The door of the seedy bar creaked open, letting in a gust of wind that swirled the smoke and dust particles hanging in the air. Alex, a confident and sassy femboy, stepped inside, their eyes scanning the room with a discerning eye. They had heard about this place, a dimly lit dive in the heart of the city, known for its rough and tumble patrons and questionable hygiene. But it was exactly the kind of place Alex thrived in.
They made their way to the back of the bar, their boots clicking against the sticky floor. Alex's nose wrinkled in disgust as they passed by a trashcan overflowing with empty bottles and food scraps. But they didn't let it deter them. They had a mission.
As they approached the row of urinals, a mischievous grin spread across their face. Alex dropped to their knees, leaning in close to the filthy porcelain, taking a deep, satisfied breath. They had always had a fascination with urinals, the rough texture, the musky smell, the taboo nature of it all. It was a thrill that never got old.
A burly, unkempt man exited a stall, doing a double take as he saw Alex on the floor. "What the fuck are you doing, you freak?" he barked, causing Alex to chuckle.
"Just enjoying the finer things in life," Alex replied, sticking their tongue out to taste the urinal. The man's eyes widened in disgust, but Alex was unfazed, continuing to lick and explore the filthy surface.
"You're a sicko, you know that?" the man said, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
"And you're a dirty boy," Alex retorted, winking up at him. "Care to join me?"
The man hesitated, but eventually couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. "You're something else, kid."
As the man left, Alex turned their attention to the next urinal, licking and tasting with relish. A group of men entered the bar, spotting Alex on the floor and exchanging amused glances.
"Looks like we've got a little pervert on our hands," one of them said, chuckling.
Alex looked up, unafraid and unashamed. "And looks like we've got a group of judgmental pricks. Care to prove me wrong?"
The men exchanged glances, then broke into laughter. "You're alright, kid," one of them said, offering a hand to help Alex up. "Let's get you a drink."
Alex stood up, wiping their hands on their jeans. "I'll take a whiskey, neat."
The bartender raised an eyebrow, but poured the drink without question. Alex took a sip, savoring the burn as it traveled down their throat. They may have been a little unconventional, but they knew what they liked. And they weren't afraid to go after it.
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