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CHICK WITH NO HAIR
SOREN
FLASHBACK
I’m nineteen now. I’ve lost count of how many women I’ve been with, even though I’m still young for my age. I’ve also got a fling right now, Mildred. She’s a brunette, and she’s really pretty.
No, we don’t have sex. We just... you know, chat. We go out and hang around. It’s all pure innocence, no sleaziness involved. But I don’t really know what we have. Obviously, we’re not friends because she knows I’m gay. We’ve been going out together for the past five months now.
“Thanks, bro,” I said, handing a tip to the barber who cut my hair.
He looked at my hand in confusion. “But... you’ve already paid?”
I took his hand and placed the tip there before heading out.
Hmm, the haircut was really good. I think I’ll always come to him for my trims.
I quickly got into my car to go out and party. It’s Saturday, and there’s no work tomorrow, so I’m free to drink.
When I arrived at the bar where I always hang out, I immediately ordered a bucket of beer.
“Miss Soren, we have a new drink. Would you like to try it?” The bartender, Greg, greeted me with a wide smile.
He’s also a friend of mine. He’s been working at this bar for years and has always served me delicious mixes of alcohol.
Yes, I love drinking on weekends, but I don’t know much about alcohol, as long as it’s good, I’m in. Lol.
“Sure. What’s the drink?”
He presented a sophisticated-looking bottle.
Whoa, looks expensive.
“Sweet Paradise. Drink it and it’ll increase your chances with the ladies tonight.”
I got excited suddenly.
Lots of chicks plus lots of drinks equals lots of action. I need to get my tongue and fingers ready tonight.
“I’ll take that bottle. I’ll use my credit card.”
“No need. Sir Grie said it’s on the house for you.”
I insisted on handing him my credit card. “Yo, I support his business, so I’m not taking anything for free.”
Even though my brother makes a lot of money from his bar, I’d never take free drinks here. It’s his business. He spends thousands here, and I won’t just take advantage. Nah.
After I got the drink, I quickly tasted it with the chaser.
I grimaced.
It’s strong! I could feel the heat of the liquor all the way down my throat. Damn!
But soon, the heat disappeared and it tasted sweet. Wow.
It’s different, huh?
I drank more, and just in time, a chick sat next to me.
I casually glanced at her. She’s a redhead with curly hair. Her skin isn’t too exposed, but every movement she makes is graceful.
My type of woman. Not trashy.
I looked down.
Whoa, nice legs.
“Hi,” I greeted her with a smile. I was a bit groggy, but that’s okay. Like Papa Franku’s outro: ‘Let’s get some pussy tonight~’
She turned to me.
And I was stunned.
She has green eyes. So beautiful. It would be great to take this chick home. I mean... look at those eyes. Goosebumps. So sexy when she looks at me, especially when her eyes drop to my lips.
Fuck.
She tucked her hair behind her ear. She smiled at me and extended her hand. Our gazes met again.
But I didn’t take it.
I just stood there, staring like an idiot. She’s really stunning.
Damn. She’s hot. And her jawline is so defined, her lips are full, and her nose is sharp. But those eyes are the real deal here. She hasn’t done anything yet, but I feel weak.
“Hi?” she said.
But I quickly regained my composure when she spoke. “Why do you have such a deep voice?” I asked in surprise.
Wait, is she trans?
“A-Ah,” she smiled demurely, “I’m hoarse.”
Ah... So this is what it’s like for her to be hoarse? Like a frog trying to be a woman? Ah, yeah, maybe.
I offered her an extra chaser, "Try this one. I've been drinking it for a while."
But she didn’t take the drink I offered. Instead, she took my glass that was on the counter and drank from it while staring intensely at me.
Holy fuck. I'm getting wet down there. She’s beautiful, yes. But why... shit, it must be the alcohol.
I didn’t say anything more. I took my chaser and poured some more liquor into it. I drank straight from it, avoiding eye contact with her because I felt embarrassed.
It’s frustrating because it seems like I'm the one getting shy now.
Fucking how? What the fuck is happening to me? I’m good at flirting, but—
Ah, whatever!
I kept drinking even though I could feel her gaze on me.
Until I was really getting dizzy, but I knew I still had some clarity left in me.
Then I heard Greg—the bartender at my brother’s bar.
"Sir Marshall?!"
What? I didn’t hear what he shouted.
"Shh! Shut up!" Why does it seem like my chick’s voice got louder? Yikes.
I took the woman’s hand, which was very odd for me because her hand was large for a woman. And... it was muscular.
"Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" I asked softly, "Only if you want to, you know. I'm not forcing you to—"
I was stunned when she kissed me first. Her grip on me was so tight as if she broke her restraint. And her lips are so fucking weird. But they’re delicious. Her lips are so nice to kiss despite the strange texture and taste. Sweet, but... argh, just weirdly delicious.
She immediately pulled away and quickly stood me up. I felt like I was floating in the air. Then I realized we were in a private room. I was kissing her back, but I couldn’t keep up because she was better. I was running out of breath and her kisses were almost overwhelming—yeah, she’s that eager. And I like it.
But I was on tiptoe to reach her, SHE'S TALLER THAN ME. And she’s not wearing heels! What the fuck? Argh. My head is pounding!
"Oh, shit. Easy, baby," I managed to say when she bit my lip hard. I couldn’t see her clearly because of the single light on, but it was okay because... fuck, she's really good at kissing.
I don’t let my women taste me because I’m the one doing that... I'm the dominant one. But dang it, her mouth is something else. And I know, her lips and tongue could do better down there.
And even though I don’t "serve" down there, I want her to do it to me.
"I'm on top," I said. I was about to get up but she stopped me. I ended up lying back on the bed and, well, I was naked. I didn’t even realize it.
Damn, this woman might be wilder than my brothers when they pick up chicks! Too wild!
"F-Fuck, wait!" I screamed when she was already at my belly.
Because, well, it tickles. She's licking my navel, and slowly, her head was moving down to... there, below. I was still wearing underwear there, but...
What am I? A grade-schooler?! I'm so damn wet and excited. This is the first time I've been a bottom. And I didn’t think it would feel like this to be served.
And she continued moving down to her target.
I bit my lip as I grabbed her hair... which came off suddenly.
What the fucking fuck?!
I sat up suddenly when her hair came off! Yes! It came off! Her hair came off!
What the fuck—
Suddenly, "gHorL" stood up and immediately ran out of the room while I was holding her red hair!
Shit—what the hell is this?!
I was stunned to find out that the hair I was holding was a wig! A wig?! SHE’S not a woman?! Why is she so beautiful?!
I screamed loudly. My drunkenness disappeared, damn it!
I quickly put on my pants and T-shirt, not bothering to put on my bra. Then I ran out of the room barefoot. When I got outside, I immediately shouted.
"THERE'S A TRANS WOMAN IN THERE! DON’T LET HER OUT! DON’T LET HER OUT, DAMN IT!"
All the people dancing stopped. Even the music stopped. And since the bouncers knew me, they quickly went to the two doors and blocked them.
"Ma'am Soren! Someone has just run out dressed and without hair!" the DJ shouted into the microphone.
Shit, she’s already out?!
I ran out of the bar as fast as I could, almost crashing into the large bodies blocking the door, but I didn’t care!
But when I got outside, all I saw was a sports car speeding away.
Shit!
“M-Miss Soren?” I heard Greg call me.
Annoyed, I faced him, "Didn’t you recognize her? I was really groggy earlier. I wasn’t in my right mind."
He trembled as he shook his head, "N-No. I don’t know her. Hehe. She’s not a regular here. As long as she’s not McGregor."
Huh? Oh, Gregorio must be losing it from shaking all those drinks, tss. And McGregor? How did they get mixed up here? Besides, the only McGregor customer here is boss Marshall—the incredibly handsome one. We’re not close because he’s even grumpier than my Chinese neighbor.
But...
Damn! Who is that pervert?!
And yes, since then, I never drank alone again. I always had company because I love getting drunk.
When I find out who that was... I will really twist her arm!
I whispered to myself with determination, "Mark my word."
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