Martin, this is my bar. So that was it. Isn’t there a bachelor party there tonight? “Don’t wear yourself out before it’s my turn,” the other bouncer told me. “Wow, I’ll have to think about that; once a week could be a lot,” I responded. “How many people are here, Martin?” I asked. I
I showered, shaved, and made myself pretty. I walked home from the hotel Sunday afternoon, and it was a beautiful, warm, sunny day. I thought about bringing up the weird stuff happening at my bar since we were there last, but I didn’t believe he knew anything about it. “Yeah, I wouldn’t get my hopes up on that one,” I replied skeptically. “Umm, maybe thirty or thirty-five,” he said
“Wow, that’s a lot of men,” I said, getting more nervous. I looked again in the mirror, the mask did hide all my features, and my tits did look good being served up on a platter, round and firm, but with my ugly puffy nipples.
