I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 49: Spicy Talks

Chapter 49: Spicy Talks

"Oh, it takes some skill," I said, recovering fast. "To answer what you asked first... yeah, it’s literally just that. Finishing."

I puffed my chest a little, riding the confidence. Girl finishing? I’d seen plenty of explosions—though my stats on that front weren’t exactly brag-worthy. The alcohol’s burn lingered in my throat, egging me on.

"Uh... um... haha..." she laughed awkwardly, glancing away.

Her giggle was shaky, unsure. She grabbed a peanut from the snack plate and popped it in her mouth, chewing quickly like it’d hide her nerves. The lamp swayed above us, throwing her shadow across the wall in jittery waves.

"First, it’s gotta be big," I went on. "And it takes some technique too."

"M-Must’ve tried it a lot, huh?" she stammered, her eyes widening.

"Uh..." I froze, realizing I’d overdone it.

I’d gotten too cocky, and it showed. Hailey looked lost for a second, then grabbed the alcohol bottle, poured herself another shot, and downed it fast. The glass hit the table with a sharp thud, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her lips glistening faintly.

"Oh, sorry," I said, backtracking. "Was that too much?"

"No! No way!" she blurted, shaking her head. "I like these stories... I mean, no, uh—you’re fine! Stuff like this."

Her words tumbled out in a rush, her hands flailing a little. She laughed again, louder this time, and the tension eased. The room smelled sharper now, the alcohol mixing with the faint woody scent of the walls.

"Aha," I chuckled, relieved.

"Hm," she mused, settling down. "Well, maybe it’s because I couldn’t keep up with my ex at night... A-And I don’t think you’re faking it."

"Yeah," I nodded. "Sorry about that. Maybe I should’ve held back more."

"Nah, I don’t think that’s true!" she shot back, grinning.

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, uh, yeah," she said, nodding firmly. "You can’t fight your instincts. And a rough patch between lovers isn’t a big deal."

Her tone was brighter now, more certain. She leaned back, her scarf slipping to one side, and grabbed another snack—crunching it with a satisfied hum. The conversation was finally swinging my way.

By the time four empty alcohol bottles cluttered our table, Hailey pushed herself up.

"Me!" she announced, swaying slightly. "Gotta hit the bathroom...!"

"Okay, come back safe," I said, watching her go.

Stumble—

She wobbled as she headed for the door, her steps uneven. I frowned, a little worried. Her shadow stretched across the floor, shaky and long, as she slid the door open and slipped out.

Now what do I do? I wondered, tapping my fingers on the table.

I’d downed two bottles myself, but oddly, I felt fine—sharp, even. In real life, two bottles would’ve knocked me out cold, but here, I was alert. Maybe it was all the steamy talk earlier, but I was buzzing too—excited in more ways than one. My pants tightened, and I shifted, trying to shake it off.

Tonight’s the night, I thought, smirking.

Hailey might’ve been even more worked up than me. She’d drunk a ton—her limit was probably shot.

Challenge accepted!

When she got back, we’d dive in for real.

...

Hailey’s lower half tingled like crazy, driving her nuts.

Haa... Why am I like this? she thought, her breath hitching.

Her drinking limit was somewhere between one and a half to two bottles of alcohol. In other words, she’d already blown past it. She’d meant to pace herself, but that plan had crumbled fast. The bathroom stall felt too small, the air thick with the faint smell of cleaner and her own shaky breaths.

Ugh.

A dark stain marked the front of her panties, spreading across the gray fabric as she sat on the toilet. It draped over her thighs, warm and damp. She knew instinctively it wasn’t pee—she was soaked for a different reason.

Her fingers trembled as she tugged her waistband down, confirming it. The heat between her legs pulsed, undeniable.

Squeak—

"Huh," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

’Am I drunk?’

Still perched on the toilet, Hailey slid a hand down without thinking, brushing the outer edge. Her fingertips came away slick with thick, warm liquid—proof of how turned on she was. The stall’s fluorescent light buzzed faintly overhead, casting harsh shadows on the tiled floor.

’I’m really wet...’ She exhaled slowly, trying to calm her racing heart. The air felt cool against her flushed skin, but it didn’t help much.

"Haaaah," she sighed, long and shaky.

To her, it wasn’t a steady breath—it sounded more like a moan, raw and needy. Her chest heaved, her scarf dangling loose around her neck as she slumped forward slightly.

’Oh god, I’m losing it.’

Hailey yanked her panties down further and buried her face in her hands, her hair falling like a curtain around her. The stall door rattled faintly as someone passed by outside, their footsteps echoing off the walls.

Alex.

She pictured him—Finance Team manager, joined Xxxx company a month ago, basically a coworker. Their promotions had lined up around the same time, and with their offices so close, she’d gotten friendly with him and a few other guys.

But the Alex she’d known until today? Nothing like this. He’d always been nice—polite, sure—but he never opened up about himself. He didn’t crack under pressure, always sharp and put-together. The kind of guy who ironed his shirts perfectly and kept his desk spotless.

She’d liked that about him. Most people at work did—he had a solid rep for being thorough and professional.

’I’m going crazy with curiosity...’

Hailey had been totally thrown off when Team Manager Alex suddenly called her out, saying something was up, and then jumped straight into high-level, spicy talk.

It caught her off guard, no doubt. But deep down, she liked dirty stories—a lot. Her old boyfriend, Derek, was the shy type—too embarrassed to talk about sex even though they were together. That left Hailey with no outlet for stuff like this. Sure, sometimes it’d come up with her friends, and she’d get excited, but only every now and then.

So when Alex came at her with his friendly vibe and this sudden, bold conversation, Hailey actually loved it. She’d thought maybe, just maybe, she’d finally found a rational friend she could talk to freely about steamy things. Back in the park, she’d acted like nothing was up, listening to Alex’s stories with eager ears—because honestly, it was fun.

And now? That led to this drinking party.

She’d told Derek it was a company dinner. Truth was, he probably didn’t even have time to care. If he flunked this exam, it’d be a disaster, so his mind was glued to studying. Thanks to that, no matter how busy she got, Hailey hadn’t slept with him in over a month—not even their usual once-a-month hookup.

Squeak—

Sitting on the toilet, Hailey felt the cool rush of peeing and thought about what Alex had said earlier—how a girl "finishes." The bathroom stall was tiny, the tiles cold under her feet, and the faint hum of a vent buzzed overhead.

’Does it feel this refreshing, this freeing?’ she wondered.

How good must Alex be to talk so confidently about women’s reactions? What’s it like to spend a night with a guy and feel so wrecked the next day that daily life gets tough? And—what does his thing even look like?

"Wow," she gasped aloud, jolting upright.

The sound echoed off the stall walls, sharp and sudden. She’d shocked herself with her own thoughts. She must’ve drunk way too much—her mind was running wild like this. Her reflection stared back from the shiny metal door, blurry and flushed.

Swish—

Hailey shook her head and tugged her skirt back up, the fabric brushing her thighs. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake Alex from her brain.

....

"Ta-da!" Hailey chirped, raising her glass.

"Hm, I can’t drink anymore," I groaned, slumping in my seat.

"Yeah, sure," she teased, smirking.

Even as she said it, she tipped the last of her drink into her mouth and set the glass down with a soft clink. Her movements screamed "drunk"—loose, sloppy, and carefree. The table was a mess now—empty bottles, scattered peanut shells, and a sticky ring where her glass had been.

"Hoo," she sighed, sliding down in her chair.

Her deep breath was loud, almost dramatic. Her face was bright red, her eyes half-open, fluttering like she could barely keep them up. The bar’s warm light painted her skin in a soft glow, her scarf dangling loose around her neck.

’She’s smashed. This is annoying,’ I thought, frowning.

Hailey’s relaxed look bugged me. Normally, she wouldn’t let her boyfriend see her with that sloppy expression plastered on her face. It was too unguarded, too messy.

"You okay?" I asked, leaning closer.

"Hm," she mumbled, barely a response.

Her head lolled to one side, her hair spilling over her shoulder. I decided to do something obvious.

Sliding over, I sat right next to her, acting like I was steadying her.

I looped her limp arm around my neck and pulled her up a bit. Her body was warm, heavier than I’d expected.