It took me only a few seconds to realize Bill had sent me to a fucking gay bar. I had one good long sip of my drink before I surveyed the bar. On the drive, I concluded although I was not hammered, I was feeling pretty buzzed.īuzzed enough to pay the ridiculous thirty dollar cover, buzzed enough to not question when the massively steroid built bouncer insisted that they keep my driver’s license till I left the club, buzzed enough to sign a piece of paper just to get into the bar and buzzed enough to not notice the complete lack of women in the place as I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. The bar was a bit out of the way, so I got a taxi to get me there. Remembering Bill’s mentioning of that sure thing bar I figured what the hell, I would check it out, maybe even get laid. after a long boring day of meetings, a supper with clients that included a little too much booze and goggling at hot waitresses in short skirts, I returned to my hotel drunk and horny. I said I already had plans but we would see what happens. I fucking guarantee even an average looking dude like you will be a sure thing.” “True,” he agreed, “but this place is legendary. I quipped, “Yeah and you will fuck anything.” His smug smile should also have been another clue. In retrospect that was the hint of what was about to happen to me, but I didn’t catch it.
