It was pretty slow at the bar the next night when my roommate walks in. He swaggers over and plops down on a stool. I could see as soon as he came in he’s wearing another one of my ties, one which I haven’t seen in a couple of months. I really don’t feel like talking to him even as a bartender and I keep cutting limes while he waits. Finally he says, "So, Benny-boy. You have a good time last night?"

What’ll you have, I say.

"Bass," he says.

I pop it open and place it in front of him. He doesn’t reach for his wallet and I don’t say anything.

"Well?"

What?

"Well? You gonna tell me about it? How was she?"

Oh. Nothing happened. I just let her sleep.

"Bullshit, man! Don’t give me that. I could smell the perfume of love, man. I could hear the two of you. You were at it all night. She must of been something."

So I lean over the bar and say, alright, you want to hear how it was? He smiles and leans in close.

She comes into my room, man, and she’s all over me. She says, I’m so afraid. You have to help me. I’m pretty tired myself and would rather go to sleep, but this chick, man, is all over me.

"I knew it, man. She had her eyes on you the whole time."

So I think, what the hell, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

"You know it, Benny-boy!"

And this chick is needing it real bad, so I think, can’t disappoint the lady. She tears off her clothes and goes right at me.

"She go down on you, man?" I nod. He lets that sink in and then goes, "what’s her body like?"

Beautiful, man. You’d never tell what’s under that suit, but, man, she’s got one hot body. Randy groans.

So she’s so hot I’m like hard again in no time and she’s like all spread and ready for me and boy does she know her business. This goes on for like ten minutes and, man, she has this intense orgasm and screams, I swear it, screams. I’m surprised it didn’t wake you up.

"I heard it, man!"

So I thought that was pretty great. But it just gets better. She’s an animal. She wants more and more and she’s like riding me by the end and I’m a wreck. And then I was out. Out cold.

Randy’s shakes his head and says, "Jesus Christ, man. Benny-boy, here. You take the cake. You take the fucking cake."

Then in the midst of all this good feeling I say, ¥550 for the beer.

Hey, it’s water business, man.