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More Than I Bargained For

... glass down and fill it with Jack Daniels. I looked up at him with a questioning glance. “It’s from Reaper.” “Reaper?” “Yea. Guy with the shaved head.” “Ok,” I giggled. “Tell Reaper I said thanks.” The bartender then went over and poured Reaper and his buddy a shot also. I do not like doing shots ever, but being where I was and dressed as I was, I decided that it would help take away some of that nervous edge that I was still feeling. “Hey, sweetie,” I heard Reaper call out. “Down the hatch, hon.” It took two gulps for me to get it down. It burned, as I grimaced as I purposely let my body shiver and shake. I took a quick slug of beer to wash away the whiskey. Still trying to recuperate from the sting of the whiskey, the bartender filled my shot glass up again. “This one is from Badger.” “Badger? They have some unique nicknames, don’t they?” “They do, honey.” “What is your name, then?” “Just Red.” “Nice to meet you Red,” as I held out my hand daintily. “Your name,” as he took my hand? Name? Name? What name. I had not thought about what name I would use, but I heard myself quickly responding with my usual, “Amanda or Mandy.” I watched as Red the bar tender filled Reaper and Badger’s shot glasses. “Mandy,” I heard Badger yell. “Raise your glass sweetie. “ I raised my glass up. I put the shot glass to my lips and swallowed the fiery brew in two gulps. I could feel the whiskey burn its way down to my stomach. The whiskey was having an effect. I got off the bar stool and leaned ...

... against the bar and rested my big breasts on top of the bar. It was making me feel more relaxed, and also heightened my femininity in that I was being more brazen and even flirty. I would push my breasts out and kick my hips to one side and push my padded plum ass out. Was this all a mistake fluttered through my mind. “This one, hon, is on the house.” “Uhg,” I said grinning as I fluttered my eyes. “This is the last one for a while,” I said. This time the bartender joined us as my clouded mind heard him say, ‘bottoms up.’ I swirled the whiskey in my mouth and swallowed hard. I then watched as Reaper started to walk over to me. In the brief seconds that it took him to stand by me, I quickly reassured myself that I looked very, very girly. “Mandy, right?” “Yes. Reaper, right?” “Yep.” “How did you get the name Reaper?” “Long story. More of a joke than anything. Damn, Mandy, you definitely fill out that top and love that skirt on you.” “Thank you,” I giggled to myself. “When I was a kid I was shapeless and then, you know puberty hit.” “God bless puberty,” Reaper grinned. “Want to do another shot?” “I have a buzz now. Maybe in a little bit, but not just right now, but I will have another beer.” I watched as Reaper motioned to Red who was talking with Badger. Red quickly brought over another beer for me. I drank the beer quickly as I wanted to maintain my buzz and the high level of femininity that I had reached. In between sips of beer, Reaper and I laughed and chatted. The high level ...