Sexy One-Night Stand Gone Wrong: Bouncers Embarrassing St This is a true story about a one night stand. It’s a funny story so don’t expect to blow your load. St Patrick’s day at the club, I’d been standing there for Five hours at the door checking ID’s and turning drunks away. I had started at six in the evening and wasn’t due to finish until 3 in the morning. At times I hated the door, sometimes it was quiet and boring, other times it was just the lack of human brain cells in people that made you wonder why you were there. I’d been a Bouncer for just six months and I loved it when hot girls started talking to me. I was only nineteen at the time and I’ll never forget this night. I had a girl friend and things were bad at the time but that doesn’t excuse what happened. I started talking to this girl; she was also nineteen, rather good looking, average height with awesome tits. She wore a green skirt with black vest top that squeezed them out into view. I’d been talking to her on and off every time she came out for a smoke and we hit it off pretty well. I’d start making cheeky comments about her and what we could do to keep warm. Her reactions were mixed between offended and intrigued by my suggestive words. I asked her the usual, what’s your name? What do you do? Etc. …but everything was about to change
