Reminiscing on a Night Out

Earlier this year, I went out to meet a girlfriend of Mine (that cuts My hair bad-ass) to get drinks at this new bar a douche-bag colleague of Mine helped bar-tend/open that night.

He's just an unimportant and uninteresting as I'm sure you all are, and he grows a beard, wears vests, talks real slow to sound intelligent and like he has something to say (which he doesn't ever) and used to live in New York so..fill in the douche-blanks.

Onto more important information, I had thigh high boots, a mini skirt, a black collared tank top, and red lipstick on, so it's safe to say I looked fucking hot. I'd have done Me in the bathroom.

ANYWAY, I arrived first and some rando offered to pay for My drink. I had the douche-bag attempt to make Me an old-fashioned, which ended up being absolute garbage. So the rest of the night I was drinking straight bourbon, which I've been known to do because I'm not a weak ass bitch. Per usual, the more I drank the more the night became entertaining, and the more My girlfriend and I started talking about how un-fulfilling, yet demanding some (nearly all) men are in bed.

She's been wanting to be a Domme for quite some time and I've been trying to talk to her into it. She was even offered to use a studio of a friend of hers up in the city and she turned it down, the lucky bitch :P

ANYWAY, long story short, a bunch of My other colleagues end up showing up, we get hammered, and I end up recognizing the owner as I guy who met Me for a cash-meet up once.

So, that was hilarious and unexpected.

And by the end of the night I passed the time by humiliating one of the clearly submissive strangers I charmed into paying for My drinks all night, sitting beside Me (because they were vaping), until I was sober enough to drive home.