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“What’s wrong, Eryn?” I ask her, letting her name roll off my tongue. She gets that all too familiar gleam in her eye, the gleam of lust.

“I’m just…confused and a little bit scared, to be honest. How do you know the boss?”

“The boss?” What in the fuck is this girl going on about, the boss?

“Yeah, I’m the boss. I own this establishment,” Mr. Bartender retorts and he looks all too pleased with himself. The shock is probably pretty evident on my face, but I do my best to hide it. It’s not often that I’m unable to correctly judge a person by their looks. Sure, I thought this guy was cute upon first glance, but I never pegged him as a professional. He looks all blue collar to me.

“It’s okay
, Eryn. I’ve been wanting to see those pretty titties since day one, but I figured that would be a bit too unprofessional. I usually separate business from pleasure, but I just can’t pass up an opportunity like this.” He looks deep into her eyes over my shoulder, so I turn around to look, too. I can see the wetness begin to pool and her pussy lips swell. Wow, that’s sexy as fuck. He didn’t have that instant effect on me, but he’s certainly starting to grow on me. He brushes past me and gently pushes me to the side as he walks over to the counter where Eryn still sits, legs spread wide.

“And what do we have here?”
he asks and dips his finger into her wetness—the wetness that is product of what I’ve done for her.

“What the hell, get your own!” I childishly state. I
’m turned on and pissed off at the same time and it’s an unwelcome feeling, to say the least.

“Plenty for both of us, Blondie
,” he states and leans over to kiss me before I can argue. This is twice in one day that I'm breaking my own rules, but damn if it doesn’t feel good to kiss again. All of the passion exuding from his mouth to mine leaves me with an unfamiliar tingly sensation. He grips my ass and pulls me roughly against his erection. I reach down and unzip his jeans, only to find him commando. I pull out his long, thick cock and run my hands up and down its length. Pre-cum pools immediately at the top of the head and I spread it around with my fingertips before jacking him off with quickness. He moans into my mouth and I can see his control shattering. I’m getting on top and taking control for lack of better phrasing and this is exactly the position I belong in.

“Mine
,” I state firmly.

“Yours
,” he replies back.

“Good boy. Now you deserve a treat. Pick your poison.”

“Can I fuck her?” he questions. I let go of his steadily growing cock and back up a step closer to Eryn.

“You do exactly as I fucking say and I won’t make you get down on your hands and knees on this dirty ass floor and lick every crevice between my UN-manicured toes.” He shakes his head vigorously, but his facial expression doesn’t mimic his actions. He looks as if he wants to tell me where to go with myself, but he won’t. I wear the pants and he knows it.

“You will fuck when I say you can fuck. Got me?” I state firmly. Again he nods and puts his head down in shame like a child whose just been scolded. I smirk.

I walk over to where Eryn still sits, ready and willing.

“What do you want, baby? Ya want Mr. Bartender to split your pretty pussy apart with his big, dumb dick?” She giggles at my insensitivity. She giggles a lot, but I kind of like it. It makes me smile, too.

“I want you
,” She says to me and I believe her. She’s not in this for the long haul, I’m not stupid. But tonight, she’s down for any and all new experiences she can get in. I make people feel comfortable with me. I make them believe that life is all about walking in the unknown. Why the fuck they trust me like that, I’ll never understand.

“Where do you want me
, baby? You want me right…here?” I question and trail my tongue down her neck, to where her nipples stand at attention. She moans loudly in response, so I know I’m heading in the right direction.

Eryn attempts to grab onto my hair but I brusquely remove her hands. I grab her wrists and firmly pin them against the mirror, above her head. I bring a nipple into my mouth and suck hard. I leave a hickey on the side of each of her beautiful tits. Mine. All the time, Mr. Bartender doesn
’t try to interject himself again. He watches and has his hand firmly wrapped around his hard dick, rubbing it so quick that I can barely see his hand moving.

“You wanna suck his dick
, baby?” I ask her and she shakes her head excitedly. I move out of her way so she can jump down off the sink and she quickly makes her way over to where he stands. She gets down on her knees in front of him and I take that moment to flash record this picture in my mind. Eryn is truly a sight to behold and Mr. Bartender is not too bad himself, now that I’m seeing this side of him. As long as he continues to submit, we will have no issues.

Eryn takes his cock in her mouth in one fluid motion and his eyes roll back in his head as he grips her long dark hair in his strong hands. He pulls on her hair like they are reins on a horse and he
’s telling her to go faster.

“Oh yes, bring me in your mouth. God
, I can feel your wet mouth all around my cock. You feel so fucking good. So sexy.” I take that opportunity to walk up behind Eryn, with my legs on either side of her and place my hand over top of his. He opens his eyes and sees me through his lust-filled haze. I wink at him and he releases his hold on her hand and drops his arms to his sides. She’s still going at him, in and out goes his thick cock. I can hear the popping noise every time the head pops out between her luscious lips and my pussy continuously grows wetter. Right when he is getting close to cumming, I wrap my hands around Eryn’s neck and pull her back into me. I choke her and scream, “Fuck her mouth! Do it hard!” I can see cum steadily dripping beneath her legs, she is loving every minute of this. He fucks her face hard until she gags and he cums all over her face, tits, and down her throat. I release my grip so that she can suck the rest of his cum while his dick deflates. I hop onto the bathroom counter and spread my legs.

“My turn.” I don’t care which of them takes care of me, but one of them had better volunteer and quick before I lose my shit. My pussy is aching.

They both rush over and I’m elated at the sudden show of want. Mr. Bartender isn’t in full working order so Eryn sets to work getting me as primed as possible while he strokes his cock and tries to bring it back to life for round two. I’m impressed when she makes me cum within a matter of minutes by the use of her tongue. Mr. Bartender’s dick is finally up and he places his hand on Eryn’s shoulder to let her know as much. She steps aside and he comes close to ramming inside of me without even thinking twice about it.

“I don’t think so. Condom!” I shout at him. He finds his discarded pants with quickness and grabs a condom out of his pocket. I find it pretty fucking weird that he carries an entire strip of them around in his pants pocket, but who am I to judge. He rips it open with his teeth and slides it over himself.

“Now,” I state calmly. I even add a yawn for effect.

He positions himself at my center and slams into me without warning.

“Oh fuckkkk!” I scream. I wasn’t expecting such a brutal attack. “Harder!” I want him to rip me in half. I want to be manhandled to the best of his ability times ten. If someone doesn’t take control of me for good, I’ll never get better. He fucks me hard for a minute before slowing his pace and stroking me softly with his dick.

“No fuck that! I want it hard! Do you not follow directions
, dog?” I ask furiously. He slides all the way out and I think he’s going to leave when he rears back and slams into me again. My back slams up against the bathroom mirror and I hear it crack. Luckily, it doesn’t shatter to pieces or else I’d probably be a bloody mess right now. I throw my arms out, attempting to grip onto anything I can. He’s furiously fucking me into submission, but he’s wasting his time. I’ll never submit. I finally get a firm grip on him and dig my nails into the skin surrounding his shoulder blades. His head shoots forward at the sudden burst of pain and I bring my lips to his and kiss him. I bite down on his bottom lip when he least expects it and we both cum in chorus with one another.

We are all panting and exhausted, but satisfied.

Your place or mine?

They get dressed, straighten themselves out, and all I do is reapply my red lipstick. I want everyone in the club to know exactly what we were doing. I thrive on that kind of attention. I place a kiss right to the top of Eryn’s cleavage and leave behind a bright red lip print for all to see. Little does she know, she’s mine now. At least for the duration that I’ll be in town. I get bored quickly.

“Your place or mine?” Mr. Bartender inquires. I still haven’t caught his name, but eh
…who the fuck cares? He has a cute dimple in his left cheek and I really want to stick my tongue in it and see how deep it goes. I’m such a weird bitch, but they all love it.

“I don’t go home with strangers
,” I reply and bat my long, dark eyelashes.

“But you fuck them in random bathrooms?”
he quickly quips.

“Newsflash
, Boy Scout, I didn’t fuck anyone. I’m an angel. My clothes were still on, if you don’t recall, at the end of that sexcapade.” I laugh to myself. I never had to take my dress off to get sexed. It was a damn good idea to forgo panties tonight. He just shakes his head and grins. He doesn’t respond because he knows I’m right. I’m always right, and if ever I’m not, I’ll lie good enough that it seems as if I am.

“We can go to my place
,” Eryn chimes in. I can only imagine where she lives on a waitress salary. I’d rather go to her place than mine, though. I don’t want anyone to know where I’m staying. I’d like stay evidence free.

“Deal. Lead the way
,” Mr. Bartender states.

“But wait…our shifts aren’t over!” Eryn is just now coming back down to earth on the fact that she spent most of her shift in the bathroom. It’s never a bad thing to get paid and to get off at the same time
, in my opinion.

“You’re forgetting something, Eryn. I’m the boss.” She nods and smiles. I catch a glimpse of lust in her eyes. I think she
’s ready for another round. Mr. Bartender may be her boss at work, but I’m the boss in the bedroom and they all better do good and remember that.

We make our way through the heavy crowd and pass by the bar. Mr. Bartender sends a wave and nobody even questions him. I like that power, it turns me on. It will turn me on even more when I take away the power. He leads the way to the back parking lot and a beautiful black Porsche.

“You all can leave your cars here, I’ll bring you back in the morning.” It’s cute that he assumes we’ll all be spending the whole night together. You know what they say about assuming, makes an ass out of you and me.

“Sounds good
, handsome.” I flirt and I almost see the hint of blush rise up on his neck. I never thought I’d see the day where a man would blush.

Eryn climbs in the cramped backseat and I follow. If he wants to drive, he may as well play chauffeur the proper way.

“I’m over on Broadway,” Eryn tells Mr. Bartender.

“I know that. I’ve looked at your file
,” he replies.

“Well
, that’s creepy as fuck, Mr. Bartender. I guess at least if you’re going to have a stalker, babe, he’s cute, if nothing else.” I laugh and rub my hand up her bare inner thigh. I see him glare in the rear view mirror, so I stick my tongue out at him in response and that draws a smile from ear to ear out of him.

I can hear Eryn panting close to my ear. I redirect my attention and focus on her. I didn
’t realize, but my hand is lazily trailing its way up her thigh and under her skirt. The girl is going to make a mess all over these leather seats. That’s okay, I think Mr. Bartender can afford a car detail.

“What
, baby?” I question alluringly.

“Mm. More
,” she responds and I giggle at how much she’s loving this.

“More what? Tell me what you want
,” I say as I get closer to her warm entrance. I can feel the heat emanating off of her and how wet she is. Just like me, she gets wet easily. I get turned on by emotions and circumstances, though; not people.

“Rub me…please
,” she begs and I give her exactly what she’s requesting. I thrust two fingers inside her warm and waiting pussy. In and out vigorously, while rubbing my thumb over her sensitive clit until she falls apart all over the backseat.

“Seriously
, you two? You can’t wait until we get back to Eryn’s place? We’re almost there.” Mr. Bartender sounds pissed.

“Don’t be mad because we had a bit of fun without you
, Mr. Bartender. Keep in mind, this is my rodeo, cowboy. If you don’t want to ride, feel free to drop us right here.” As much as I don’t want to admit it, Mr. Bartender is growing on me and I wanted his cock to fill my center more than anything I’ve craved in a long time. I’m not even the slightest bit afraid that he’s going to give up this opportunity. Most men pray to have a girl on girl experience. Whether it’s watching, participating, or both. They hardly ever think with their big heads, only the one downstairs.

“
Mr. Bartender?” he questions and laughs out loud.

“Well
, you never told me your name.” 

“You never asked
,” he quickly retorts back.

“And I never will
,” I reply, not even a little bit fazed. If he thinks I give a shit what his name is, he’s in for a rude awakening. The only thing I care about is that he uses a condom and fucks me nice and properly. Preferably in silence.

“I’m Savage.” I don’t mean to, but I literally go into a laughing fit in the back seat. He doesn’t look thrilled at my outrage.

“Are you fucking serious?” 

“Dead.” My mind flashes to darker places and I change the subject.

“Are we there yet?” I whine.

“Almost
, baby girl. Then I get to play with your pretty pussy.” Eryn whispers in my ear. It’s just now registering to me she isn’t wearing any panties this time around.

“Where are your panties?” I question.

“I took them as a keepsake,” Savage answers for her. Wow, he’s a definite creeper. This ought to be fun. Eryn doesn’t seem to mind, though. She twirls a long strand of her dark hair around her finger and stares out of the window at the passersby walking aimlessly around the bright lit city. It takes about seven more minutes to reach our destination and I’m pretty out of sorts when we pull into the driveway of a massive house.

“This is yours?” I ask Eryn sincerely. I’m impressed by this place. It’s old, but beautiful in a unique way. It almost reminds me of
an Edgar Allan Poe story I read back in school. It has gargoyles on the outside of the cement steps leading into the gorgeous entranceway.

“Yep. You seem surprised
,” she says and takes my hand in hers after Savage shuts the car off. We exit his vehicle and head up to the house.

“Maybe I am. But it’s definitely a good surprise
,” I respond. She seems satisfied with my answer and doesn’t push the issue. She grabs my hand and pulls me up the front steps. The door is quickly unlocked and I push open the heavy cherry wood door.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” I stare around in awe. The walls are lined with artwork of every genre. It is impeccably decorated with antique furniture. She leads us up the stairs to her master bedroom. A huge four poster bed sits in the middle of the room, demanding attention from anyone who has the pleasure of gracing this room.

I place my purse on the nightstand next to the bed, it’s getting heavier by the minute and beginning to put too much unwanted pressure on my shoulder. I walk over to the bed, not paying attention if they are following my lead or not. I run my hand along the plush down comforter. Everything on her bed is the most virgin of whites. I climb onto the bed and spread out. I feel like an angel laying on a cloud. I am far from an angel though, and this will be the closest I get to feeling like I’m touching a piece of heaven. I feel the bed dip and see Savage ripping his shirt from his defined chest.

He has bright tattoos lining his chest, only leaving his chiseled abs exposed from any obstructions. Both of his arms have tattoos as well, except they are all in blacks and grays. The contrast between the work on his arms and chest is questionable. Almost like completely different people house the tattoos, different eras in life. The more I actually study his features, he truly is beautiful in a
nontraditional sort of way. He has unkempt, shaggy dark hair and hunter green eyes. His muscles are bulging and you can tell he works out. His nose is slightly crooked, like it’s been broken a time or two. He has that don’t-give-a-shit attitude when it comes to dressing, but he still makes it look pretty sexy. The more I get to know him, the more attractive he becomes. I’m glad he’s jumping out of the realm of just cute because I really want him to manhandle me, even if I can only take it for a short time. It will be a welcome change to what I’m used to. He wastes no time, so I don’t plan on wasting my own, either. I turn and roll over on the bed so I’m face down.

“Unzip
,” I demand. I feel his strong hands ripping down my zipper with haste.

“You break it, you buy it
, turbo,” I tell him before he has a chance to completely rip the dress from my body. He laughs full heartily.

“I’m serious
,” I quip but his laughing only increases, shaking the entire bed. When the zipper is all the way down, I lift my body up and slip my arms out the front. I shimmy it down the rest of my body, still having my back facing towards them. I hear a gasp and I smile to myself at the response.

“Your body is like a work of art. So beautiful!” Eryn all but shouts. I’m not wearing a bra or panties. I rarely ever do. I don’t like to be constricted.

My breasts are perky and so is my ass. I try to eat right and maintain my health, as well as my shape. I use my body like a weapon of mass destruction, any change in it would throw off my entire game. Strong hands grip my hips and pull me firmly back. Savage runs his fingers up my body and lingers at my rib cage. He works his hands to the front of my breasts and plucks the nipples until they are standing at attention. I lay my head back against his chest and indulge myself in the attention. I’m not used to being the one getting pampered. Generally, I’m in control. I can feel wetness pool at my thighs. I feel the bed dip again, so I open my eyes, which had been firmly closed, almost in a painful way. She comes up to me, places her lips gently on my neck and begins to lick and nibble lightly. I unwillingly let out a loud moan and her pressure on my neck increases. Savage slides his hands down my front until they are both gliding over my slick entrance, tempting me to open wide. I’m kneeling on the bed now, so I slide my knees further out to grant him access. My flexibility is very beneficial and I take full advantage of my talent. Savage slides a finger inside my pussy and toys at my tight hole, putting one, two, and finally three fingers inside. I feel deliciously full, but something is still missing.

“Mm…
hot damn, baby. Is this all for me?” I’m not sure what he’s referring to, but I’ll tell him whatever the fuck he wants to hear. There’s no shame in my game.

“Oh yes. I’m all yours
, baby. My pussy is begging to be fucked by your big cock.” I’ve never really enjoyed talking dirty. It just comes naturally to me, almost as much as lying does. He begins thrusting harder into me and I’m reaching up and slamming back down to help the process along. Eryn is now fully naked and lying spread eagle in front of me. She’s playing with her own pink pussy and I almost lose all control when she reaches her fingers into her mouth to lick the cum off. She flashes me a set of perfectly straight teeth and licks her lips seductively. Savage is still finger fucking me with vigor, but I grab his hand and halt him. I hear him groan and slide his fingers out. I don’t say anything, but instead get on all fours and crawl over to Eryn.

“Hey
, baby, did you miss me?” I ask her.

“I missed your mouth…right here.” She points her finger down and I laugh. I stick my tongue out and glide it along her leg, trailing it towards the inside of her thigh and up into her inviting cleft. I stare her right in the eyes during the entire transition and she never breaks eye contact. I like confidence in my women. One that looks away is ashamed and I don’t want to be with someone like that. As I
’m teasing Eryn’s delectable little pussy, Savage comes up behind me and I can feel the head of his dick sliding up and down my ass crack. I’m glad that he put a condom on without me having to ask him. My control is really shattered at the moment. I shake my ass from left to right, teasing him right back. He starts to prime my asshole with ease, he must still have my cum on his fingers. He slowly works his way into my ass and lets me adjust, only I’m no virgin. My holes have all been properly sated. So I force myself back onto his waiting finger.

“I’m ready,
goddammit. Do it already!” I scream at him. I’m done playing games. I’m the only one that is allowed to tease. He doesn’t say a word and I like that shit. He pours a warm liquid down my crack and rubs it around the hole. Without warning, he rears back and slams into me at full force. I scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He pauses for what seems like an eternity and I’m getting more than a little frustrated with being treated like a porcelain doll.