Grunt & Grind - Sneak Peak

Chapter One

I parked my car and took a deep breath. “What the fuck am I doing here?”

I looked ahead and gazed at the neon signboard. Of all the damn bars in town, this one had to be the one closest to my dormitory. Even then it was still a few miles away. Maybe that was intentional, to keep college students away from the drinking and bullshit that takes place in this sort of joint.

“The Drunken Stallion,” I read the name out loud. Wow, they really weren’t being subtle about this. In my head, I imagined tall, lanky male strippers wearing cowboy boots with spurs and blonde girls wearing tight jeans, large cowboy hats and going topless.

Well, that kind of scene sort of fit my current situation. I just wanted to get wasted, spend time with good-looking strangers and forget all my troubles.

I looked into the mirror one last time and made sure I was confident about getting drunk all by myself. At least I think I looked pretty. I was pretty petite, had straight blonde hair that went down to my shoulders and bright green eyes that people said pierced their souls. I had no idea what the fuck that meant but it did sound pretty cool. For tonight’s adventure, I went with glossy pink lipstick, large looped earrings, a hanging white shirt to show-off my belly piercing and a pair of high denim shorts with a few tears in it. I wanted to look as far away from a “college nice girl” as possible and to be honest this kind of attire made me feel more comfortable, more at ease and free.

“Fuck it,” I told myself and got out of the car. I liked how I look and I wanted a drink.

As soon as I did I could hear the blasting sound of rowdy country music and people hollering and I knew I was walking into the right place – a fun place.

There wasn’t a line to get inside but there were a few bouncers standing guard by the entrance. One stopped me with a quick raise of his hands.

“ID please,” he requested. He had this really big, deep voice. It kind of sounded sexy, like the way Vin Diesel sounds. I like that in a guy.

I dug into my pockets, pulled out my wallet and showed him my driver’s license. He took a second to look at it, checked my age and then looked at me one more time.

“You’re all right,” he then told me when he was done double checking. He let me slide my wallet back in my shorts and then opened the door for me.

“Holy fucking wow,” I mumbled to myself when I got to step in.

The whole place was like a dream come true for me. It was nice and dark with lots of tables and a long bar with nice, leather stools. There were four bartenders working that station and off to one side there were a couple of pool tables and dart boards. At the center of the bar was a large, square stage and I happened to walk in right in the middle of a show.

On the stage was a tall, blonde man completely naked except for a white cowboy hat and a guitar that covered his nether regions. He sat on a really tiny stool and was playing an upbeat song that really got the crowd riled up. I saw some of the waitresses were topless and wore nothing but these short skirts or really high and tight denim shorts. I wondered if someone would mistake me as a waitress if I took off my shirt here.

It was then I noticed a lot of guys were staring at me. Some of them were sitting by the bar and others on the tables close to the entrance. I even heard someone whistle.

“Hell yeah,” I whispered to myself. This is exactly why I came here. I wanted to feel good.

I strutted past the guys and headed straight for the bar. Fortunately, there were a few available stools and I just plopped onto one and gestured for a bartender. One saw me and headed over.

“Hey there newcomer, what can I get you this fine evenin’?” he asked. I looked up at him and smiled. He was kind of cute but was probably a few years younger than I was. He probably just turned twenty-one.

I looked around and then gave him a shrug. “Give me something hard.”

He laughed and pointed at the singer on the stage. “He’s probably got a hard boner with all these girls hollering for him.”

That got me to chuckle and the bartender grinned.

“There you go, you looked so dour when you walked through the door,” he told me. “You look cuter with a big smile. How ‘bout I get you something special, like a shot of our home-brewed rum?”

I felt my cheeks flush red and I nodded at him. “You’re really sweet. Sure, I’ll have a shot. If I like it I’ll make sure to reflect it on your tip.”

The bartender winked and then walked away to prepare my drink. I didn’t want to discover what kind of concoction it was so I could stay surprised and turned around to watch the nude singer. The guy was struggling to cover his groin with that guitar as there were a lot of girls now at the edge of the stage reaching out and handing him cash.

“That’s a man’s dream come true right there,” a male voice suddenly said beside me.

I turned around and nearly yelped when I saw a smoking hot man seated on the stool beside me. Unlike the pale-skinned blonde singer, this one was literally the embodiment of the “tall, dark and handsome” sentiment. He was probably a foot taller than I was, had gigantic muscles that made his already small shirt seem even tighter on him and jet black hair that went well with his tanned skin, five o’clock grizzled beard and deep brown eyes.

“Huh?” was all I could muster. I felt like an idiot.

He then pointed to the singer on the stage. “That’s a man’s dream come true – girls lining up and willing to pay a guy for his cock.”

I couldn’t help but laugh and nod. “That’s true. Usually, it’s the guy who has to pay to get into a girl’s pants. This time it’s the other way around.” I then reached out my hand and he promptly shook it with a firm grasp. “I’m Lexie, by the way.”

“Travis,” he responded. “That guy up there is my buddy, by the way. His name’s Luke but everybody here knows him by his stage name.”

“Which is?”

Travis gave me a wicked smile then said, “The Master Driller.”

I choked up and laughed. “No fucking way,” I told him as I tried to catch my breath. The bartender returned and handed me my drink.

“He’s right,” the bartender interrupted. “That there’s the Master Driller and gal you can bet he didn’t get that nickname by doing any drilling except when digging through a girl’s you-know-what.”

Travis then pointed at my drink. “You got the house special. Drink up, Lexie, it’s a real treat.”

Both Travis and the bartender were looking at me. I figured this must really be some kind of drink if they both boast about it. I just hope this wasn’t all part of an elaborate prank people toss at newcomers.

Fuck it. I took the shot glass and gulped down the drink. Almost immediately I was greeted with this warm, sweet and bitter wash that was a little overwhelming. I swore it could have knocked me out right then and there but the real kick was after –the strong sensation in my chest was enough to really make me shut my eyes for a moment and recollect myself.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked them both when I finally put the glass down. My head was still swirling.

The bartender chuckled and then took my glass away. “Well, you didn’t pass out. You’ve got a strong gut there, little lady.”

“I have to admit, I like a strong drink,” I replied. “Hit me with another.”

The bartender nodded and went back to make me another.

“You’ll go for another?” Travis asked in disbelief. I could see the awe literally sprawled across his face. “I’ve got a taste for it but most girls give up after the first try.”

I cocked my head and smiled his way and said, “Well, I ain’t like most girls.”

He grinned and was about to say something when we heard the singer was done with his performance and the crowd was going wild when he suddenly got up to walk off. I turned just in time to see the spotlight show off the singer’s monstrous cock dangling between his legs.

“Damn, he’s made of steel to walk off like that,” I exclaimed and whistled.

Travis laughed and then grabbed me by the arm. It wasn’t too tight, more like a friendly touch, and I looked up at him. “Want to meet him? Like I said, he’s my buddy.”

“Woah,” I had to think this through. “Can we go backstage?”

He nodded. “You’ll be the envy of every girl in this bar.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” I answered. I imagined I could get that guy to sign an autograph on my chest so that I could show it off to every chick in the joint when I walk out back to my car. “First though, let me finish my drink.”

End of Teaser