Goin' Out On Top

Three weeks ago, after what had been an extremely long day of work, I stopped in at a bar across the street from my house. I figured that a cold Bud heavy and some pointless chit chat with the bartender would help ease the pain. Doesn't it always?

As soon as I walked in, I spotted one of my favorite strippers from a club around the block. She saw me from across the bar and headed toward me with a friend. The three of us got a table.
She was drinking wine, and her girlfriend, who was crazy as shit, hosed back a huge Red Bull and vodka. Now, I'm not sure why, but her drinking that Red Bull and vodka just pissed me off. I mean, don’t get me wrong, there have been plenty of nights when I've taken back a few RBVs. But would I close out a long, shitty Monday with one? Never. No way. So that shit just didn’t seem fitting.
Anyway, after two rounds of drinks, our conversation was interrupted by my phone buzzing. I looked down and saw a text from my stripper friend. It read, “Let me play with u2nite."
On the left is Exhibit A: Our chain of texts. (I had to include the text before and after, right? I mean, why not?) I’ll save you the details of the sex, and just tell you that a few days went by and I found out she'd told her girlfriends at the strip club that we had sex.
Considering that she said I was "amazing," I should be extremely excited about her kissing and telling, but, the truth is, I currently I have mixed feelings. If I'd had sex with any other girl, I would have been all over her compliment and even excited that a girl had spread the good word for me, but now I’m feeling a little bit of pressure.

I know I know, you can call me a pussy if you want, but a text like that carries a lot of weight! I now have to make sure my next sexual encounter with anyone from that place is fucking incredible. If it’s not, you can sure as hell believe It will be awkward as shit for me every time I go in there, because it's one thing for everyone to know I had sex with a girl who works there, but its an entirely different story if they find out that the sex was shitty — which, of course, it wasn't. But, like my grandma always says, "Anything can happen on any given Sunday."

I'm sure you can all remember a sexual encounter or two when you would have just been better off if you hadn't sneaked back for seconds. I can recall quite a few! I mean, I once had a threesome with these two incredibly hot women I worked with.  Everything was perfect — almost too good to be true. Then, like three days later, they wanted to do it again.  And even though it was good the second time, it just wasn't as good as the first.  Needless to say, we dont have threesomes anymore!
Besides, sometimes it's just better to go out while you’re on top — to have amazing sex just once.
However, if you feel the pressure to go back for seconds, you'd better be ready for what you're getting your self into. Because if the sex was that amazing the first time, you have a big void to fill the second (pun absolutely intended).