The beat of the last track elevated Katie May's heart rate, and the most recent shot of Tequila lowered her inhibition even more. She laughed hysterically with her girlfriends Kristen Schwartz and Bella Tangredi, as they bumped and pulled into each other on the dance floor like a trio of drunken pin balls. This night was Kristen and Bella's intervention for Katie, who had been single for fourth months and had moped around in a pitiful sorrow for just as long. Kristen settled her drunk posse, pulling their heads close for a secret meeting in the middle of the club. Kristen raised the matter of the four men who had been chasing their skirts, trying to charm them throughout the night. She also conveyed she had private knowledge of several powder rooms up on the loft. The girls took a gander at the four men by the bar, who looked elated by their sudden attention. Kristen called dibs on the tall, brown-haired one. Bella liked the one that had a bushy beard and looked like a lumberjack. Katie took another gander. There were only two options left. As sad as it was, Katie thought, there is four of them and only three of us. One of them will miss out tonight. Katie proclaimed that the lucky winner was the man with the shoulder-length blonde hair who looked like he could be a life guard.
"That one?" Kristen protested, "I'd go with the other one."
Katie turned her head and snooped again.
"You mean the nerd in the glasses? Plaid shirt?"
Kristen confirmed with a nod, "You've been suffering from a long drought, Honey. Mr. Lifeguard is a one-pump-chump! You wanna drown this little lady."
Kristen gave Katie's crotch a tap, and the posse erupted into giggles again.
"How would you know?"
"Oh, I know. I just know these things," Kristen remarked confidently with a drunken flick of her hair.
"She really does," Bella chimed in.
"Hell, no! I've made up my mind,"
One after the other, the three girls towed their playthings up the spiraling steps to the balcony. The three men were briefly sympathetic to their solitary friend, but left him nonetheless. Sure enough, Kristen was right about the vacant and forgotten powder rooms situated down a narrow, unlit hall further away from the ruckus. Kristen and the brown-haired one shot into the first room. Bella and her lumberjack occupied the next room. Katie scurried her way to another room further down, pulling Mr. Lifeguard with her.
The room was dark and smelled of cigarettes. Katie blindly pressed her palms against the wall and found a light switch. Dim lights from the vanity mirror glowed.
"This will do!" Katie said excitedly as she scampered to the mirror and sat atop the countertop.
Mr. Lifeguard rushed to her and they mashed their mouths together.
"Alright, that's good. I'm ready," Katie said after the brief formalities.
The parched girl stood and spun around, presenting her ass to Mr. Lifeguard. Mr. Lifeguard was eager too. He unzipped his pants, hoisted Katie's black mini dress, and peeled down her G-string. With held breath, Katie welcomed her first cock in nearly half a year. The entry was a euphoric release. Mr. Lifeguard thrust again. His thickness inside of her was marvelous, but Katie sensed something was awry. Another thrust came, and with it, the sound of a defeated man. Katie opened her eyes. She saw herself in the mirror, but more importantly the rumpled face of Mr. Lifeguard over her shoulder.
Kristen's voice echoed, "One-pump-chump!"
To be fair, it was three pumps, but still equally woeful. Katie let the man finish. He stepped away in shame. Katie restored her G-string and mini dress. Mr. Lifeguard cowered to himself, pulling his pants up. Awkward.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Its OK," Katie replied, stretching a momentary smile.
Katie and Mr. Lifeguard exited the powder room and walked in burning silence down the narrow hall. They passed Bella's room where Katie could hear her screaming something in Italian but was clearly having a good time. Then they passed Kristen's room where she was yelping to the sound of slapping.
