Beef Strokin’ Off

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It had been a long day. The icing on the cake had been some Karen at the end of my shift practically demanding that I give her even more of a discount on an end table that was on clearance because it was discontinued. No matter how many times I told her I wasn’t authorized to do that, she just kept going on and on. Apparently, everyone else working the floor recognized her, because they all hid until she left in a huff threatening to talk to the manager the next morning.Assholes.I didn’t even bother going home before heading to the bar. I needed a drink, and I needed it bad. After a shot and two beers, I finally felt as if I wasn’t going to scream, and decided to head home.At about the same time as I was thinking about sliding out of my corner booth, I saw a girl slip off a barstool and walk toward me. She was pretty – from what I could see from across the dark bar, anyway – with long dark hair. She was wearing a pink top that was tight enough to show off a nice set of small tits, with another long-sleeved red shirt tied loosely around her neck for some reason. A pair of denim shorts that revealed nice legs completed the picture.I assumed she was legal, since she was in otele gelen escort the bar, but she barely looked eighteen to me. Though she was walking right toward me, I still doubted I had anything to do with her destination. I’m not bad looking, but I was dressed in my blue work shirt and slacks. It practically screamed retail, and that’s not exactly a chick magnet.To my surprise, she stopped right in front of me and said, “Hi.”“Hi,” I answered.“Want a hand-job?”It’s a good thing I’d finished my drink, because I almost certainly would have done a spit take.Did she just say what I thought she said? I stared at her in disbelief for a moment, and then asked, “What?”“I asked if you wanted a hand-job. Interested?”“Just like that?”She giggled and sat down opposite of me. “My friends and I are doing the Beef Strokin’ Off.” Apparently, she could tell that I had no idea what she was talking about, so she elaborated. “It’s a contest to see who can jerk off the most guys in a week. I give you a handy, and take a picture of your peen after I make you come. So?”There’s no way this isn’t a joke or a scam, my inner voice balgat escort warned.“You’re cute, so I’ll show you my tits too.”Much to my amazement, she took a quick look around, grabbed the tail of her shirt, and jerked it up to flash me. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so even as brief as it was, I got a nice look at her perky, somewhat pointy little handfuls.“If you want a better look…” With that, she stood up.I couldn’t tell you what was running through my head in the few seconds I sat staring at her. I can tell you that between seeing her tits and her promise to jerk me off, I was hard as a rock.I slid out of the booth.She giggled, waved for me to follow, and headed toward the door with her little ass swaying. Right before the door, she waved to three other girls about her age who were sitting at the bar. They all waved back and laughed when they saw me following her.Outside the door, she turned and walked toward the corner of the building. I followed, but slowed down considerably when I realized she was going to go around the back of the building. I stopped about ten feet short of the corner.When she realized I was elvankent escort no longer following, she smiled and gave me an impatient wave.I shook my head and held up a hand. “You know what, that’s okay.” This reeked of a set-up. There was probably some guy waiting to dump something on me, beat the hell out of me, or rob me. I turned toward the road, planning to walk home and look over my shoulder the whole way.“Hang on,” she said as she walked toward me.I paused to look back and saw her approaching and pulling her phone out of her back pocket. The screen lit her face as she tapped and swiped. When she reached me, she turned the phone to face me.It was a picture of some guy’s dick in what I assumed was her hand – dripping cum. She quickly swiped to what was obviously a different, smaller dick. A third flick of her finger revealed dripping dick number three.I looked away and said, “Yeah, okay.”“Seriously. It’s just a game. I’m going to show you my tits, jerk you off, and take a picture.” Her free hand slipped between my legs and she let out a quiet squeal when she squeezed my erection. She giggled and said, “Nice.”She let go of my hardon, gave a brief tug on my belt, and twitched her eyebrows. I fell in step behind her as she returned to the corner of the building.This is where you get knocked out and they harvest your organs, I thought as I turned the corner, but she was the only one there.She turned to face me, walked backwards for a couple of steps, and flashed her tits again. I found myself walking faster.

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