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Finally, I realized it would be easier if I just ended this personally. The pretty boy said, “Well, you have a drink to finish and it would be very impolite to not at least say thanks.”Įvery time he kept saying cocktail I had to hold back laughter, men did not say cocktail. But I replied, “Um thanks, but I was just leaving.” I was proud of myself for not saying what I was thinking, which was shit you are a cocktail (he had a cock and he takes it in the tail). The ridiculously good-looking guy who could easily get any chick he wanted with just this looks alone, was obviously a knob polisher, which I bet a ton of woman felt was a shame, said, “Bulldog would like you to join him for a cocktail.” “Be careful what you say, straight boy, or you will end up in the hospital,” the bartender said, not offended but clearly issuing a warning.Ī guy who looked a lot like Matt Damon, but younger, came to the bar and said, “Ken, Bulldog wants another cocktail and another one for his new friend.” Shaking my head after the instant buzz from the drink, I quipped, “Looks like he already has some queer blowing him.” Some queer’s head was bobbing up and down, assumedly on Bulldog’s cock. Trying to prove I was a man I downed the drink.Īs I looked at him again, I noticed something I hadn’t before. He gave a nod, as if giving me permission to have a drink. Not wanting to offend the man who could break me in two with his bare hands, I took the drink he had bought and raised it to him. I glanced back at him, he had his drink in the air and was clearly giving me a toast. The bartender agreed playing with my words, “That he is, even with his pants on.” I looked to the table where a big, bald, black guy was sitting staring at me. “See that big muscular guy with all the tats,” he said, pointing to a table in the corner. “Oh you will be by the time Bulldog is through with you,” the bartender promised with a knowing smile.Ĭurious who supposedly had so much power, I asked, “And who is this Bulldog?” “The master of the house,” he answered, before adding, “and he loves fresh white meat.” “Who is Bulldog?” I asked, amused by the name. He leaned in and whispered, “You don’t say no to Bulldog.” “No Thanks,” I said, pushing the drink back. There was no way I was accepting a drunk from some faggot. “It is from Bulldog,” the bartender said, as if that ended the conversation.
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I decided to shoot my drink and get the fuck out of there before some queer thought I played on their fucking side.Īs I shot my first drink, the bartender placed a second drink in front of me. You fucker, I will get you back for this. There was not a woman in the place, unless you counted some of the fairies wearing punk scarfs or prancing around like queer pipe blowers and poop chute takers they were. It took me only a few seconds to realize Bill had sent me to a fucking gay bar. I had one good long sip of my drink before I surveyed the bar.
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On the drive, I concluded although I was not hammered, I was feeling pretty buzzed.īuzzed enough to pay the ridiculous thirty dollar cover, buzzed enough to not question when the massively steroid built bouncer insisted that they keep my driver’s license till I left the club, buzzed enough to sign a piece of paper just to get into the bar and buzzed enough to not notice the complete lack of women in the place as I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. The bar was a bit out of the way, so I got a taxi to get me there. Remembering Bill’s mentioning of that sure thing bar I figured what the hell, I would check it out, maybe even get laid. after a long boring day of meetings, a supper with clients that included a little too much booze and goggling at hot waitresses in short skirts, I returned to my hotel drunk and horny. I said I already had plans but we would see what happens. I fucking guarantee even an average looking dude like you will be a sure thing.” “True,” he agreed, “but this place is legendary. I quipped, “Yeah and you will fuck anything.” His smug smile should also have been another clue.
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In retrospect that was the hint of what was about to happen to me, but I didn’t catch it.