Bar Tricks (4 page)

“Lead the way cowboy.”

Slamming the door shut, I try to keep myself from running to the driver’s side. Any regrets of coming in tonight quickly vanish. I can’t believe I even remembered her name. That’s so unlike me. But she’s also the opposite of what I normally go for in a woman.  This is going to be fun. I smile to myself as I climb up inside the truck. Looking over, the lust in her eyes drives me crazy. I start the truck and peel out of the parking lot. It’s going to be a long night.

Strip Tease

Walking into Take It Off with Peter, I have second thoughts about being here. For the hundredth time. Why did I let him talk me into coming here? It’s not like I’m new to being in strip clubs. But this one has the worst reputation. I don’t even want to think about how many guys each girl has fucked that night already. The crowd is pretty thin. But it’s a Wednesday night, so I suppose it wouldn’t be that busy. But we’re deploying to Afghanistan tomorrow, so this is our last hoorah.

“Hey Seth,” Peter says, nudging me with his elbow.

I follow his gaze and see what he’s pointing at. On the stage is a curvy blonde, beautiful, wearing only a mini skirt and bikini bra. Beth, my ex. She left me when I went to basic training, claiming she couldn’t wait around for me because she was going places. Now she’s stripping? Oh how the mighty have fallen. Maybe she should have waited. I was going to propose to her when I came back. Pulling me towards the empty seats by the stage, I lowered my head, hoping she wouldn’t recognize me. The last thing I need is an ugly confrontation with an ex. As the bass vibrated through the room, another girl emerged from the back. Marcy, her best friend. Marcy always was a wild one, getting Beth into trouble. Wild parties, lots of booze and men. Even though I knew Beth had been unfaithful, I had still loved her and was willing to work things out. Now, I just pity her. Them both actually.

Sitting down, we’re approached by a waitress. As Rob Zombie pounds through the PA system, I’m shocked that she can even hear Peter’s order. As she wiggles her hips away to get our beers, Peter pulls out a five and tosses it at me.

“Go get it man! You’ve been there done that. She won’t hit you for touching.”

I can hear the laughter seeping through his voice. Hoping she hasn’t recognized me yet, I shake my head no. It’s awkward for me, but what does he care? We came to have fun right? Maybe I shouldn’t care either. I want to have fun as much as he does. Picking up the five, I fold it, so it will sit over my face. Climbing up on the stage, I lay down, covering my face with the money. Anticipation eats at my stomach as I wait for one of the girls to come over. I can only hope they don’t cause a scene when they realize it’s me. Hearing the heels click their way to me, I feel one of the girls straddle me. Grinding their pussy against my cock, it betrays me and goes rigid and hard. The zipper of my jeans bites into my skin as she keeps grinding. Finally, the moment I’ve waited for, she bends over, grabbing the money with her breasts. Pulling it away, and tossing it towards the center of the stage, she leans in to kiss my cheek. Seeing the shock on Beth’s face when she recognizes me is priceless. I wrap my hand in her long blonde hair and yank her towards me, crushing her mouth with my lips before she can react. Her tiny fist pounds at my chest, then she gives in, returning the kiss and resumes grinding against me. Without warning, I feel two hands yank us apart and I’m pulled from the stage as she falls to the side of me, staying on the stage. As I fall, my head bounces off the edge of the stage. Collapsing in a pile, I look up into the angry face of the ugly bald bouncer.

“No touching the girls, you’re out of here.”

As I try to stand, I hear Beth yelling from behind me.

“He’s ok Larry. That’s my boyfriend. No worries. I’ll let you know when I need you.”

Her voice soothes him and he turns to me. Pointing a pudgy finger in my face, he stares down at me.

“First, last and only warning. No touching. Boyfriend or not. Then the other losers get ideas that they can touch too.”

As he stalks away, the girls resume dancing and our waitress returns with our beers. Grabbing the bottle, I slam it in a few
gulps. Looking at Peter, waiting while he digs for his money, I put the bottle back on her tray.

“We’ll take two more and two shots of Patron.”

Dropping a twenty on her tray, she smiles at me and heads back to the bar.

As I sit down, I look up, watching as the woman who used to be my life grinds on her best friend. I rub the growing bump on the back of my head and wince. It hurts like a bitch. Marcy shakes her ass as she slowly peels down the skirt Beth is wearing, revealing a G-string underneath. Her pert little ass is still amazing. My mouth salivates at the memories of licking her body, tasting her everywhere, just like Marcy is now. She licks her way back up Beth’s body while reaching up to tug at the bikini strings. The few men in the place are fixated on the two of them. Beth weaves her fingers into Marcy’s short hair which she has dyed purple. She’s always been the odd one. It’s still hot. The two girls are practically fucking on stage. Marcy presses a finger onto Beth’s clit and I watch in agony as her head rolls back in pleasure. Whether fake or real, it’s still hot. My dick is so hard I feel like I’m going to burst. Beth moves away as Marcy undresses. Climbing to the top of the pole in only her G-string and heels, she hangs upside down, her large breasts bouncing as she slides down. The song changes to another rock beat, and with both girls naked now, I assume this is their last one. The few other men at the stage hold out ones vying for the girl’s attention. Letting the sleazy dudes put the money in their strings and smack their ass, they look like they enjoy it, but I know Beth. That look is fake. She hates it here. Things must be desperate for her.

The waitress comes back with our next round. Peter looks at me. His first beer is still full.

“Come on, man up bitch,” I shout at him, holding my Patron up.

We clink and toss the liquor back. The burn in my throat feels great. It’s a small distraction from the pain in my cock. I look at the waitress, hand her another twenty.

“Just keep the beers coming until that’s gone, I’ll g
ive you more then, ok honey?”

With a giggle, she makes her way around the room to the other customers
.

“We can go if you want, I didn’t know she was working here or that it would bother you.”

Peter leans in, but I shake my head no, keeping my eyes on the stage. The girls are licking each other’s breasts, gyrating their hips and wiggling against each other. Squirming in my seat, I try to position myself better, without pinching my nuts. Damn, this is crazy. I’ve been so mad at Beth for two years and now I’m so turned on by her that I’m in pain. As the song ends, the girls pick up their discarded clothing and money, heading back stage. Peter and I sit there waiting for the next girls. Hopefully they will be good looking, I could use a lap dance and some relief. Before the next song starts, our waitress returns with two more beers, collects the empties, then leans down to me.

“Candy and Honey would like to give you a lap dance, you can head behind the curtains there,” she points behind us, next to the bar. Candy and Honey? Who the hell is that?

Oh well, I’m not about to turn down a lap dance. Standing, I smack Peter on the shoulder and move towards the curtained area. The bouncer pulls the red curtain aside to let me through. The room is dark save for a few black lights scattered about. The waitress rushes through the curtain and leads me to a booth at the back of the room. I set my beer on the table and sit on the leather couch. I wonder how much cum is on this couch.

Giggling floats through the door behind me. As I turn, Beth and Marcy bust through, making a beeline for me. Closing the curtain to the booth, they saunter towards me.
“Candy and Honey? Really girls?” I joke with them as they both collapse into my lap.

“How you been Seth? I’ve missed you,” Beth whispers into my ear.

Marcy’s hand begins feeling her way up my shirt as she covers my neck with soft kisses. Her velvety lips teasing my skin.

“Oh yea? I thought you couldn’t wait for me. On to bigger things, right?” I ask her, hoping she hears the sarcasm in my voice
.

“We didn’t ask you back here to fight Seth, we want to fuck,” Marcy says.

Beth’s hand starts undoing my jeans, trying like hell to get to my cock. Really? Both of them? I have always wondered what it would be like to fuck Marcy, hell even to have a threesome, but since half our town already had her, I need only ask any man I passed. Beth slides a condom from her bikini top she had put back on. Setting it on the table, she gets off my lap then kneels in front of me. Marcy climbs on top of me, facing Beth, her wet pussy dripping all over my dick Beth freed. She pulls my hands up to cover her breasts, leaning back into me. I begin rolling her nipples in my fingers. She groans and bucks her hips against me. I can feel that she doesn’t have panties on as her juicy lips glide against my shaft. I can’t see anything past Marcy’s head. But I feel Beth’s hands on my thighs. Her tongue licks at my dick as Marcy continues sliding along me, then I hear her moan. My cock twitches beneath her. Trying to look around her, I see Beth’s head between Marcy’s legs. A hand grabs at mine, pulling my fingers towards her clit. Beth sucks my finger into her mouth, tonguing the digit, then slides it along Marcy’s clit. I feel her tongue lapping at Marcy’s pussy while I rub circles around her nub. Marcy’s hips buck as she tries to ride everything at once. Between sliding on my dick, my finger and Beth’s tongue, I can feel her frustration.

Within moments Marcy is screaming out with her orgasm. My cock is so hard and dripping wet, covered with Marcy’s juices. She stands, pulling me to my feet. Beth squeezes between us and sits down where I just was. Marcy kneels in front of her and begins lapping at Beth’s pussy, shoving her ass in the air. Beth motions towards the condom. I quickly rip the wrapper and slide it on. This is awesome. Slapping Marcy’s ass, I hear her groans. I rub at the reddening flesh then part her ass cheeks. Running my hand down her dripping pussy, I flick her clit. Her hips buck, thrusting towards my waiting cock. She never stops licking at Beth though. Beth has her head thrown back, crying out in pleasure as her friend eats her out. With a hard thrust, I slam my cock into Marcy’s hot core. Both women cry out with pleasure. Grabbing on to her hips, I slide myself in and out of her slowly. Her muscles clamp down on me, milking my cock for all it has. Thankfully I’m lasting. With all this build up I was afraid I’d come quickly. I hold onto her hips, pulling her into me, her ass bouncing off my abs. Watching Marcy lick at Beth’s pussy as I pound into her is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, hell, hotter than any wet dream I’ve ever had. Marcy’s hand slides from Beth’s thigh and I watch as she slips two fingers inside of her. Beth’s hands dig into Marcy’s short hair, pulling her head into her, holding her hostage as she laps at that clit. Marcy screams out at me.
“Harder.” I comply.

Slamming my dick in and out of her I watch Beth, digging her fingers into Marcy’s head then she cries out.

“Oh my god, Marcy, fuck.”

Her body shudders as she climaxes. Reaching her hand down under Marcy, she begins twirling around her clit. It only takes a few seconds for her to cry out with her peak as well. With a final slam, I release myself, pumping my cum inside of Marcy. Her pussy tightening and having spasms on my dick just sent me over the edge. Pulling out of her, I lean back on my knees. Marcy climbs up, curling into Beth’s lap
.

“Thanks Seth. We needed that,” Beth says, smiling at me.

“Um, yea. What do I do with this?” I ask her, motioning to the condom.

Waving her hand, she wraps her arms around Marcy and closes her eyes. Pulling the condom of
f, I drop it on the table, pull my pants up and grab my beer. Taking one last look at the woman I once loved, I realize she’s found what she wants, or rather, who. Shaking my head, I chug my beer as I make my way back to Peter.

“Hey man, how was it?” he asks me before I can even sit down.

“You know,
hot, sexy, stimulating.” I wink at him and turn to watch the new girl on stage, my hard on finally gone.

At least I’ll have some good memories to hold on to while I’ve overseas. Smiling to myself, I motion the waitress over for another drink. Never have I been
happier to be at a strip club before.
 

Ex Drama

Turning on my stool, I glance at the door again. Where the hell is Sharon? She was supposed to be here a half hour ago. It was her idea to come out tonight in the first place. Sighing, I turn back to the bar. Max, the bartender stops in front of me. It’s pretty busy tonight. Dime a Dozen usually is busy, but it’s insane here tonight.

“What’s up Alexa? Sharon a no-show?” he asks me
.

Nodding, I motion for another drink. These beers are going down too easy tonight. I should probably slow down,
in case she doesn’t show up, so I can drive home. Max turns to grab me a beer and I almost fall out of my seat when a hand lands on my shoulder.
“Alexa, baby, you’re looking hot tonight. I sure do miss your ass when it looks that nice.”

Rolling my eyes, I turn and come face to face with my asshole ex-boyfriend. Carter was a cheating son of a bitch. He slept with my college roommate, her sister and my sister. I finally wised up and left his ass, but he has a habit of popping up unexpectedly. At least this time I look a hell of a lot
sexier than I did when we ran into each other in the grocery store. Glancing down, I check my teal dress to make sure it still looks ok. The strapless dress grips every curve in my body, and I know that with my black stilettos it makes a cute combo.

“Carter, get away from me,” I shove his hand off my shoulder.

“You ok Alexa?” Max asks me, setting my fresh beer in front of me.
“Here, bartender, I got that for the lady,” Carter says, throwing a twenty at Max.

He arches his eyebrows, looking from me to Carter. I shake my head no and he hands Carter back his money.

“Sorry, the lady doesn’t want your drink,” Max says, then turning his attention to the other customers at the bar
.

“Baby, come on, what are you doing here alone? That bitch of a friend ditch you again?”

Sure Sharon has problems showing up on time for things, but she’s never flat out ditched me before. Especially tonight. We’re supposed to be celebrating her promotion. Ignoring Carter, I keep looking around the bar in hopes of seeing her.

“Come on Alexa, let’s get out of here. I miss you. We could go back to my place. Catch up.” He sounds so pathetic. What did I even see in this asshole?

“Get lost Carter. I don’t have time for you.”

He grabs at my arm, pulling me off my stool. Throwing my hand out to steady myself, I press it against his chest. He always did have a problem with his temper.

“Alexa, I don’t feel like playing your little games. You’re sitting here alone. Of course you have time for me.”

His face is so close to mine so he can be heard, the heat from his breath is on my cheek.
“Let go of me Carter. I’m not yours, I’m not going anywhere with you. Get away from me.”

As I struggle to pull free from his grasp, someone taps him on the shoulder. A tall man, short brown hair, crisp blue eyes, and with a chiseled jaw pushes him aside.

“Hey honey, sorry I’m late,” he says to me.

Nudging Carter out of the way, he wraps his arm around my shoulders. Carter has no choice but to let go of me. This stranger is built
, I think to myself as I let my eyes roam his body. His shoulders could put anyone in here to shame, even the bouncers. Leaning into me, I feel the hardness of his body press against me. He extends his hand to Carter.

“Hey man, I’m
Eric.” Carter looks at his hand and turns to stomp away.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I look at the stranger who just rescued me.

“Thank you, can I buy you a drink?” I ask him.

“Absolutely. I was waiting behind him to get to the bar for a drink. I had to do something to speed things along, besides, you looked like you could use a rescue.” He smiles at me and it’s the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen.

My knees shake. To say the man is handsome would be an understatement.

Waving down Max, I order Eric a drink. He slides up to the bar next to my stool. As I pull myself back up, he leans against the bar and looks at me.

“You okay? Did he hurt you?”

“Thanks, no I’m fine. He’s just an ex who doesn’t seem to realize that a year later, I still don’t want him.”

“Ouch, really? A year? Although I can’t completely blame him. If my ex looked like you, I’d probably beg her to take me back too.” He winks at me.

My legs twitch. What the hell? I mean, I know it’s been about six months since I got laid, but never have I feel turned on by a wink before.

“Yea, well he cheated, a lot, so I’m not ever going to take him back, especially if he keeps acting like that. The damn man can’t even acknowledge that he did something wrong. And, I’m rambling. I’m sorry, not trying to give you my whole life story.” I smile meekly, looking away from him.

Feeling the heat creep into my cheeks as I blush, I turn towards my drink. Tipping it back, I risk a peek at Eric. He’s still staring at me, still smiling and yep, still turning me on. Squirming in my seat, I hope that the fact that my panties are now wet won’t show through the flimsy material of my dress. Or worse, hopefully he can’t smell how excited I am. I mean he’s only two inches away from me.

“So, are you meeting someone here?” Eric asks me, sipping on his beer. Nodding, I’m finding it hard to talk.

“Yes, my friend was supposed to be here, we’re celebrating tonight. But she’s
extremely late. Not that it’s anything new for her.”

“Well, you’re welcome to hang out with me if you want,” he says.

“After all, the way I see it, you owe me a dance of two for saving you.” I can’t help but laugh.

“How long are you going to lord that over me?”

“Long enough to make you feel guilty. I’m hoping that guilt will turn into a dance, then maybe a kiss. Because right now, all I can think of is kissing those sweet lips of yours.”

Here goes the blushing again.
Unconsciously, I lick my lips watch with excitement as Eric closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He opens them, looking down at me. He takes my hand and pulls me towards the dance floor. I stumble a little on my heels trying to keep up. His long legs carrying us quickly. Smiling to myself, I think this is going to turn into a fun night.

The fast music playing around us shakes the floor. Wrapping his arms around my waist, Eric pulls my body flush against his. Every inch of us that connects feels on fire. He begins swaying to the music, pulling me along with him. As we dance, I take the time to run my hands up and down his body. The lines I feel under his shirt promise me something yummy to look at and the hardness of his cock promises me a good time tonight. Thoughts of Sharon and Carter quickly leave my mind, replaced my images of Eric shoving his cock into me. Leaning in closer to his as we dance, I look up, smiling at him. The way he’s looking at me, it’s like I’m the only person here. Feeling bold, I make my move.

“You want to go somewhere?” I shout at him over the music. Flashing those pearly whites at me, he nods. Taking my hand, he leads, I
follow. He must be taking me to the bathroom. Normally I would find that cheap and sleazy, but I want this man so bad right now that I don’t even care. As a waitress passes by with a tray of shots, she stops in front of Eric. The way she’s smiling and batting her eyes at him make me want to gouge his eyes out. I just met him, so I don’t know why I’m so jealous, but I am. Eric grabs two shots from the tray and hands one to me. The waitress flashes me an angry look and I knock back the liquor. Tossing the empty onto her tray, I smile, hoping it pisses her off. Yes, Eric is gorgeous and she should be jealous, not me. Yanking on my arm, we’re off again. Heading towards the hallway with the bathrooms, there’s a line. This ought to be fun. But instead of waiting, Eric walks around everyone and continues down the hallway.

“Where are we going? I don’t think we’re allowed back here,” I ask him
.

“Sweetie, don’t worry. You’re allowed wherever you want here. Trust me.”

Pulling a ring of keys out of his pocket, he unlocks the door at the end of the hall. Does he work here? Placing a hand on my sweaty back, he guides me inside ahead of him. The office is clean and very masculine. Leather furniture, a dark cherry desk, couch,
and chair. Leading me to the couch, he pushes me down. I collapse, throwing my legs up onto the plush seat. Crawling on top of me, Eric has a look on his face that says pure Predator. My insides shiver and a ripple of excitement rushes through my body. Grabbing my arms, he pushes them up over my head. Kissing his way down my neck, I can’t hold back the moans. Moving my hips under his body, I feel his hard cock pressing into my thigh.

“Alexa, you’re so god damn sexy,” he mumbles against my neck.

His chin brushing against the top of my chest. Taking both my wrists in his one hand, he moves the other down. A harsh caress down my body then back up, he tugs my dress down, exposing my breast. Biting my nipple, I yell out. It hurt but at the same time felt so good. I feel my pussy soaking through my panties so bad now. Thrusting his hips against me, Eric begins grinding into me. Twisting my hips, trying to free my legs from beneath him, I manage to get them out and wrap them around him. Finally letting go of my arms, his hands slide up and down my body as he licks at my nipple. Rough fingers grasp at my ass, kneading into my skin, pinned beneath our bodies.

“I want this ass so bad. I couldn’t stop staring at you from across the room. I may have been selfish in my
rescue of you,” he murmurs against my breast.

“Then take it,” I say, trying to stifle a nervous laugh.

He sits up, pulling me with him. Yanking at my dress, he pulls it over my head in one swift move. Thankfully I wore something sexy under it. My breath catching, I watch as he looks at me. His eyes darkening with lust.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, looking me up and down, taking in the blue lace bra and
matching panties. Standing, he tugs at my arm. I stand before him, his hands roaming my near naked body.

Without warning, he spins me around, pushing on my head. I bend over, grabbing the back of the couch. My pussy clenches with anticipation.

“I’m going to take your ass,” he promises.

Tightening my grip on the couch, I wiggle my hips, feeling impatient. Hooking a finger into the lacy boy shorts I have on, I hear the material rip and he shreds them off my body. Cool air hits my skin and I shiver with excitement. A loud crack lets loose a gasp as he spanks me. Rubbing the skin, he does it again. Oh my, who knew that could be so exciting. I’ve never been spanked before, but I think I may like it. I hear his zipper as he drops his pants. Looking over my shoulder, I see his cock, large and hard, springing free of his pants. Moaning, I rock backwards, dying to feel him inside of me. It’s so big, I worry if it will even fit. He grabs it, rubbing it along my pussy, coating it in my juices.

“So wet for me already. So responsive.”

He spanks my ass already. The stinging sensation sending waves through my body. Shaking, I cry out.

“Eric, oh my god. Please, I can’t wait.”

He wraps a hand around my hip as his other reaches around me, flicking at my clit. My body shakes as he rolls his fingers deftly around my nub, rubbing, pulling me to my peak. As my orgasm comes on quickly, I scream out. Before my body is even done convulsing, I feel something cold drip down my ass. His fingers twirls it around. Where the hell did he get lube from? A slight pressure at the opening of my ass, then he pushes his finger in. Twisting, flicking, he pushes it in and out.

“That’s right baby, you want this don’t you?” he asks me.

Unable to verbalize a response, I just nod my head vigorously, pressing backwards into him. He adds a second finger to my ass. One hand kneading the skin of my cheek the other working inside of me. Waves of anticipation rack my body as he caresses the inside of me. When he withdraws, I’m left feeling empty, wanting more. All of a sudden, he shoves his cock inside of me. My body goes rigid. He’s so big, it hurts at first. I feel my stomach muscles clench, the sensation and pressure are almost too much. Holding my hips, sitting inside of me, I hear him grunting.

“So fucking tight Alexa. So tight.”

Slowly he pulls out partially, then thrusts back in. My whole body shifts with his movement. As the pain subsides, the pleasure increases.

“Play with yourself,” he demands.

Following his lead, I reach my fingers down to my pussy and rub around my clit. I’ve played with myself before, but never while someone was in me. The dual sensations are intense and
inebriating. He shoves two fingers inside of my pussy, matching the thrusts of his cock inside of my ass. I continue playing with my clit. So full, I’ve never felt so full, so overwhelmed by the pleasure I’m feeling. Every part of my body is humming, begging for release. I moan loudly as the pressure in the pit of my stomach builds to an intense tornado of fury. My climax crashing down on me sends my body into shock. I scream out as I cum all over his fingers. His movements inside of me become frenzied. He pounds his cock in and out of me faster, his fingers swirling inside of me. My juice dripping down his hand. I hold onto the couch for dear life. With a final shove, I can sense his cock twitching inside of me as he fills me with his cum. Pulling me up to stand, he slowly withdraws his now soft cock from me. Kissing the back of my neck, he wraps his arms around me, fondling my breasts.