Secsexful Sexpedition and the final sexploration.



So…last night was…interesting…to say the least…

It began at work, and, well, ended at work as I have yet to go to bed (I have now been awake for 27 consecutive hours). Work work work work work.. It was not particularly busy last night (surprised? I think not.), but I was very disappointed when I flipped on the tele at my normal O.C. viewing hour to find that it was not on on Monday this week. Just on Wednesday. I was quite irate except for the fact that I don’t work on Wednesday night and so I can view my program sans interruptions from my very own comfy couch.

Last night was ‘the prospect’s last night, so after work, I met up with the boys at Blacks pub.

Let me give you a little background information on ‘the prospect’:

The prospect is a certain boy who, to tell you the truth, I didn't really...'take a liking to' right away...to say the lesast...But, as days turned into weeks, we found common ground in a shared television program from our respective childhoods and a friendship blossomed. This friendship has since turned into a little more at times; to a little less at others, and the past couple weeks have been no exception, going from one extreme to the other.

So after I met up with my posse at the pub, we headed to Tommy Africa’s, a club that has nothing to do with Africa, or anyone named Tommy for that matter (that I am aware of…although this could be the name of the owner …) (I once had a friend who vowed never to go to Tommy’s as it had the word Africa in it. This came as a shock to me, rather a blow to my gut, as these things often do, but I have managed to look past this, and love him despite the racist bigot that he is).

Once inside, I split with my boys, to hit the bar and discover what, or who, lay in the crowds beyond the dance floor only to run into Micm, a girl who worked at the spa before myself, but returned over the Christmas holidays to earn some extra cash and in the short month that she was here, we bonded and a friendship was formed. I sat and chatted with her and her best friend ‘P not T’ until out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Crozie, a buddy from back home booking it across the floor. I reached out and grabbed him just in time and he joined us, continually trying to steal our drinks. I introduced him to Micm and ‘P not T’ and within five minutes of their meeting, Micm and Croz were pashing on the other side of the table from me. Speaking of which I should give her a call. Anyway, ‘P not T’ went off and began pashing a boy I told her I thought was hot, only to move onto a second, third and fourth. I don’t know how she does it. But she does. Apparently it is a common occurrence.

After the bar, we headed back to our usual destination. The Blue Lounge. Here, I tried to snooze on the couch but instead found myself, the only girl in a group of five boys (as I often do), watching amateur-looking porn (being watched by a hotel guest in one of the rooms above us…we can watch any movie that guests order, porn included) while the boys commentated like it was a field sport. “Oh there she goes…oh no deep throating for her, she’s all tip…and would you look at that…there’s the money shot…” Then the usual discussions began about ‘the one who got away’. This time, a blonde dread locked girl who was felt up by one of my mates on the dance floor. He was convinced (yet again) that she was the girl he was going to marry and blamed his misfortune on the fact that she ‘had friends’.

So, I ended up in the prospect’s room just 20 minutes before I had to work. Needless to say, I was half an hour late due to the fact that every time I said “I’m sorry to do this to you hun, but I really should go…” the prospect would grab me and pull me back into bed. Apparently I have no will power at all whatsoever. Well, almost none, because I finally managed to pull myself together and pull free. I then ran downstairs where Ginger, the MOD that night took one look at my hair and said, “Mix, who have you been fooling around with?”

I guess I’m not as stealth as I thought.

I have now hit my second wind (and my third coffee) and am beginning to think I will be able to pull through this grueling shift no problem. I have also decided that this will be my last sexpedition with the prospect. Been there, done that, on to bigger and better things. I’m off to sexplore un-charted waters. You devil you.