Vacationing in California has got to be one of the best things a person who lives in New England could ever do. The weather is infinitely better, the beauty of the landscape is year-round instead of being confined to the spring months, and who could forget those California girls…
My vacation was a celebration; It’s not everyday a guy graduates from MIT and picks up his first job as a researcher making more money than some stock brokers. So my purpose in California was strictly pleasure, no work, no stress, and certainly no love.
What the hell could be worse than love? I can’t think of anything that stresses me out more than the thought of trying to find ‘that special someone.’ Why can’t a guy just pick up a girl at a bar, fuck her brains out, then go home? Some friends told me I could do just that in sunny California, so that’s how I ended up in L.A. that night.
The weather was gorgeous when I left that night to go out on the town. The air was dry and warm, with just enough breeze to keep your hair out of place. I put on my typical outfit, blue jeans and a nice shirt, and left my hotel room for a club I had heard about earlier that day.
Supposedly it moved around a bit, the better to keep the cops away, and drew some movie stars occasionally. The current address had been given to me by a waitress at a bar on the beach with a wink which simply left me speechless. Ok, perhaps her incredible ass is what left me speechless.
I arrived at the bar at around nine, feeling like I was ready to go. I had already had a large dinner and was ready to drink some girl into submission if I couldn’t get her to com... Læs hele novellen
