Just What She Needed- Alternate Version

An alternate version, I was kinda critical of the way she got to the sex so I made a cleaner version.






“I’m fucking done with men in clubs! He was such a fucking loser! He couldn’t keep it up long enough for me to even get into it!” I said over the club music when my friend Grace asked me about my most recent ‘night club score’ gone horribly wrong.

“Oh come on Chrissy it couldn’t have been that bad,” Rachel, my other friend said.

“Really? The guy only lasted for eight fucking minutes, and when he was fucking me he was going extremely slow like he knew he had poor stamina! He did eat an ok pussy but that just isn’t enough, I wanna be fucked good and hard, and for a long time! These night club assholes have gotten on my last nerve, bragging about how good they are then when its time to put their money where their mouth is a sixteen year old virgin can do a better job. Bartender, another margarita please.”

“You know what you need? A little perspective on whats important,” Grace said.

“No what I need is a guy who isn’t a little bitch and knows how to fuck a girl right!”

“Maybe you need to change clubs or something, you’re probably picking up throwaway guys that hang around looking for desperate women,” Grace said.

“Nope, I’ve been to Hotspot, Sizzle Club, Euphoria, all with the same thing, men with strong game, but weak sex drive. They all try to be soft and sensual, I don’t want that shit, I want it rough!”

“Well maybe its you girl, you probably intimidate the hell out of them with that attitude of yours, I haven’t had any problems with the few guys I had,” Rachel said.

“If they can’t handle my attitude then I don’t want them anyway, what kind of man gets intimidated by a 27 year old 5’6” 115 lb. redhead anyway? Not a man I’d wanna fuck.”

“115 lbs? I guess you didn’t count the extra twenty pounds in your tits and ass! Is that what you’ve been telling them?” Rachel said as Grace laughed.

“Shut up bitch,” I laughed back. “They don’t need to know that, they won’t be around long enough anyway. Watch my drink I need to run to my car, and don’t drink my margarita bitches!”

I got up from my stool at the bar and made my way through the dance floor, getting bumped into everybody I passed as I made my way to the front door. As I was walking I saw the man who recently made me as sexually frustrated as I am, Harry, walking towards me. Before he could say anything to me I gave him a “don’t talk to me” look and kept walking to the door. I showed the doorman my stamp so he’d know to let me back in and went to the secret spot where I parked my car, through an alley behind some old buildings. It was a bit of a walk and in a weird spot, but it beat the hell out of paying $17.50 any day. I grabbed my pack of cigarettes out of my glove box and made my way back to the club, lighting up one on the way back, and smoking another before I went back into the club.

I went back to the bar to see Grace sitting my herself looking at the dance floor watching Rachel dance with some random guy. I grabbed my margarita back and drank half of it in one gulp and watched Rachel grind all over the guy to a remix of “Get Your Freak On.”

“She’s been out there since you left outside, to smoke I’m guessing,” Grace said.

“I needed one, talking about these guys really got me worked up and pissed off.”

“You really should quit that, you have enough bad habits, and stop parking so far away!”

“Its free, and I can use the extra money on drinks, unlike you two.”

“Well if you weren’t so bitchy you wouldn’t have to pay for your own drinks!”

“Oh ha-ha bitch! I don’t see you with anyone!” I challenged.

Not even ten seconds after I said that a guy came over with two drinks and held out his arm to Grace, which she took as she smiled at me. “You were saying?” she gloated as she walked away.

“HE’S PROBABLY GAY!” I yelled after her as I finished the rest of my drink.

The rest of the night I turned down the few guys that did approach me and watched both Grace and Rachel slut it out on the dance floor. Truth be told I did wanna be out there but my pride wouldn’t let me, after the way I was talking the whole night, and I didn’t wanna deal with some guy trying to get me drunk and take me home, only to be a complete failure in bed, again.

When they both did come back they had a quick drink and went back onto the dance floor, but this time I joined them, I figured I might as well dance with my girls if anyone, so I did, and I lightened up a bit. When we were done dancing and went back to our seats I saw Harry walking towards us, but looking at me. I whispered to my girls who he was as he was about to hold out his hand to ask for a dance, but before he did I cut him off.

“Sorry Harry, but I’m here with my girls, I’m taking a break from club guys tonight. Once you get your act together then maybe I’ll give you another try.”

“Geez, and you wonder why you can’t get a date, you couldn’t have sounded more bitter if you tried,” Rachel said as the guy walked away.

“Well what do you expect, I’m sexually frustrated, and he helped do it! I wasted a lot of time on that guy, time I could have used finding someone who actually knew how to fuck! Maybe if you challenge their manhood they’ll finally get their act together and show a girl a good time.”

We had a couple more drinks and danced a little more until we decided to call it a night and head home. Both Grace and Rachel had dates they were leaving with but I was set on going home alone that night, and that’s what I did, I had a box of vibrators that could do the job. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways, them to the parking lot and me to my secret spot. On the way to my car I felt like I was being watched, but dismissed it and got in my car and drove home where my toys awaited me.

Throughout the next week I did decide to give the club men one more try, big mistake. The first guy’s dick was so small there was no way I was gonna get off to it. I pulled out a vibrator and kicked his little dick ass out. The second guy had a nice size dick, but couldn’t fuck to save his life. If it wasn’t for me stopping every few minutes so he could calm down, I never would have came that one quick time. The last guy was the worst of all, I gave him head, and he came in my hair! After that he couldn’t even get it back up, so I kicked him out and went back to my old trusty toys which never failed me, and swore off club losers for good.

Neither Rachel nor Grace had anything bad to say about their dates throughout the week, but seeing how pissy a mood I was in they didn’t even need to ask me. As usual we would wait until we were at a club to bring up how any dates we had went, and I just didn’t wanna go back to any clubs for a while, but it was sort of a tradition we had, so I went for the sake of my friends. We went back to the same club we were at last Saturday at Grace’s request, and it wasn’t long before we were into our second drink talking about our sex lives, or lack there of in my case.

“I’m done with guys in clubs. Its fucking ridiculous how so many guys could be that bad at sex! How hard is it to fuck the hell out of somebody? Really? We need to change scenes because this isn’t doing it for me anymore, maybe a gym, or a coffee shop, or a mall, but no more damn clubs,” I said angrily.

“Hey why should we change? Not all of us is having bad luck like you! I actually had a great week of sex. Maybe if you weren’t so hyper you’d attract the right guys,” Rachel said.

“Why should I have to change? Why can’t I find ONE guy who can fuck me like I need to be fucked without being scared I’m gonna rip his head off if he does something wrong?”

“Because you might. Redheads have that temper that you just cant get over,” Grace said.

“Oh yeah whatever, my hair scares them. That’s a sorry excuse if I ever heard it. I’m gonna go have a smoke, order me something strong.”

I got up and walked through the crowd towards the door getting sour looks from every guy that was within hearing distance of our conversation, but I didn’t care, I wanted them all to know that they were useless in bed. I made it to my secret spot and got that feeling that I was being followed again, but looked around and didn’t see anyone, so I went through my purse to get my keys. Just as I pulled them out, Harry (I don’t know why I remembered his name) started walking up to me, dammit.

“Chrissy wait, let me talk to you.”

“What do you want? You can’t satisfy me so you’re stalking me now?”

“That was a bad day you caught me on, a lot was happening, I can do way better than that.”

“Excuses, excuses. You couldn’t last ten minutes! Why should I give you another chance?”

“Because I guarantee it’ll be the best sex you’ve ever had.”

“Bullshit. I think you’re full of it. You couldn’t please me then and you can’t please me now.”

“Lets find out. If I come up short you’ll never hear from me again, I promise.”

I thought about it for a minute. I was horny, so anything would do, plus if he was horrible again, I would brag about it to everyone and he’d never get a date again. Seemed like a win-win, more or less, so I agreed.

“You got one more chance, you better not blow it!”

“Don’t plan to.