Last night, I went out for a drink with my friend Amy.

I was trying to hold up my end of the conversation, but the new bartender — a guy I’d never seen before — distracted me as he moved back and forth behind the bar. He was tall, muscular, and dressed in black. He had the best ass I’d seen in a long time; I couldn’t wait to take him for a ride. Amy knew me well enough to know exactly what was going on in my dirty little mind. I licked my lips. I just knew by the way he swaggered that he’d be a good fuck.

Just then, our friend Sam walked in, waved at the bartender, and sat down with us. “Your friend the bartender is pretty hot,” I told him.

“Brad is easy,” he said. I was a little surprised when Sam called him over and said a few words to him.... Read More