Poetry On The Bathroom Stall

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"Not my boyfriend," she murmured over Hideaki's lips.

"Not your boyfriend...but I think I would do." He caught her lower lip on his teeth, tugged it, and gave it a nip.

Laurie in her drunken mind and the blinding lights with the deepening roared of the crowd over blasting sounds - didn't feel so alone.

In the arms of Hideaki, she was swaying to the song in her head, and his hands groped her ass as she swayed back and forth with him.

She closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest. She breathed a faint smell of Nicky's cologne from Hideaki's shirt. And for a moment, Laurie doesn't feel so broken.

She didn't say anything when Hideaki started kissing her neck in the middle of the dance floor. She just swayed to the music while her hands went under Hideaki's shirt, and started scratching his back in a slow manner.

With what she did, Hideaki went braver. His hand roamed to her naked back as soon as he took off her shirt from being tucked in her pants.

With one hand still on her ass, he pushed and ground his erection into her groin while they were swaying to the music in the middle of the dance floor.

"So hot," she shouted in the middle of the floor, throwing her hands up in the air, shaking her hips provocatively to Hideaki's body.

Clearly, she was out of her mind. She was so drunk, she started crying in the middle of the dance floor with hundreds of bodies bumping her.

The lights from the disco balls were too bright. It's so hard to open her eyes with its blinding lights. Especially that she got dizzier and dizzier the more she bounced her body together with the crowd.

She couldn't help it. With the energy of the crowd, her body moved as one of them. Her brain was so intoxicated with what was happening. With the roaring of the voices, the panting, and the sweaty bodies, she lost her inhibitions.

She felt good. She felt high. She was dizzy.

She gagged and threw up in Hideaki's shirt.

"Shit," someone said in the crowd.

She heard Hideaki apologize but she just giggled, not caring and oblivious to what was happening.

He pulled her out of the dance floor, still plastered on his chest. Good thing everything she puked was all just bile. She must have drunk with an empty stomach.

He took her to the comfort room where a bouncer was standing guard in the middle of the narrow hallway that separated the man and woman's toilet.

The club management put a muscled guy to stand guard a toilet because drank people love to make out inside the bathroom stall.

"Women's only," the muscled guy who was clearly unhappy being on duty guarding the toilet not to be a make-out joint grumbled when Hideaki stood in front of him with a drunk Laurie hanging in his arm.

"She puked. I need to help her clean up," he said to the man with bulging arms, wearing a black shirt that seemed to be two sizes too small for him because it looked like the sleeve was about to tear in his biceps.

"Yeah, sure," he said with a knowing smirk.

"Hey, man. It's not what you think." He tried to explain. He was a bit guilty because he did touch Laurie in the middle of the dance floor.

But this time, he truly wanted to just clean Laurie up and also his shirt. He smelled disgusting. However, the yellow bulb behind the beefy guy, cast a shadow over him that made him formidable.

Hideaki gave up explaining. It is clear the guy won't believe him, hence, he pulled his wallet and took out some 100, 000 yen. He watched the eyes of the man with bulging muscle, bulge out of its socket.

He handed him three 100,000 yen, "Just going to clean her up," he said.

The man took the money and shoved them in his back pocket and cocked his head to the entrance of the women's toilet.

"The last stall has a lock," he said after him.

"Just cleaning her up," he answered the muscled guy.

When they entered the toilet there were three other women on the sink counter. The first sink near the door was occupied with two girls retouching their makeup. It seemed they just arrived at the club because they still looked sober, unlike Laurie in his arm that was totally wasted, the same with the other girl using the middle sink as her personal vomit sink.

The two sober girls, scrunch their noses with the smell of vomit permeated the air. The exhaust fan, noisily humming on the wall, didn't do anything with the disgusting smell of the vomit.

However, he has no choice because he has to freshen up Laurie. He pulled her to the sink at the end of the sink counter for it was a bit away from the vomiting woman.

He put his hand under the tissue dispenser and found it empty.

Laurie was about to join the vomiting woman next to them when he quickly maneuvered her to go inside the last stall and just in time, Laurie was able to vomit in the toilet bowl.

While Laurie was hugging the toilet, he took off his shirt to wipe the liquid bile that soaked his skin. He was wiping his chest with some toilet paper when finally Laurie stood up from kneeling on the floor, flushed the toilet, and closed the toilet lid.

"Feeling better?" he asked when she sat down on the closed lid of the toilet bowl.

"Heh," she grinned.

She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pulled him closer to her. Hideaki didn't stop Laurie from unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

He didn't stop Laurie when she pulled down his jeans until they fell to his knees. He didn't stop her even when pulled down his boxer and released his half-hard shaft.

He just watched her when she put his penis into her mouth, and she started bobbing her head up and down like she did when she bobbed to the music on the dance floor.