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Filling Chloe's Holes	By : EasyInk Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 18514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Two Years Later
     It was dark inside the nightclub. Bruce pushed his way past hardbodies and drunk douchebags, making his way to the bar. He zeroed in on a bald young man.
     “Lex!” Bruce shouted over the noise as he approached the young man.
     “Bruce,” the young man shouted back as he turned around. “It’s been a long time.”
      “Double bourbon, neat.” Bruce said to the bartender. Then he leaned over to his best friend and whispered, “Too long, Lex.”
     “So,” Lex said, leaning away from him to meet his eyes. “Are you expecting anyone?”
     “Pam’s on her way.” Bruce said as his drink arrived. He downed half of it in a single sip.
     “Who?” Lex asked.
     “You don’t remember me, Alexander?” a beautiful redhead asked from behind Bruce.
     “Lex,” Bruce said, stepping aside for the woman to step in beside him. “this is Pamela Isley. She went to Excelsior with us.”
     “Well, I’m very surprised not to remember you.” Lex said, taking her hand.
     Bruce’s hand shot out and grabbed a fourth woman by the wrist. He dragged her back towards them although she tried to pull away. She was a beautiful young woman with dark brown hair and eyes like a feral cat.
     “Give my friend his wallet back.” Bruce said to her.
     “Oh, you’re no fun.” The woman pouted as she tossed Lex’s lamb skin wallet onto the bar.
     “I can be fun, sweetie.” Bruce said. “What’re you doing the rest of the night? Just petty theft?”
     “I might have time for something else if you do.” the woman said.
     “Would you like to accompany us, Pam?” Bruce asked and downed the rest of his drink. The beautiful woman rolled her eyes.
     “Not my scene, Mr. Wayne.” She said.
     “Suit yourself.” He said, already following this other woman into the crowd.
     “Well, that’s the last time we’ll see him tonight.” Pamela shouted to Lex.
     In the empty men’s restroom, Bruce pulled a small baggie out of his trousers pocket. “Coke?” he offered the woman as he held a small spoonful up to his nose and snorted. Then the woman jumped on him, pushing him up against the wall. The spoon and baggie of white powder fell to the bathroom floor as she tore open Bruce’s Armani shirt. Buttons scattered across the floor. Her lips pressed hard against his.
     Then she broke the kiss. “What’s this?” she asked, running her hands across his chest. “A bullet proof vest?”
     “Specially tailored. Very expensive.” Bruce said, looking down into the woman’s playful brown eyes.
     “Tailored for what?” she asked.
     “To be worn beneath a suit. It doesn’t ruin the lines.”
     “Do you get shot at a lot?” the woman purred.
     “You’d be surprised.” Bruce answered, cupping her pussy through her evening dress. He held her so hard her toes nearly left the floor.
     “Mmm, that’s sexy.” She moaned, her eyes closed. With his free hand, Bruce undid his belt. He opened his trousers and pulled his dick out of the top of his silk boxers. The woman went down onto her knees and took him entirely into her mouth. She was very good at this. Just like that, he disappeared entirely down her throat. Slurping sounds came from her mouth as her lips smacked against the base of his dick. Bruce leaned his head back against the tile wall, enjoying the music of her mouth.
     The woman pulled his dick out of her mouth and backed her ass against the counter. She pulled her skirt up and pushed her panties to the side, showing off her pretty little pussy. Bruce groaned and picked her up by the thighs and held her back against the wall. He put his prick deep into her cunt. She moaned as he thrust into her. The woman produced a switchblade from between her tits and popped it open. Bruce slowed his pace, not sure what he should be ready for. The woman put the blade to her dress and slit it down the neck of her dress. Then she cut the strap of her bra, freeing her tits.
     Bruce grabbed her ass cheeks, sinking the tips of his fingers into tight, round bottom, and pushed himself all the way into her as he came, filling her up. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his face into her chest. She moaned, trying to catch her breath. Then, himself still deeply within her, and both of them just beginning to come down from their high, the beautiful woman struck Bruce across the top of his head with the butt of the knife. He fell to the ground hard.
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     “I’m quite done cleaning up your messes, Master Wayne.” Bruce heard Alfred say calmly.
     It took a moment for Bruce to recognize where he was. He was in a drunk tank.
     “An illegal firearm in an ankle holster, found half dressed in the bathroom of a nightclub. And that white powder caked around the rim of your nose. What do you suppose that was?” Alfred asked.
     Bruce could only manage a groan. He had to struggle to keep his eyes open.
     “Cocaine.” Alfred informed him. “Well, enough is enough, Master Wayne. Drunk driving and being expelled from school was one thing. Well Bruce, come home when you’ve gotten your act straight, and not before.”
     After that Bruce went back to sleep.
*     *     *
     “ ‘Scuse me.” Bruce shouted down the hall, his face pressed between the jail bars. “Can I get my phone call? ‘Scuse me? And a drink!”
     Soon an officer came with a cell phone. Bruce dialed.
     “Hello, I’m calling for Lex.”
     “No, of course he’s not available. Can you leave him a message?”
     “Tell him that Bruce Wayne needs to be bailed out of jail.”
     “And tell him it would be nice to have a place to stay for a while.
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