I needed to get drunk. More drunk than I already was. So instead of going back to my apartment, I decided to stop by the club I'm going to be working at.

I've heard about this nightclub. It's a very popular spot here in New York. I don't know why I haven't checked it out already, especially since I love a good alcoholic beverage and dancing.

The line is so long that it stretches almost two blocks. Thankfully, the line moved pretty quickly, so it didn't take long before I was next in line.

The tall, bulky bouncer they have stationed at the entrance is dressed in a tight black shirt. He looks down at me with a look that would probably send a shock wave of fear through everyone else. But not me. I wasn't the type to scare easy.

He doesn't say anything as he nods, allowing me entrance. Thanking him with a smile, I walk inside. I look behind me, noticing that he's blocked off the entrance.

I can't help but grin at the angry people outside as they send death glares my way. I guess the club had reached its full capacity.

Turning back around, I take in my surroundings. There's laser lights, a DJ, and a smoke machine. The place is jam packed as people grind, make-out, and laugh with one another. My eyes zero in on the bar and the handsome man tending it.

It's been two weeks since I had some fun. Well, actually I take that back. He was hot, but the man was a bore, and failed to make me come.

It took him less than three strokes before he was calling out his mother's name and profusely sweating all over my body.

Just thinking about it makes me one want to jump off a cliff and into shark infested waters.

Walking over to the bar, I make myself comfortable by sitting down on the stool and leaning in real close to the bartender. I stare into his blue eyes, biting my lip seductively.

He smiles, trying to hide the blush that warms his cheeks. I hold up two fingers as I maintain eye contact. "Two shots of Tequila please," I say, my eyes raking over his name tag. "Ethan."

He nods, reaching behind the counter before setting two shot glasses down in front of me. "Anything for the beautiful lady."

He turns around grabbing the unopened bottle of Tequila on the top shelf before facing me and pouring it into the glass.

I pretend to be impressed by clapping my hands and giving him a small smile. I was a pro mixologist for three years, so I know a newbie when I see one.

Downing the two shots in seconds, I push the empty glasses towards him and motion for him to lean in with my index finger. I was horny and already starting to feel the buzz.

He leans in, my lips brushing his ear. "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes." I point to the women's bathroom before stepping down from the stool and walking away. I can feel his eyes on my ass as I make my way towards the bathroom.

Oh how I just love the power I hold. These men are nothing but dogs in need of some attention. All you have to do is tease them with a treat, pet their head while praising them, and they come running.

Walking into the bathroom, I check under each stall to make sure it's empty. Once the coast is clear, I reach behind me and unzip my dress.

Slipping out of the tight garment, I pick up the dress and place it on the sink counter. This bathroom was nice and surprisingly really clean, but this dress was way to damn expensive to just be leaving it on the floor.

The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing fills my ears. I whip around, my lips curving up into a grin when I see Ethan, the bartender, walk in.

He locks the door behind him, stepping towards me with a matching grin on his face as his eyes scan over my body in approval.

He snakes his arms around my waist, pulling me to his chest. His lips come crashing down onto mine. The kiss is sloppy and eager.

It's not as aggressive as I would have liked it, but it was enough. Reaching down to unzip his pants, I wrap my fingers around his cock and pull it out.

Caught off guard, he breaks our kiss and glances down. "Impressive." I hadn't expected him to be this big. "Your cock is so pretty," I coo.

His face flushes red. "T-thank you."

I can tell that I'm making him nervous, which brings a smile to my face. Reaching up to plant a gentle kiss on his jawline, I begin stroking the length of his cock. "Did you bring a condom?" I ask.

"No, sorry."

How irresponsible. Why are all the handsome men so damn stupid?

I fight back the urge to roll my eyes. "It's fine." I use my free hand to reach down into the bosom of my bra and pull out a condom.

His cock is hot as it twitches in my hand. He releases a grunt, followed by a very low moan.

Tearing the packet open with my teeth, I spit the foil onto the sink counter. I stop stroking right before he can reach his release.

His grunts have intensified, his face beet red. I simply smile, roll the latex onto his cock, and turn around.

Placing my hands on the sink counter, I shove my panties to the side and stare into the mirror.

Avoiding the reflection of a little girl who's been neglected, rejected, and utterly broken down by her parents so many times, I focus my attention on the hot bartender.

He grips my ass, positioning himself between my thighs. When I feel him enter me, I let out a surprised gasp. I can feel him deep inside me.

It's been a damn long time since I've had someone this big. I just hope he knows to use it, because the last guy sure as hell didn't know.

His thrusts start out soft, so I push my ass back onto his cock to hint that I want him to go harder. When he doesn't catch the memo, I simply say, "harder damn it."

I was way too damn horny for his stroke game to be this weak. I needed my back blown out. I wanted to walk out of here with scoliosis.

He picks up his pace, but it's just not enough for me. I roll my eyes, growing frustrated by the minute. I feel like I'm being humped by a fucking rabbit in heat.

"This isn't going to work." I stop him by grabbing his cock and pulling him out of me. My eyes widen when I feel him shudder and come into the condom.

You have got to be fucking kidding me!

I pull my hand away, trying my best to hide my annoyance. The men always get what they want. I still have yet to experience a glorious, explosive, and earth shattering orgasm.

I straighten up and grab my dress off the counter. I then grab a Kleenex and wipe between my thighs, before shoving the tissue into the pocket of his pants.

Quickly slipping on the dress, I adjust myself and run a hand through my hair. He looks down at his pocket with confusion. "That's a little souvenir for you to remember me by," I tell him.

"So you came?" He asks, his face lighting up with hope.

I smile, reach up to cup his cheek, and plant a quick peck on his lips. Pulling back, I give his face a gentle slap. "Aw, bebé(baby)."

His face drops into a saddened frown. "The tissue is just to remind you that that big, pretty cock of yours was a waste of time." There was not a damn drop of anything in that tissue. It was as dry as I was.

On my way out the door, I stick my hand under the sanitizer dispenser and wave goodbye. What a waste of time.