Lil Lennie 01 - Sex Stories

Lil Lennie 01

... described our usual customers because after a shift in the Glass factory, I mean, they may be the ones who throw a hissy fit, so?"

Oh, oh, oh, wait for it, folks because all of that was another win! And I'm so close to turning 21 that it shouldn't matter anyways.

[The Jeans Shop on the Strip front door chime jingle, jangle]

"Oh, Lil Lennie, I thought you moved to Wyoming! What can I help you find, sweetie, hmm?"

"Oh, Gail, I was hanging out at the club yesterday and I had so much fun that I'm going back to the club this afternoon, I mean, tonight, yeah, technically tonight, so, um, I'm looking for a pair of those thick stretchy capri jeans, so?"

"Oh, well, let's start with which club that you're sneaking into this afternoon, Lil Lennie, I mean, are you sneaking into Hilda's Hideaway Strip Club or Kandi's Corner Nightclub or the Line Dance Club or maybe into the Lolli Pops aged appropriate dance club, hmm?"

"I mean, Gail I have a personal invite to hang out at the Rickety Rail Tavern club this afternoon, um, I mean, today, tonight, so, that club."

"Okay then, since that's where the glass factory workers go to unwind after a shift, sequins are out, sweetie, but my shop just doesn't carry stiff cotton factory work pants, so, um, look around for some Lycra blended long jeans over there and a top or something and good luck at that old rickety, tee he, club."

Well, I was in the market for form fitting new jeans anyways, so, I won that one too.

"[The ...

... dressing room door opens] ta, da!"

"[The frustrated sales clerk] um, try again' Lil Lennie, unless you like unwanted club sex."

[Ten minutes later]

"[The dressing room door opens] ta, da!"

"[The frustrated sales clerk] um, what part of "sequins are out" didn't you understand, try again."

[Ten minutes later]

"[The dressing room door opens] ta, da!"

"[The frustrated sales clerk] well, winner, winner, chicken dinner, those jeans drape you and form fit you nicely, Lil Lennie, so, ding, ding, ding, we have a clubwear winner."

[At the cash register]

"Gail, is washing hands together in the club's restroom sex? Like brushing teeth together, hmm?"

"[Ring, ding, ring, cash out] um, I don't think so, Lil Lennie, but I suppose one thing might lead to another thing, but seriously, you have to stop referring to the Rickety Rail Tavern as a club. But I will say that brushing teeth together really brought Randy and myself together, like big time, but brushing teeth together is strictly house or hotel stuff, so, stay away from that in the club, argh, I mean the tavern."

Well, I heard about brushing teeth together from another blog, so.

[Later, back at the Rickety Rail Tavern club, but after the baby shower people were knee deep into it on the upper floor. But is sounded nice since there was so much giggling and stuff]

"Oh, I'm Jack and I work at the glass factory, so, can I buy you a..."

"Thanks, but no thanks, Jack. I'm not one of those bar flies who go ...