Bar Night: A Wild Adventure

"Hey Jerry, that's my daughter! Where do you think you're touching?"

My colleague, Jerry Steele, has had too much to drink in the bar. He's mistaken my daughter, Maya Glover, for an escort of the bar.

His hand keeps roaming across her thighs. At one point, he almost reaches up her skirt to touch her.

What's crazy is that Maya seems to enjoy the way Jerry touches her, based on how horny she seems.

Then, I look at Jerry's daughter, Lucinda Steele. Her chest is so big that her top is about to burst from the pressure.

In that case, don't blame me for what I'm about to do to your daughter, Jerry!

My name was Nicholas Glover. Jerry Steele and I weren't just colleagues—we were each other's wingman. We often went for massages together after work. We'd also go for foot spas before opting for "extra" service.

We were as thick as thieves, always there to back one another's families up.

As it happened, Jerry's daughter was about to turn 20. We organized a birthday party for her at a pub so that she could get a taste of the adult scene.

Jerry's daughter, Lucinda Steele, had a great voice, and she had been dying to sing at a pub. However, Jerry wouldn't hear of it, no matter what, always claiming that she was too young to be in pubs.

She would soon be 20. Women her age back in the day would already be married with kids.

Jerry finally relented, deciding this could be Lucinda's coming-of-age celebration. Though, as a young woman, she wouldn't possibly have fun with two old farts like us.

So, I called up my daughter, Maya Glover, to come along with us. The moment Maya heard that we were going to a pub to celebrate Lucinda's birthday, she jumped with joy.

She changed into a youthful outfit and went with us to the pub, where we made a reservation for a private lounge for the four of us. We sat next to one another on the couch. A birthday cake sat on the coffee table, and next to the cake were fruits, snacks, and bottles of beer.

Jerry and I were usually strict about not letting our daughters drink. But since it was a special occasion today, we gave our permission for them to let loose and have fun.

However, after a few beers, Jerry actually rested his hand on my daughter's thigh. I couldn't tell whether he was actually buzzed or just pretending. Maya was wearing a short skirt, leaving her thighs completely exposed. He basically had his hand right on her thigh.

I couldn't let that slide. Maya wasn't some bar girl at the pub.

I gave Jerry's leg a nudge. "Watch where you're touching, Jerry! She's my daughter."

Jerry looked at me, his breath reeking of alcohol and his face flushed red. "Your daughter? What did I even do?"

Jerry really couldn't read the room at all. I leaned past him