#uedaydreams

(hey can i use babe as a gender neutral term k thanks)

For free, partygoers can kiss the booth babe anywhere above the neck, and pretty soon there's a revolving line of friends, each one getting right back in line again after making the booth babe whimper and whine as they lean into every neck kiss or melt into every liplock. Some even shell out a few bucks to apply lipstick to the booth babe before the kiss so they can go back to the party with a big red kissmark and a sense of pride. Others put the lipstick on themselves and brag about who left the best messy mark on the babe, some even take selfies after the kiss and tag the booth babe knowing fully well they won't see it until the next morning.

For a small tip, some partygoers snag themselves a full on makeout session, roaming hands encouraged as they tangle their fingers in the booth babe's hair or lean all the way over the booth to explore their tummy and sides, leave little hickies and kiss them better, blow hot breath into the booth babe's ear and listen to their breathe hitch in their throat. It's not long before the booth babe's hair is a mess, their lneck is dotted with bruises and bites, and they're practically swooning in their chair from the sheer overstimulation of a couple dozen consecutive makeout sessions that someone suggests getting more rope to make sure they don't fall out of the booth all together.

And later in the night (after the babe has had a good break, a snack, and a couple bottles or water), a select few generous tippers get free use of the booth babe's mouth: some pour shots in, a few shotgun hits to get them nice and high, but eventually someone grabs the babe by their bound wrists and leads them to a private room where party goers take turns getting oral from a babe who's so spinny from kisses and teases and smoke and shots that they don't even notice when some of the tippers double dip (but really, who cares, the money was an excuse and everyone knows they'd do it all for free)

I've been daydreaming about a girl who goes too hard at a party and her friends try and cut her off for a bit bc they care about her so they drag her off to a private room to let the intoxicants work their way out of her system

And pressing a bottle to their lips except theyre so conditioned to fucking when they get drunk that they naturally wrap their pretty lips around the bottle and look up at me with those big, glassy, no-thoughts-just-horny eyes before they realize, with a bunch of drunk giggles, that they aren't actually giving me head yet

Only for it to end with her high as shit begging be to fuck the bad feelings away

(Part of me knows her dependence on sex is just as bad as her dependence on substance and I shouldn’t be encouraging it but i can’t back out now and she makes the prettiest sounds when she cums herself stupid)

And he’s too drunk and clumsy to work zippers and buttons so you have to do it for him, pulling his cock out while he slumps against your shoulder, too fucked to to even be embarrassed just mumbling what you take as a thank you while you help him relieve himself