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Commission : The Seductive BartenderRight as I was lining up the shot, my vision got blurry.
I really shouldn't drink this must during my shift.
What else is there to do though?
As I can see the ball clearly again, slowly pulling my cue back,
"SAMANTHA! BEER!", their coarse voices ringing in my ears.
It used to be fun in here, or at least I thought so.
But after five years in this shady pub I guess I just don't care anymore.
I let out a deep sigh as I rest my cue on the pool table, heading towards them.
Why do I even stick around, serving disrespectful sexist nutjobs?
Well, the money is good and the tips are even better.
How ironic, they think that they are in control, throwing their money at me.
This is actually still one of the fun parts of this job,
a man's need to show off his masculinity.
I hop in the bar, open the freezer, picking up an ice cold mug.
Feeling the breeze sends these kind of vibes through my body.
I close my eyes, living in the moment, enjoying the cool, refreshing wave reaching my skin.
Making Out In the StreetA sharp pain travels through my body as we go.
All these hours of walking up and down the city streets are making me weak.
Lost in my thoughts, almost ready to faint, I just keep going,
running miles in empty lanes.
I slowly doze off again as the moonlight hits the ground,
a bright reflection shining on our faces.
We just walk and walk, no talking, unable to break the ice.
All of this, the city, the lights, the moon,
they seem so enchanting, peaceful.
My head slowly tilts towards him, minute by minute.
As we touch, I can feel a jolt.
He turns around, looking at me deep in the eyes,
holding my hands in his.
He points at a bench just right on the pavement next to us.
With my hands still is his he gently pulls me there.
How romantic, how nice, how cute.
It did take him some time but the first move is the hardest one.
He sweeps the seats and points at them,
waiting for me to go first.
I slowly descend, pulling my dress down, cheeks fully red.
The light of the moon shines on m
My Kinky Roommate [NSFW Ending Optional]Cottonwood seeds flying everywhere.
Wind blowing gently as the train slowly comes to a stop.
I am finally here.
A sense of freedom fills my heart.
Listing up as an exchange student wasn't that bad of an idea after all.
I get up. Awkward little steps to the end of the wagon,
waiting for the line to move, little by little.
I can see Jenny waving at me through the window as I go.
What a nice girl, letting me stay at her house.
Snapping out of it, I realise I have reached the storage area.
Cold sweat runs down my spine as I keep on looking through the bags.
Small, big, red, yellow, blue, but none of them mine...
Tears start running down my face, despair taking over.
What am I going to do in a foreign country without my suitcase?
Some time passes, me lying on the floor, sobbing.
Through my blurry eyes, I can see a familiar figure.
"Anna? Are you alright? What happened?", said Jenny,
kneeling next to me, taking me in her embrace.
I rest my head on her chest, sobbing, trying to
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