A short story. If you take the time to read it, please let me know what you think.
Brooke's Friday Night in the Big Town
Brooke just got off work after a long day in the big town of Oklahoma City. She is your typical hair stylist; Young, hot, and crazy. Her parents have money so she really didnt have any needs in the world. Daddy pays for her car, condo, and all other bills. Mom pays for her True Religion Jeans and her Coach purses. Brooke is a blonde in her mid twenties with everything going for her. However, she never felt good about herself. Her mother always told her she is too fat, to plain, or just ugly. Of course she is none of these. In fact she is very pretty and an all around fun girl.
It is Friday, a gloomy day but it is unseasonably warm in January. Brooke unlocks her door just after 8. She really hates coming home to an empty house. On her coffee table wedding magazines are strewn about. Brooke has been obsessed with being married for as long as she can remember. However, there is no current candidate for her husband. In fact, there is a long list of losers in her wake. There was the guy who turned out to be gay. He was two years younger than her and was in hair school at the same time. Brooke really loved his big dick, but neither he nor anyone else has ever given her an orgasm. There was another guy in hair school, he turned out to be a drug addict; and lately there was the bisexual girl, Tammy, who just started working at the salon. Tammy seduced her and played with her mind then left her crying. It was Brookes first experience with another woman. It could never work, she didnt even like to eat pussy; but Brooke needed to be needed. What the Fuck, Brooke thinks to herself. Just because I am a hairdresser doesnt mean I have to fuck hairdressers. Oh fucking well!
Tonight was a meeting, with her rich friends from high school, at a local dive bar called The Cock of the Walk, how ironic. Tonight is a good night for the little black mini skirt that shows the incredible legs that came from years of cheerleading. No panties tonight, it makes her feel naughty. B, what her friends call her, jumps into the shower to wash and shave her pussy. A girl has to be ready in case she meets that perfect guy. In her mind she wonders, Why am I shaving my twat? She has never had a one night stand and is to self conscious to even let a steady boyfriend see her naked.
She turns the key; her Infiniti G35 comes to life. Of course, Daddy bought it. Turning onto the freeway she is sad and excited. The Cock of the Walk, the Cock as the locals know it, is in the heart of the city in the artsy district. Its been around since the 60s and is now the dive bar that all the cool people go to. It doesnt look like much; the sign is tattered and rusty. Once inside you notice the linoleum tile has probably been there since it opened. It has the corners chipped off and probably doesnt see a mop very often. There is a huge big screen TV in the corner that has been there since 1982 and probably hasnt been dusted since at least 85. The staff has been there for years and knows all the regulars. It is one of those clich bars where everyone knows your name.
When Brooke arrives, the bar is filling up; smoke rolls out into the night every time the front door is opened. She is looking particularly good tonight and has the B smile that all her friends love. She walks in, every guy in the bar notices. She ignores their stares and sits in the corner with her friends. Brooke is not a beer girl, so she orders the latest cheerleader drink. After about an hour, the shots start coming from all the guys who think they have a shot at the sweet stuff. You can see them all over the bar high fiving their friends and hoping she gives them the time of day. Brooke is quickly getting drunk; a young good looking regular named Taylor catches her eye. He sent her a jager bomb and has been making eye contact most of the night.
Taylor finally walks over and introduces himself. Brooke does the same, sort of. Im B she replied. The friends who were with her all night are suddenly spread around the bar. B is there alone, no panties, drunk, and with a brand new hard dick. They talk most of the night; Taylor keeps the cheerleader drinks coming. Finally, last call arrives. Luckily for Brooke, Taylor lives right across the street from the Cock in a garage apartment. He graciously offers her a place to sleep off her buzz. No sex, he promises to be a gentleman. B is perplexed, Taylor is a well dressed, well spoken, mid twenties professional. Why does he live in a garage apartment that is highly coveted by the local college students? Hmm, oh well, she is drunk and horny. No matter how much she wants to deny it, her first one night stand is upon her. A 26 year old hotty should be getting some strange cock occasionally.
Taylor and B make it across the street and up the stairs. He immediately starts kissing her and groping under her sexy black dress. Brooke barely gets a chance to look around the apartment. However, what she does see leads her to believe that Taylor is another loser about to go on the list. She spies dirty dishes in the sink, empty beer bottles on the counter, and clothes thrown on a chair in the living room/bedroom. Taylor seems to be very aggressive going right after the sweet stuff! B wonders if this could be her first orgasm; that thought quickly goes away. Taylor is close to her age and fucks like it too. She slows him down enough to get the condom on. Then its over. Damn! One more added to the list and still no orgasm. Within minutes Taylor is sleeping after his mind blowing 3 minutes of sexual conquest. She looks out the only window in the apartment and sees the rusty Cock of the Walk sign. It looks lonely just like her. The bartenders are still inside cleaning up. Can she make it back to her car without them seeing her? Will they think she is a slut or just another victim making the walk of shame from Taylors house? She walks down the stairs; they werent this loud and creaky when she went up earlier. The January night has taken over for the unusually warm January day. Its fucking cold! The wind runs up her skirt and hits her bare twat making her shiver. She gets to her car, cold leather on the pussy! Why is everything cold on the sweet stuff? Is it payback for the hump me dump me she just perpetrated? Brooke is happy and embarrassed at the same time. The drive home seemed extra long, maybe because of the alcohol, or maybe it was disgust creeping into her psyche. What would her mother think and why does her mother cross her mind after she had just been laid?
Friday night in the OKC is almost over. She turns the key in her front door, alone again.
Brooke's Friday Night in the Big Town
Brooke just got off work after a long day in the big town of Oklahoma City. She is your typical hair stylist; Young, hot, and crazy. Her parents have money so she really didnt have any needs in the world. Daddy pays for her car, condo, and all other bills. Mom pays for her True Religion Jeans and her Coach purses. Brooke is a blonde in her mid twenties with everything going for her. However, she never felt good about herself. Her mother always told her she is too fat, to plain, or just ugly. Of course she is none of these. In fact she is very pretty and an all around fun girl.
It is Friday, a gloomy day but it is unseasonably warm in January. Brooke unlocks her door just after 8. She really hates coming home to an empty house. On her coffee table wedding magazines are strewn about. Brooke has been obsessed with being married for as long as she can remember. However, there is no current candidate for her husband. In fact, there is a long list of losers in her wake. There was the guy who turned out to be gay. He was two years younger than her and was in hair school at the same time. Brooke really loved his big dick, but neither he nor anyone else has ever given her an orgasm. There was another guy in hair school, he turned out to be a drug addict; and lately there was the bisexual girl, Tammy, who just started working at the salon. Tammy seduced her and played with her mind then left her crying. It was Brookes first experience with another woman. It could never work, she didnt even like to eat pussy; but Brooke needed to be needed. What the Fuck, Brooke thinks to herself. Just because I am a hairdresser doesnt mean I have to fuck hairdressers. Oh fucking well!
Tonight was a meeting, with her rich friends from high school, at a local dive bar called The Cock of the Walk, how ironic. Tonight is a good night for the little black mini skirt that shows the incredible legs that came from years of cheerleading. No panties tonight, it makes her feel naughty. B, what her friends call her, jumps into the shower to wash and shave her pussy. A girl has to be ready in case she meets that perfect guy. In her mind she wonders, Why am I shaving my twat? She has never had a one night stand and is to self conscious to even let a steady boyfriend see her naked.
She turns the key; her Infiniti G35 comes to life. Of course, Daddy bought it. Turning onto the freeway she is sad and excited. The Cock of the Walk, the Cock as the locals know it, is in the heart of the city in the artsy district. Its been around since the 60s and is now the dive bar that all the cool people go to. It doesnt look like much; the sign is tattered and rusty. Once inside you notice the linoleum tile has probably been there since it opened. It has the corners chipped off and probably doesnt see a mop very often. There is a huge big screen TV in the corner that has been there since 1982 and probably hasnt been dusted since at least 85. The staff has been there for years and knows all the regulars. It is one of those clich bars where everyone knows your name.
When Brooke arrives, the bar is filling up; smoke rolls out into the night every time the front door is opened. She is looking particularly good tonight and has the B smile that all her friends love. She walks in, every guy in the bar notices. She ignores their stares and sits in the corner with her friends. Brooke is not a beer girl, so she orders the latest cheerleader drink. After about an hour, the shots start coming from all the guys who think they have a shot at the sweet stuff. You can see them all over the bar high fiving their friends and hoping she gives them the time of day. Brooke is quickly getting drunk; a young good looking regular named Taylor catches her eye. He sent her a jager bomb and has been making eye contact most of the night.
Taylor finally walks over and introduces himself. Brooke does the same, sort of. Im B she replied. The friends who were with her all night are suddenly spread around the bar. B is there alone, no panties, drunk, and with a brand new hard dick. They talk most of the night; Taylor keeps the cheerleader drinks coming. Finally, last call arrives. Luckily for Brooke, Taylor lives right across the street from the Cock in a garage apartment. He graciously offers her a place to sleep off her buzz. No sex, he promises to be a gentleman. B is perplexed, Taylor is a well dressed, well spoken, mid twenties professional. Why does he live in a garage apartment that is highly coveted by the local college students? Hmm, oh well, she is drunk and horny. No matter how much she wants to deny it, her first one night stand is upon her. A 26 year old hotty should be getting some strange cock occasionally.
Taylor and B make it across the street and up the stairs. He immediately starts kissing her and groping under her sexy black dress. Brooke barely gets a chance to look around the apartment. However, what she does see leads her to believe that Taylor is another loser about to go on the list. She spies dirty dishes in the sink, empty beer bottles on the counter, and clothes thrown on a chair in the living room/bedroom. Taylor seems to be very aggressive going right after the sweet stuff! B wonders if this could be her first orgasm; that thought quickly goes away. Taylor is close to her age and fucks like it too. She slows him down enough to get the condom on. Then its over. Damn! One more added to the list and still no orgasm. Within minutes Taylor is sleeping after his mind blowing 3 minutes of sexual conquest. She looks out the only window in the apartment and sees the rusty Cock of the Walk sign. It looks lonely just like her. The bartenders are still inside cleaning up. Can she make it back to her car without them seeing her? Will they think she is a slut or just another victim making the walk of shame from Taylors house? She walks down the stairs; they werent this loud and creaky when she went up earlier. The January night has taken over for the unusually warm January day. Its fucking cold! The wind runs up her skirt and hits her bare twat making her shiver. She gets to her car, cold leather on the pussy! Why is everything cold on the sweet stuff? Is it payback for the hump me dump me she just perpetrated? Brooke is happy and embarrassed at the same time. The drive home seemed extra long, maybe because of the alcohol, or maybe it was disgust creeping into her psyche. What would her mother think and why does her mother cross her mind after she had just been laid?
Friday night in the OKC is almost over. She turns the key in her front door, alone again.
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