When Ashley walked into the bar, she attracted no attention. All of the men were occupied by their beer and the baseball postseason that aired on the hundreds of televisions aligning the wall. This may be harder than I imagined, Ashley thought to herself, then jumped in surprise at the sudden cheers and jeers from the crowd as one of the teams took the lead after a two run homer. She was surrounded by high fives and drinks that were raised to the air and rained down in little drops that spilled from the glasses.
A short blonde waitress walked by with an empty tray and happened to notice Ashley ducking her head to prevent being unintentionally elbowed. “Can I get you something sweetie?” she asked with a smile.
“Are there any tables available?” Ashley asked.
“All of our tables are full, but follow me, I can get you a spot at the bar.”
Ashley followed her and watched her toned little ass as she walked confidently through the crowd. Her long blond hair bounced up and down and her body was tight all around with tits that were a little too big for her slender frame. She was clearly an athlete, maybe a runner with tan skin that was from the sun and not a can. She had a tramp stamp of an angel, which Ashley knew from experience meant she was a little hellion that got whatever she wanted.
Every seat at the bar was occupied by tall semi-athletic looking men wearing baseball caps and jerseys of the team they supported. The waitress stepped between two of the men and placed a hand on their shoulders. “Which one of you fellas is going to be a gentleman and let this pretty young lady have a seat?” she said. Every man within earshot turned to look at Ashley and immediately created a path for her to the bar. Suddenly there were four open seats and eight eyes for Ashley. “A girl could get used to this,” she said playfully as she took a seat.
“So what will it be?” the waitress asked.
“How about a round of shots for me and my boys,” Ashley said enthusiastically, and the men showed agreement with a hearty “yeah.”
Here we go, Ashley thought, play ball.
She was a wine drinker most of her life, ever since she was seventeen. Hard liquor was new to her, the only time she was really into shots or cocktails was a short lived love affair with vodka in college, and she forgot how big of a role it played in her sex life. But after only a few rounds of whiskey, she felt its effects, and soon the men were feeling her. While most of them had left at the conclusion of the game, a small crowd gathered around Ashley and watched her inhibitions disappear with every ounce of fire water that was consumed. She laid across the bar and the athletic waitress filled her belly button with rum, and one by one the men came by and sucked it from her naval. She giggled with delight and inch by inch her dress was lifted up her body. Her black lace panties were exposed and a few of the guys would bravely rub her vagina as they used their tongues on her stomach. It tickled on both parts and she laughed girlishly, in a way that made everyone smile.
“Why don’t you take that dress off sweetie?” the athlete asked and began pulling on it before Ashley could even answer. Soon it was off and sprawled across the bar. Ashley sat on the bar in her black bra and panty combo and every man in the bar took out his phone to take a picture.
“You guys don’t mind?” Ashley asked the athlete.
“Of course not, we’re making all kinds of tips because of you.”
“Well in that case, let me help.”
Ashley put a shot between her tits and raised her arms in the air, “Okay, everyone listen,” she said, “let’s make a little money for these ladies. How much are you willing to pay to take this shot?”
“I’ll give twenty,” someone said immediately.
“Twenty-five,” another said, and the bidding was on. It continued until the final bid of fifty dollars, to a man in the middle of the crowd. He walked up to her and buried his face in her cleavage. He inhaled her perfume before wrapping his mouth around the shot glass and tilting his head back.
“Thank you,” he said, and Ashley gave him a peck on the cheek. She handed the fifty dollar bill to the waitress who thanked her. “Give me one more shot,” she said, “I’m starting to feel sober again. We can’t have that.”
The next shot would be her last of the night. Her head felt light, but the rest of her body was heavy, and all she wanted to do was lay down. “Sorry boys, it was fun, but I have to get going,” she said.
The men groaned and gathered their things. Within minutes most of them left with the exception of a few sitting in the corner. Ashley sat at the bar by herself. She put her dress back on “How much do I owe?” she asked the athlete.
“You actually only owe for the first round. You really had those guys going. They paid for everything after that.”
“Oh good,” Ashley began, but then realized that her purse was not where she left it.
“Do you see my bag? It’s a little black one,” she said.
The athlete checked behind the bar and searched the floor and the nearby tables, but the bag had mysteriously vanished. “Oh shit,” she said, “You don’t think someone stole it do you?”
“I don’t know. When did you last see it?”
“I guess I had it up until they started doing shots off of me.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about your tab. I’ll just comp it for you,” the athlete said.
“Thanks, but that’s not the only problem. My phone and car keys were in there too. I don’t know how to get home now.”
The athlete looked at her for a moment and opened her mouth slightly as though she was about to say something, but then she sighed the thought away.
“What?” Ashley asked.
The athlete set a glass down and leaned forward on the bar. “You see that guy over there in the corner. He was the one that bought the shot from you, the one you stuck between your boobs. He’s one of the regulars. He’s been known to pay for, you know, favors.”
“Oh really,” Ashley said.
The athlete nodded then went back to cleaning glass ware. She placed a glass of wine in front of Ashley, “It’s on the house,” she said.
Ashley sipped from the wine and gazed across the room at the man. He was by himself and sat quietly watching highlights from the game on the TV nearest to him. He wasn’t bad looking really. He had brown hair and was fairly thin. The only down side was, he was kind of short, but that was something that she could overlook.
He looked up at her as she approached him, “Hi, my name is Ashley,” she said and sat in the seat next to him. “I’m Brian. It was a pleasure being able to take a shot from your cleavage,” he said.
“How would you like more?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m a little too drunk to beat around the bush, so I’m just going to say it. I lost my purse and it had everything in it. My keys, my phone, money. Anyway, I need cab fare. Can you help me?”
Brian sipped from his beer and smiled, “Of course. You don’t mind working for it do you?”
“Of course not.”
“I’ll give you a hundred for a blow job.”
Ashley considered the proposition for a moment, “Okay, but I’m not going to swallow,” she said.
He stood up and took Ashley by the hand. The athlete smiled as they walked by and continued cleaning up.
The two of them stepped into the men’s room. Brian locked the door behind them and held the door open to the handicap stall for Ashley. “I like to hold on to the grab bar,” he said and smiled.
Ashley knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants. She grabbed his cock and pulled it out of his boxers. “Let me see your tits,” he said.
“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Ashley said.
“Come on. I need something to get me going.”
“Fine,” Ashley said. She pulled the straps of her dress down and removed her bra. Her tits bounced to freedom and Brian’s cock grew and extended to seven inches. Ashley licked the head before sliding the shaft halfway into her mouth. His dick was hard and warm as it brushed across her tongue and on the inside of her cheek. She looked up at Brian with her big brown eyes. He looked back down at her with intense eyes and licked his lips. “Does it taste good?” he asked.
“Mmm hmm,” Ashley moaned with his cock deep in her mouth.
“How far can you go?”
Ashley licked her lips and took a deep breath. Her plush lips slowly moved down his shaft and when she felt his head on the back of her throat, she pushed farther, until her bottom lip brushed his scrotum. Then she backed out even slower, and she felt his cock flinch on her tongue.
“Oh god,” he said.
She began working on just the tip. Sucking on it like it was a lollipop and massaging his balls with her hand while rubbing her tits with the other. “That feels good baby,” Brian said, “Your tits are amazing. Keep rubbing them. I wish my wife had tits like yours.”
Ashley stopped after he made the comment. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and wiped the spit away. “What?” she said.
Brian stammered a little, but he was freed from answering by the sound of the doorknob jiggling, followed by a knock.
“Just a second,” Brian yelled to the door.
“What do we do?” Ashley asked.
“We have to make this quick,” Brian said.
He shoved his cock in Ashley’s mouth before she was ready. Her eyes grew big with shock and Brian, unapologetically started thrusting his hips. His hand was on top of her head and he forced her to rock back and forth. Oh fuck, he’s fucking my mouth, Ashley thought.
Brian looked down at her. Her eyes were wide and bright and staring at him. Her tits jiggled slightly and her hands were on her knees, waiting patiently.
She felt the head tickle the back of her throat, and the more Brian moaned and enjoyed it, the farther his dick went down her throat, until she started to gag on it. She coughed and her eyes watered. Mascara started to run down her face. Ashley had never been abused like this before. Was it weird that she liked it?
“Here it comes,” he said as he closed his eyes.
Both of his hands were on the back of hear head, and he thrust hard into her mouth like he was fucking a pussy. Ashley opened her mouth as wide as possible and she felt the head of his dick go down her throat. She couldn’t stop gagging. She felt her face flush with color and drool ran down her chin.
“Oh fuck,” he said, and there was another knock on the door, “One second,” he yelled again.
“It’s coming you fucking bitch, I hope you’re ready…” then Brian grunted. His face turned red as he gave one last thrust. He pulled out just in time to shoot his load on Ashley’s face. The warm goo covered her from the forehead down to her lips.
“What the fuck,” Ashley said as she continued coughing.
“Sorry,” Brian said as he held onto the end of his dick. He handed her some toilet paper and buttoned his pants. Ashley wiped the cum from her face and her makeup smudged everywhere. By the end of it, she looked like a prostitute. She was one, technically.
He handed her a one hundred dollar bill and smiled. “I come here often,” he said, “anytime you need a little extra cash, just stop by.”
Ashley took the money as she leaned over the toilet and spit. “Thanks asshole,” she said, and covered her tits.
There was one more knock on the door followed by a muffled plea to hurry. “I’ll distract this guy and you sneak out behind me,” Brian said.
She splashed water on her face at the sink, and a line of freckles on her cheek was exposed. There was an argument outside the door and Ashley knew that was her cue. She opened the door enough to slip through and the man that waited outside was in Brian’s face screaming. He grabbed Brian by the collar and Brian raised his hands in defense.
That didn’t stop the man from punching Brian in the face.
Ashley smiled a little as she snuck by the two men. The few that remained in the bar were distracted by the fight, and Ashley was able to make a clean getaway, with the exception of an embarrassing wave to the pretty athlete with the toned ass, who laughed as she quickly walked to the door.
The weather turned cold and Ashley felt naked despite being in her dress once again. She turned to the strip club and was surprised to see Kate sitting on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette.
“I thought you would have left by now,” she said as she sat next to her.
“I couldn’t get a hold of you. I wanted to make sure you were safe,” Kate said, and handed the cigarette to Ashley who took a drag from it.
“So you’re smoking again huh?”
“First one in twenty years, but after tonight, I really felt like one. What happened to you? You look like hell.”
“It was an interesting night. I drank way too much and then lost the keys to the car, but don’t worry, the cab is on me,” Ashley said, and held up the one hundred dollar bill, “I don’t think we’ll be able to set up a threesome tonight.”
“That’s okay, I had a good time.”
On the cab ride home, the two of them kissed gently in the back seat, still in a euphoric and drunken stupor. The cab driver ran a red light as he watched them in the rear view mirror, but they made it home safely and spent the rest of the night fondling each other on Kate’s bed until they fell asleep.