Phil groaned as the girl in black lingerie unzipped his black jeans and slid them down his pale legs. His back arched and his wide shoulder blades pushed off the cracked tile wall as the girl took his length in her mouth.
He brought the lit cigarette between his fingers to his lips, taking a long drag before releasing the puff of smoke previously contained in his mouth as the girl on her knees in front of him worked him up.
Moans filled the empty bathroom as the girl bobbed her head, Phil tugging on her hair slightly. She emitted exaggerated moans that vibrated through the boy's body, enhancing the experience.
The boy relaxed and pushed his head against the wall, closing his eyes, and allowing the feeling of alcohol and pleasure to spread through him.
After a few more drags, Phil finally reached the release he craved, the girl popping off just before and asking him if she was to swallow. He nodded slowly with his eyes still closed, acknowledging that he would have to pay more, then finally letting go, coming into the girls mouth.
She popped off, lapping the remnants of the white substance up, and getting up from off her knees. The heels she had on gave her a few inches, but she still wasn't quite as tall as the boy.
"Thanks, love," Phil murmured, stroking the girls cheek lightly with his thumb. He grabbed the cash from inside his jacket pocket with his free hand and stuck it out to her between two fingers.
"Anytime, sugar," she purred seductively, plucking the money from his fingers. Her hips swayed as she sauntered across the tile floor before pulling the door handle. She turned around quickly and winked before exiting the room.
Phil was left in the almost silent bathroom, almost silent if it weren't for the blaring music outside in the club.
He trudged to stand in front of one of the dirty mirrors, grime and substances he was quite sure he didn't want to know what of smeared on it.
Hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, some pieces sticking up in different places, his buckle was still undone, and his blue eyes shown brightly in the dimly lit area.
Damn, he thought to himself, I look hot.
He pushed the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray next to the faucet underneath the mirror, putting it out. Odd place to put an ashtray, he thought, but decided not to think too hard about it.
He turned the nobs on the faucet and watched the cool water pour over his hands. He dried them quickly then matted his hair down slightly.
The combination of blaring music and bright lights shining from underneath the door were coaxing him out to continue his mischief as the night was still young.
He gave in to the enticing idea, yanking the door open to see people grinding on the dance floor and people taking shots at the bar.
"Where've you been?" Pj asked as Phil slid into a bar stool next to him.
"Oh.. places," he smirked, remembering the girl at his knees, peering up at him. Pj laughed and took the shot in his hand.
Phil called the bartender for one, then gulping it down quickly. They both stumbled off to the dance floor and began grinding into girls that weren't dancing with anyone. The girl that Phil caught the attention of spun around and moved her body in time with his.
They laughed and danced until Pj finally tapped his shoulder, then gripping it and dragging him out of the club.
"What the fuck Pj?! I didn't even get the girl's number!" Phil complained as they both got into the car that Pj had previously ordered.
"Shut up," Pj replied, telling the driver in the front where to drive them.
"Whatever," Phil sulked, glaring out the window, choosing that over glaring at Pj.
The drive was awkward and silent just like any other night. The driver finally pulled up to Phil's flat building and the two boys said their goodbyes before Phil stepped out of the car.
He lazily made it up to his flat and collapsed on his bed. The clothes he wore reeked of alcohol and sweat. He managed to peel of his jacket, shirt, and jeans before falling into a deep sleep.
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im going to try to make the chapters longer but this'll have to do
