Where the wicked go to play
When i turned 30 my girlfriends and i went to this bar one of them had heard about from a friend. It was a normal, bar not that many people so we were getting ready to go when the bartender asked us for "the code word". We had no clue what he was talking about. explained that this was our first time and it was my birthday. He gave us a smile and said ill let you in anyway. happy birthday. he guided us to a door in the back that said employees only. When the door opened all you could smell was pot, alcohol and s**. lots and lots of s**. Being the daring person i am i followed him with a few of my GF. some decided to leave. What followed was the greatest night of my life. the room was crawling with people. The was booze and drugs everywhere. And every where you looked people were having s**. so after a minute of drinking and smoking, we joined. It started out with us just making out with each other. but then as we got naked and i was going down on my friend this guy with the biggest w***** id ever felt came up behind me and shoved it in. It was the best thing id ever felt. another came over and started mouth f****** me. after that things get a bit blurry. I came to back in my house covered in c** and wasnt able to walk right for a week. Best. Birthday. Ever. we went back a week later and asked to get into the backroom. the bartender just smiled and said what back room? I know you are not going to believe me, but if this ever happens to you, you will understand.