How a lady doth piss.

The lap dance technician that was off duty wiggled her head between my thighs and I laughed because surely a girl that young, that vapid, would have no idea how to make me come considering the amount of liquor coating her tongue. She was pretty in that fresh-pop-star-yet-to-be-corrupted kind of way. She was blond and lacked in a spectacular ass. Her teeth hit mine when she pinned me against the wall. Trying too hard and missing luster and spark, I didn’t have the heart to start pointing out anything, though she begged me to be her new girlfriend.

Later, she pissed in a sink.