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Click and Drag. Standing in line at the downstairs toilet. They guy that comes out has a big grin on. I enter. There on the sink sits a pro domme with Victorian dress hiked, she's wiping herself off. I'd just needed the room to set up a couple of boosts. So I figure to share with her. She wants more sex though. Just as we reach an agreement on the configuration of the act wouldn't you know, the light bulb in the ceiling blows out. On the edge of the sink my boosts are lost to sight so I crack the door to let in the light from the hall, do the things, and get a nose bleed. There is no toilet paper in the room. So I tell the domme to wait just a minute while I dash to the bar for a napkin. She says, "I'll be right here with my socket in the air for you." With her dress up over her waist, both hands on the toilet rim, her naked ass is swaying. I edge out the door of the toilet where there is a line of five or six people giving me a dirty look. I just nod back at the door shut behind me and tell them all "She's cleaning up for a minute." The downstairs is totally packed but I get to the bar and nab a napkin. Before I can turn around from the bar this huge woman wearing a spiked dog collar, two Heidi braids, and engineer boots, a lip ring and a Heckle and Jeckel tattoo over her cleavage, has her hand on my ass. She asks me if I want to "Go to the Men's Room." "Sure thing," I reply, " but I want you to do me with a beer bottle so why don't you get one for me here and meet me in the toilet, just cut the que at the door, I'll be inside prepped and waiting." Needless to say, I wiggle through the crowd and head for the upstairs. Halfway up the stairs this skinny college boy starts to chat me up. He's in a pair of dark jeans and a leather harness with a leather police hat cocked on his brow, black lipstick, dark eyeshadow and sparkly geranium-colored long fingernails. He fingers my collar, the one with the wisdom teeth and tells me, " I like a good thrashing and you seem like the one to supply it tonight." I'm stuffing a blood-streaked bar napkin up my nose and dying for a smoke and a whiskey so I say, "I guarantee some sweet bruises," while I pinch his ear. "But I need another napkin, catch one at the bar for me and just meet me in the first toilet downstairs, cut the line, I'll be inside waiting." About a half hour later while lounging in the Versailles room puffing a tuna with, I think it was, Merlin, I notice the pro domme and the huge Heidi humping eachother near the front bar. When I leave hours later, the skinny college boy is sitting on the curb of 14th Street near the bagel store, he's smoking a cigarette. The neon lights show off his bruised eye and fat lip. I feel good. I know what people really like.
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