Aga Gives Hub A Cock Sleeve

I’m newly unemployed, down on my luck; my prospects of collecting unemployment benefits are slim. I’d only been employed for 3 months. And that after being fired by my previous employer. It’s my second termination in quick succession. But fuck it. I need a drink before heading home to break the news to my girlfriend.

Maybe she would be sympathetic, after all, I’ve been working hard to make it past the probationary period. Extra hours, whatever it took.

Or maybe that will piss her off… the fact that I wasn’t around as much. I’ve been promising her that I would make up the back rent as soon as I was solid. I had the money, but I wanted that one last pay period while on probation to be over before I relaxed and let go of the money.

And now I was fucked. Pink-slipped. Redundant. Of all the fucking luck! One Irish Whiskey was down the hatch already. I loved the peaty taste. I ordered another. It was going to be the last one, I swear! Then I was going to head back to the apartment and break the sad news.

An ugly twerp of a man sat down next to me at the bar. The little man was no more than five-four I swear, maybe five-three. Balding with gray hair, and talkative. Fuck me! He wanted to talk, as if I wanted to talk to anybody. I reached for my drink when the bartender set it in front of me.

“Don’t drink that,” he said. “The bartender put something in it.”

My first drink had me a bit fuzzy, but why would the bartender add something illicit to my drink? He was the fucking bartender for crying out loud! He could get fired for something like that. Besides, I’ve been seeing the bartender here for a couple of years at least. The twerp, I’ve only become aware of in the last 10 minutes.

I looked at mister short, gray and talkative like he was crazy, “Leave me alone,” I said.

That’s when she showed up. Statuesque she was. Every bit as tall as me. Stacked like a brick shit house. Honey blonde hair. Pouty lips, deep scarlet. I couldn’t help noticing her in the mirror behind the bar. Oh my god, her nipples were hard and poking out so much the front of her dress looked like she had two nails that badly needed nailing flat. I think the dress was some kind of blue. It matched her eyes.

I ogled her. I’m human, for crying out loud. I mostly saw her tits pointing at me. Her body was all but begging to be looked at. And my girlfriend, sitting at home, probably thinking I’m working late again. Fuck me that woman standing next to me was so hot! I shook my head. I’d be screwed if I didn’t get home to the apartment soon. I grabbed my drink and chugged it in a swift gulp.

Fresh alcohol burns down my throat, warming my gullet. With finality, I thumped the snifter down on the bar. “I’m outta here,” I informed my audience.

I turned away from the bar and pushed off toward the door.

Fresh alcohol burns down my throat, warming my gullet. With finality, I thumped the snifter down on the bar. “I’m outta here,” I informed my audience.

Damn it, I just did that! I turned away from the bar and pushed off toward the door.

Fresh alcohol burns down my throat, warming my gullet. With finality, I thumped the snifter down on the bar. “I’m outta here,” I informed my audience.

Fuck. Why is this happening again? I turned away from the bar and pushed off toward the door.

Words are echoing in my mind. “Oops, I lied. It wasn’t the bartender, it was me.”

Fresh alcohol burns down my throat, warming my gullet. With finality, I thumped the snifter down on the bar. “I’m outta here,” I informed my audience.

Oh, hell. I’m stuck in an endlessly repeating torment. I turned away from the bar and pushed off toward the door.

My eyes snap open. That’s a mistake. What light there is, coming from a bare light bulb in a lamp stand, burns into my optic nerve like a red hot poker. My mouth is dry and I try to swallow. Fuck. I can’t. Something is pressing against my tongue. I almost gag trying to swal