Cheap phone sex is the best kind, right? Who doesn’t want to save some money while talking nasty? I am cheap in the literal sense too. I am talking gutter slut. I got fucked up at a holiday party this weekend at my local bar. They know me by name. I’m the Norm of my local dive bar. I go there often to score coke and cock, my two favorite things. Every year they have a holiday party for the patrons. They have cheap phone sex drink specials and a live band. I am a coke whore. I don’t handle liquor very well. Guys were buying me drinks and shots because they know my reputation. I am always one drink shy of getting fucked on a pinball machine anyway. Did that. Also got gang banged on the pool table. The best was bending over the bar doing shots of Tequila while bar patrons fucked my ass. I was so drunk, I puked over the bar. The guys didn’t stop fucking my ass. I got cut off from booze, but I didn’t get cut off from cock. Not even after I passed out. There is video footage of me getting trained while unconscious at the bar. I love the fact that I am that cheap and dirty that even strangers know they can fuck the shit out of me without me verbally consenting. I was not only asking to fuck; I was clearly wanting to be abused. A woman doesn’t go to that bar unless she is looking for trouble. I woke up, half naked, in the alley behind the bar. I only woke up because a dog pissed in my face. It took me awhile to get my bearings, but when I did, I stumbled home. I smelled like a brewery and I looked like a porn star. Another successful night out for this cheap phone sex whore.
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