Post by Stoner Shadow Wolf on Aug 24, 2008 5:38:44 GMT -5
Peter is an Elf. Like all elves, he is tall, and has pointy ears and skinny arms and legs. Peter is not just an elf, but an albino elf, marked by his green hair and blue corneas.
This earned him a lot of bullies throughout his childhood, and with no parents, he was doomed to an orphanage.
This is why the tip of his left ear is missing, as an unruly bully of his decided to make an example of the "freak with the moldy green hair".
But that was in the past, in fact that was literally history. not even his youngest bullies were still alive. in fact many of their children werent!
However, revenge would still be sweet for Peter, even if he never knew it, for tonight, he is about to get lucky with the great, great, great granddaughter of his ear munching bully.
It was a cool Feburary evening in LA. One of the hottest nightclubs in town just started kicking at the eleventh hour, and opened it's doors to the public, setting up a bouncer to keep the "cool" protected from the "lame".
the line was long, but Peter stood out in the crowd. as soon as his tall figure and green hair were visible, the bouncer whistled him over and shooed him in. "you've got the look, you're in."
Peter casually struts in and heads to the center of the room, mingling with the other patrons.
He manuvered his way to the corner of the bar and asked the cute bartender what was on the menu.
"well tonight is free sampler night, which means everyone who orders a drink gets a free sample plate. we also give one out for every 12 drinks. and you're in luck tonight, because rumor has it Britney Spears is showin up at midnight, and she is putting drinks on her tab to throw a huge party."
"that's just my luck! free food is on the menu tonight!" he laughed. He sat there chatting with the bartender for a few minutes when a scream was heard in the crowd that snapped everyone's attention to the front doors.
Cameras flashing, girls squealing, men rushing to the front of the night club, it was Britney Spears.
"For the rest of the night, all y'all's drinks are on me! it's party time" She announced.
"that was lucky timing, i was afraid i wouldnt get to eat for another 45 minutes! Barmaid! one shot of jack to get me started please!" Peter smiled.
The bartender smiled at him and rolled her eyes. "you sneaky bastard." she smiled. She ordered up a sampler plate and poured Peter his shot. as she returned the bottle, Peter stopped her "oh no, no, no, no, leave that out." he winked.
She blushed and smiled, leaving the bottle on the counter and turning to the kitchen to retrieve his plate of onion rings, mozerlla sticks, and buffalo wings.
Peter was on his third shot by the time she got back.
He pointed to her and reported, with dignity and honor, albiet in a loud and slurring voice "that's three shots on the lovely boobie lady's tab so far, can i get some taretar sauce with that, ok bees."
The barkeep placed his tray of samples in front of him and returned to the kitchen for the supposed order of tartar sauce.
Peter enjoyed his first round of dinner starting with the onion rings. as he reached the first buffalo wing, he pured himself and drank another shot of Jack Daniel's.
The cute Bartender returned with his tartar sauce, smiling at him. "here you go, sir. your tartar sauce." she smiled.
Peter had a low tolorance for alcohol, but was bound and determined to make it to 12 shots without passing out.
he yelled in a slur "what?! i lidint... huh?" his next phrase was run together words "i dont like tartar sauce!"
he poured another shot.
He devoured the buffalo wings and deep fried mozeralla sticks before pouring his sixth shot.
he began weeping and slurred "it looks like im all out of food!" he smiled with tears streaming down his cheeks as he poured his seventh and eighth shots.
the bartender tried to quickly comfort him with the prospects of food "oh, hon dont you worry, i can get another-" Peter interrupted her "you said every 12'th drink earns the meal, then by god im gonna make it to 12!" that flawless speach was instantly marred with "ive drunksix teensh shotsh of wiskeeee befour pazzing out! ikandothis."
As he poured his ninth shot, the bartender turned to the kitchen. as he finished the shot, he stopped her "stop! i will DO this" he demanded as he poured his tenth shot on to the floor but drank it anyways, wondering why that last shot seemed so easy to drink and didnt burn at all.
He poured his eleventh shot (even though this would only be ten) and set the bottle down, staring at his shot with the utmost concentration of a thai chi master, and the refined coordination of a two year old. "elevehhhn!" he said as he downed his tenth shot.
Somewhere between concentrating on setting down the wiskey and pronouncing his eleventh drink, the bartender disappeared to the kitchen.
Peter didnt notice, he just wanted to get his twelve shots done and over with.
He grabbed the bottle and poured the 12'th shot.
"heresh to a glorious new baby boy! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" he slurred and drank the twelveth shot.
Just as he was about to fall off his seat, the bartender arrived with his second sampler plate.
"NO THankSh none for mesh, but my friend here is starvingh, you should give him my food cuz HI im hungr- oh hey thanks!"
The bartender ignored him and hurried away, almost frightened by his drunken insanity.
Britney Spears' party had found it's way over to the bar as she ordered up herself and her new clique some drinks and appetizers. Peter had just finished his second sampler plate, and was taking a moment to rest his eyes on the countertop when her commotion broke his drunken nap.
"whowha? where did you come from boobs? i like boobs heh heh heh boobs" he slurred, drooling a little.
"Ew did y'all just drool on me?! you're gross!" Britney half freaked out.
"uhhh... am nungthl arrsry" He replied, as he stood up and stumbled toward the rest rooms.
He leaned against the wall and urinal and unzipped his pants. the drooling had already slowed down, and he was becoming more able to see straight.
As he urinated, his soberity picked up quicker. quicker and quicker he sobered up as he emptied his bladder till he was finally stone sober, and pee free.
He shook himself dry and heard someone enter the rest room.
He zipped up and heard that it wasnt a man.
He turned around and ran into Britney Spears.
She fell over, her skirt revealing what was underneath, or in this case, wasnt. Peter could see, clearly, that she was wearing no panties or even a thong under her skirt.
She sat, spread eagle on the men's room floor with her eyes closed and bit her lower lip as she began to masturbate right in front of Peter.
she moaned and suddenly opened her eyes, the sound of her own moans snapping her back to reality. she climbed to her feet "what? how did you get in here?" she asked, confused as to where she was. "here, let me help you." peter said, reaching out to steady her in his arms. "where am i?" she slurred as she fell into his arms. "mm you're comfey." she said. she swayed in his arms and peter gripped her and held her steady as she turned to face him.
She bit her lower lip and gazed into his eyes. He gazed back into hers as she felt around his pants. she found his cock and gave it a squeeze, his eyes shot open, and Britney tugged his pants off.
He quickly unzipped and buttoned them and let them drop. Britney licked her lips and began pleasing Peter's penis with her tongue and saliva. Peter moaned as she gave his throbbing hard cock a tour of her tonsils.
She stood up and looked peter in the eye for a moment and said "Fuck me."
Peter lifed her skirt just enough and immediately began pounding her. she drunkenly moaned in eccstacy. Moaned louder, louder, gaspped. she let out a scream and trembled as peter pounded her harder and faster. Peter was nearing orgasm, Britney was screaming in eccstacy, the late night customers of the popular night club stared at the restrooms, curious about who was playing rough in the men's room but not ballsy enough to find out first hand.
The customers could hear mufled screams of "fuck me! fuck me oh yes! fuck me! harder!" but tried to continue their evening unobstructed. no one in tonights crowd was offended, so the manager was never called out. Peter's lucky break.
This earned him a lot of bullies throughout his childhood, and with no parents, he was doomed to an orphanage.
This is why the tip of his left ear is missing, as an unruly bully of his decided to make an example of the "freak with the moldy green hair".
But that was in the past, in fact that was literally history. not even his youngest bullies were still alive. in fact many of their children werent!
However, revenge would still be sweet for Peter, even if he never knew it, for tonight, he is about to get lucky with the great, great, great granddaughter of his ear munching bully.
It was a cool Feburary evening in LA. One of the hottest nightclubs in town just started kicking at the eleventh hour, and opened it's doors to the public, setting up a bouncer to keep the "cool" protected from the "lame".
the line was long, but Peter stood out in the crowd. as soon as his tall figure and green hair were visible, the bouncer whistled him over and shooed him in. "you've got the look, you're in."
Peter casually struts in and heads to the center of the room, mingling with the other patrons.
He manuvered his way to the corner of the bar and asked the cute bartender what was on the menu.
"well tonight is free sampler night, which means everyone who orders a drink gets a free sample plate. we also give one out for every 12 drinks. and you're in luck tonight, because rumor has it Britney Spears is showin up at midnight, and she is putting drinks on her tab to throw a huge party."
"that's just my luck! free food is on the menu tonight!" he laughed. He sat there chatting with the bartender for a few minutes when a scream was heard in the crowd that snapped everyone's attention to the front doors.
Cameras flashing, girls squealing, men rushing to the front of the night club, it was Britney Spears.
"For the rest of the night, all y'all's drinks are on me! it's party time" She announced.
"that was lucky timing, i was afraid i wouldnt get to eat for another 45 minutes! Barmaid! one shot of jack to get me started please!" Peter smiled.
The bartender smiled at him and rolled her eyes. "you sneaky bastard." she smiled. She ordered up a sampler plate and poured Peter his shot. as she returned the bottle, Peter stopped her "oh no, no, no, no, leave that out." he winked.
She blushed and smiled, leaving the bottle on the counter and turning to the kitchen to retrieve his plate of onion rings, mozerlla sticks, and buffalo wings.
Peter was on his third shot by the time she got back.
He pointed to her and reported, with dignity and honor, albiet in a loud and slurring voice "that's three shots on the lovely boobie lady's tab so far, can i get some taretar sauce with that, ok bees."
The barkeep placed his tray of samples in front of him and returned to the kitchen for the supposed order of tartar sauce.
Peter enjoyed his first round of dinner starting with the onion rings. as he reached the first buffalo wing, he pured himself and drank another shot of Jack Daniel's.
The cute Bartender returned with his tartar sauce, smiling at him. "here you go, sir. your tartar sauce." she smiled.
Peter had a low tolorance for alcohol, but was bound and determined to make it to 12 shots without passing out.
he yelled in a slur "what?! i lidint... huh?" his next phrase was run together words "i dont like tartar sauce!"
he poured another shot.
He devoured the buffalo wings and deep fried mozeralla sticks before pouring his sixth shot.
he began weeping and slurred "it looks like im all out of food!" he smiled with tears streaming down his cheeks as he poured his seventh and eighth shots.
the bartender tried to quickly comfort him with the prospects of food "oh, hon dont you worry, i can get another-" Peter interrupted her "you said every 12'th drink earns the meal, then by god im gonna make it to 12!" that flawless speach was instantly marred with "ive drunksix teensh shotsh of wiskeeee befour pazzing out! ikandothis."
As he poured his ninth shot, the bartender turned to the kitchen. as he finished the shot, he stopped her "stop! i will DO this" he demanded as he poured his tenth shot on to the floor but drank it anyways, wondering why that last shot seemed so easy to drink and didnt burn at all.
He poured his eleventh shot (even though this would only be ten) and set the bottle down, staring at his shot with the utmost concentration of a thai chi master, and the refined coordination of a two year old. "elevehhhn!" he said as he downed his tenth shot.
Somewhere between concentrating on setting down the wiskey and pronouncing his eleventh drink, the bartender disappeared to the kitchen.
Peter didnt notice, he just wanted to get his twelve shots done and over with.
He grabbed the bottle and poured the 12'th shot.
"heresh to a glorious new baby boy! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" he slurred and drank the twelveth shot.
Just as he was about to fall off his seat, the bartender arrived with his second sampler plate.
"NO THankSh none for mesh, but my friend here is starvingh, you should give him my food cuz HI im hungr- oh hey thanks!"
The bartender ignored him and hurried away, almost frightened by his drunken insanity.
Britney Spears' party had found it's way over to the bar as she ordered up herself and her new clique some drinks and appetizers. Peter had just finished his second sampler plate, and was taking a moment to rest his eyes on the countertop when her commotion broke his drunken nap.
"whowha? where did you come from boobs? i like boobs heh heh heh boobs" he slurred, drooling a little.
"Ew did y'all just drool on me?! you're gross!" Britney half freaked out.
"uhhh... am nungthl arrsry" He replied, as he stood up and stumbled toward the rest rooms.
He leaned against the wall and urinal and unzipped his pants. the drooling had already slowed down, and he was becoming more able to see straight.
As he urinated, his soberity picked up quicker. quicker and quicker he sobered up as he emptied his bladder till he was finally stone sober, and pee free.
He shook himself dry and heard someone enter the rest room.
He zipped up and heard that it wasnt a man.
He turned around and ran into Britney Spears.
She fell over, her skirt revealing what was underneath, or in this case, wasnt. Peter could see, clearly, that she was wearing no panties or even a thong under her skirt.
She sat, spread eagle on the men's room floor with her eyes closed and bit her lower lip as she began to masturbate right in front of Peter.
she moaned and suddenly opened her eyes, the sound of her own moans snapping her back to reality. she climbed to her feet "what? how did you get in here?" she asked, confused as to where she was. "here, let me help you." peter said, reaching out to steady her in his arms. "where am i?" she slurred as she fell into his arms. "mm you're comfey." she said. she swayed in his arms and peter gripped her and held her steady as she turned to face him.
She bit her lower lip and gazed into his eyes. He gazed back into hers as she felt around his pants. she found his cock and gave it a squeeze, his eyes shot open, and Britney tugged his pants off.
He quickly unzipped and buttoned them and let them drop. Britney licked her lips and began pleasing Peter's penis with her tongue and saliva. Peter moaned as she gave his throbbing hard cock a tour of her tonsils.
She stood up and looked peter in the eye for a moment and said "Fuck me."
Peter lifed her skirt just enough and immediately began pounding her. she drunkenly moaned in eccstacy. Moaned louder, louder, gaspped. she let out a scream and trembled as peter pounded her harder and faster. Peter was nearing orgasm, Britney was screaming in eccstacy, the late night customers of the popular night club stared at the restrooms, curious about who was playing rough in the men's room but not ballsy enough to find out first hand.
The customers could hear mufled screams of "fuck me! fuck me oh yes! fuck me! harder!" but tried to continue their evening unobstructed. no one in tonights crowd was offended, so the manager was never called out. Peter's lucky break.
Keep it going.