads before me tucked over her shoulder and that's sexier than every pair of tits put together in the rather spacious strip club where we sit.

We talk frankly and honestly about our pasts and then the talk grows idle and she presses up closer to me and feels my dick. She smiles and, gives me the coquettish look that strums across the fiber of my being and I know where this night will end.

The words fall away and I wish we were alone but we have more stops to make unfortunately.
Le sigh.

We head to another bar and I let her mingle around and some other guys chat her up.
I realize I'm unintentionally doing string-cat/pull/push with her and I note to myself Good Job for not even doing it on purpose.

The night ends as it always had to and we're in bed together.
I give her every opportunity to not have me fuck her.
The way she responds to my touch I know what she wants.
I give it to her.

She tells me I don't have to be *******
My kind of girl.