Re: Brianna, Brian, Open
Brian tried to remember the evening in a rough chronological order. It was a calm night at the bar. The Satyr strolled in and began making pronouncements about his thirst and roaring libido. Brian did some googling and abruptly sent his female staffers home through the bank door. The Satyr drank half their wine stock, led a rousing musical sing-a-long, played instruments no one had ever laid eyes on, and departed shortly after Tasha arrived to 'make sure the situation didn't get out of hand.'
Brian said, "The worst part was avoiding the abrupt changes in direction. I've heard the expression 'swinging his dick around,' but I've never seen it in action. At least he didn't mount anything." He paused. "That I know of. Alright. What've you got for m?" He gave her hands a squeeze.