Novel & Cerita 2 Blondes Walk Into A Bar

For once, I just want to feel something different. We arrive at the bar, and luckily we’re third in line. The bass from the music vibrates through the walls, mixing with the sound of rain pounding against the sidewalk outside. Neon lights flicker above the entrance, casting everything in shades of red and blue while groups of drunk college students stumble past us laughing. By the time we finally make it inside, my three roommates; Eliana, Kylah, and Anya are already leading the way, practically racing toward the bar like their lives depend on getting drinks within the next thirty seconds.

Someone with endless energy, no strings, just pure animal shit. I shook my head fast and pushed it away. No way. I’m married. I’m a mom. But the seed was already planted and my pussy throbbed hard, fresh wetness leaking out. I crossed my legs tight trying to stop it but that just made it worse. Then the door banged open with all this noise. Three college boys walked in hollering and high-fiving like they owned the damn place. Life of the party. Tall, athletic, that cocky swagger that screamed young and full of cum. The blond one with the messy hair slapped the bar for beers. His buddies flanked him: dark-haired and quiet, and the other with tattoos and a permanent smirk. They laughed loud, c

Stronger compared to the aurumn I have encountered before. I crossed the road to the bar. I walked through the alley again as if there was always a fiesta. When I entered the bar, I was greeted by smoky, noisy, and full of cigarette smoke. My eyes searched for Blake. I can definitely easily see him because of the color of his hair but when I saw nothing I went to the bar counter. Before I got there, there were other women holding my chest and offering me to join their table. Others are still touching my manhood so I just smile and nodded.

Except this very much wasn’t just any other night. “This way,” Blair calls over the music, guiding me toward a sleek locker room. We stash our phones and coats in the provided lockers—discretion is key here, it seems—and make our way to the bar. Blair signals to the bartender, a pretty blonde with messy hair and a wicked smile, from behind the counter. They exchange friendly smiles. I see how the bartender's eyes pause on Blair before shifting to me, interest flickering on her face. "Well, well hey Blair," the bartender drawls, eyes flicking between us with curiosity. "Who’s your gorgeous friend?"

Rhysand. I stand behind the bar at my club and watch the dance floor. Two blondes are dancing together under the low, dim lights, wearing tight, skimpy dresses and grinding against each other with reckless abandon. Their hips sway in an off-tune beat and they’re well past tipsy, stumbling into each other and laughing their asses off. “Come on, handsome. Join us,” they giggle. A year ago, this scene would’ve pulled me in like a magnet. I’d flash a smile, pour them another round, and by closing time, both of them would sit in my car, heading back to the penthouse for a wild night.

Poison walked into her house with the blonde hot on her heels. She turned to face her. " What kind I offer you? " " A bottle of beer if you don't mind, " Cat said giving the woman a smoldering look. Poison locked eyes with the blonde for seconds, heightening the tension between them before he turned to go to his kitchen. She bent into her fridge to bring out two bottles of beer one for herself and the other for her guest and when she turned around, the blonde was standing directly behind her putting within hair breath of each other.

But the only difference that I can see between us is that she seems a little bit older. The bell on the door chimes, and someone walks in. I recognize my mother immediately. She is a stark contrast to the woman who is sitting in the booth. In the low lights of the bar, her hair looks almost black. In contrast, the blonde woman looks comfortable sitting in the bar. My mother shuffles from foot to foot. She is unsure of where to go. The blonde woman gets up from her seat, walks over to my mother, and holds out her hand. My mother hesitantly shakes the woman's hand.

Luke just watched them with a wide smile etched on his lips. *** "States? It's huge. It's impossible that not once, you didn't hit on any beautiful woman there. They're everywhere," Earl said as they walked up the stairs to the second floor of the bar carrying his glass of wine. The then quiet bar suddenly turned very noisy. It is also painful to the eye as the different colors that serve as light throughout the bar case are on and off, there is a part where only blue light is visible.

“Good. Just keep your head down. Make your money. That’s the game.” Lucy nodded. “I know. No more surprises.” But she had barely finished her sentence when the doors to the club opened wide, and the whole place shifted. Every girl froze. The music didn’t stop, but it felt like the air changed. Barry walked in. He looked the same, dark suit, cold eyes, hands in his pockets like he owned the entire world. His steps were slow and calm. But this time, he wasn’t alone. A tall, beautiful woman walked beside him, her heels clicking softly. She wore a slim white dress, her red lips matching her nails. Her hair was curled perfectly, and her eyes scanned the room like she didn’t care for it.

As we approached the bar, we saw two very delicate women leaning over the counter trying to ask the bartender for a drink, but without success. - Hey, man! - I called the bartender's attention, gesturing with my hand. Can you serve them or is it too much to ask? - I asked seriously. - Sure! You got it. What can I get you? - Martini, I think it would go well with the ladies. - I answered with a cynical smile and Nando just watched me quietly. - No, we'll have tequila. Tonight we're going to have a blast. - one of them, who seemed to be the most animated, waved her hands in the air excitedly.