Ch. 6 – Trixie

Chapter 6:

Trixie

The next night after dinner I heard the live music kick in onshore again. Remembering my last encounter with the band’s resident fuck toy, I eagerly dinked into shore. Made my way to the bar and ordered a drink. As it was being poured, I scanned the crowd for the cheap slut who let me fuck her mouth and invited me for group sex. Saw her off to one side of the stage and made my way over to her.

“Remember me?” “Oh, God yes! You got me so fucking worked up, I turned into a raging nympho last night! The band went nuts fucking all my holes for hours! I was covered in cum, it was dripping from all my holes. They wondered what had gotten into me. You missed some outrageous shit last night.”

“Well, I’m back. Any chance I can get in on some of that action tonight?” “Absolutely! I regaled them with details of our, uh, encounter and they all wanted you to join in tonight. Why don’t you come back around 11 when they’re done. Besides, there’s an old guy at the bar waiting to plow my ass. Gotta take care of him first.”

Hoping to kill some time, I wandered down the street, slipped into the next bar. I sat at the bar sipping my beer and surveyed the crowd. Dozens of cunts, all dressed like whores, just looking for that magic cock. I tried to contain myself, saving my libido for later.

As I was minding my own business and without any encouragement, this adorable, tiny nymph climbed up on the barstool next to me. She was super cute and, well, just super petite. She didn’t even reach 5′ and couldn’t weigh more than 90 lbs., long blonde hair with bangs and the cutest smile imaginable, complete with dimples. Totally adorable.

She looked at me with that ‘come hither’ look, let out a big sigh and said “Hi! My name’s Trixie and I’m really bummed.” “Why so down, Trixie? Can I buy you a drink? Would that help?” “Sure. A Roman Coke would be nice.” When the bartender had the order, I asked again “So, what’s got you down, Trixie?”

“Well, I haven’t had any sex in over a year” she said, frowning.