Artichoke Pizza

One summer night, I end up at 1Oak in Meatpacking.

I am drunk. I flirt with Tyson Beckford. We talk about being of Asian decent.

Tyson: “I want to fuck your tight pussy in the bathroom.”

Mary: “Do you have a condom?”

Tyson: “No”

Mary: “Mmm, I can blow you instead.”

Tyson: “Okay, let me get a drink.”

He doesn’t comes back. #regrets

I sit in the booth with my friends. A bouncer comes up to me and tells me he recognizes me from a few days ago. The bouncer tells me how sexy and beautiful I am. After being freshly dumped by Tyson Beckford, I go with it and my hand wonders down the no-no zone. I tell him I have to pee. He escorts me downstairs to the bathroom and signals the bathroom attendant.

There must have been a miscommunication because he leads me to the last stall and walks in with me. Mmmkkk, but I go with it. I blow my first black guy. Smaller dick than I imagine. He finishes. I swallow, obvi. I kick him out because I need to pee. I hate myself.

My friends and I leave 1Oak and we go to Artichoke Pizza around the corner. I devour an artichoke slice and find my way home.

I lay in bed, drunk as fuck, and look down. Artichoke pizza or cum?