Happy Hour - A Drunk Sex Story
As my eyes searched around the busy club, I reflected for a moment just how successful happy hour had become. With two promotions girls handing out flyers down town during the day, every evening at 7pm, I had a club packed with young hotties all eager to make the most of their money while on holiday, so they were getting half-priced drinks and drinking twice as much.
Among the young holidaymakers, my name was the hottest topic all over town and every night of the week Big Al’s was packed, which had three distinct advantages. Firstly, everyone wanted to be in on the party. Secondly, I was getting damn rich off the trade and thirdly, every night I would select a few girls and give them the VIP treatment.
The VIP treatment meant they would get half price drinks all night in the club and get access to my personal VIP lounge, which was like a mini palace from which I could see most of the club. Drinks in the VIP were free of course, so more often than not, my selected party girls would want to stay in the lounge.
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