The Denny And Devon Plan

Odd how you never really know what’s expecting you at night. I do the same thing every weekend, Dennis and I spend the night out every weekend, usually hit the same club, Level Down. Dennis would go hit on some bartenders, sometimes I’d join him, we’d take them out, bang them, never see them again. That’s the plan, the Denny and Devon Plan.
We went out as usual to Level Down, wearing our matching black leather jackets, bed hair, and our usual punk rock swagger. We went into Level Down, Denny takes his usual seat by the bar, I sit by the table and just look hot as usual. Ashley, the usual bartender comes up to me, she already knows what I’m about. Ashley sat across from my table and tangled her fingers in her wavy blonde hair. Ashley was sexy and tall, long blonde hair, nice rack with cleavage clearly visible from her low cut top. As she sits she crosses her legs, she doesn’t give it all away in the first three minutes, even though she knows I’ve been in that miniskirt. Her scarlet lips curved into the grin that I know very well and I watched as her gentle hand slid across the surface of the table to hold mine.
“Hey Devon” She finally said.
“Hey Ash” I said, matching her tone of voice.
“I’m lonely” She said, her gaze peeking through the hair that covered her forehead.
I smirked, She knows I know what that means, and I broke my gaze from her eyes to peek over at the bar, Denny seemed to be chatting with a slutty-looking redhead, so I’m not needed here now, I’, sure I could spend some time alone with Ashley.
“Well I’ll keep you company” I said.
She gave me her seductive, sly little grin. “I’ll go pick up, my shift ends in ten minutes.”

And just like that she let go of my hand and stoop up slowly, she turned and walked towards the door next to the bar, her round ass shook from side to side as she walked, and that was always pleasing to watch. As I waited for my escort to finish her shift I looked around the crowded club, but in a short while my gaze was caught by another person in a nearby table. She had relatively short auburn hair, black eye shadow and black lipstick. We made eye contact as she was sipping at her martini, I couldn’t help noticing how slender her curves were, she leaned back in her chair and her chest was pronounced through her jacket from the fishnet top she was wearing. She was light-skinned and very attractive, and after she took her final sip from her martini she puckered her lips teasingly towards me.