Bar Tricks

by N Kuhn

  “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 off, 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.

  “Holy shit Eric, that was,”

  “Amazing?” he interrupts.

  “Yea.” Stepping away from me, he pulls up his pants, turning to grab tissues from the desk, he kneels, wiping at my backside and pussy, cleaning me up.

  Wow, the man even cleans up his messes! Before standing, he leans in, kissing the raw area of my ass that he spanked. This man is amazing. Suddenly my worry of being interrupted returns. I grab my dress, trying to shove it back over my head.

  “In a hurry?” he asks me. Nodding, I look up at him, humor graces his eyes.

  “What if someone walks in here? Your boss isn’t going to be mad you’re in his office?” Eric laughs so hard he doubles over.

  Finally regaining control of himself, he stalks over to me. That predatory look returning to his face.

  “Alexa, I am the boss. Trust me, no one will interrupt us.”

  Shyly, I look into his eyes, then smile. Reaching up, I caress his cheek.

  “So does that mean we have time to do more? You got what you wanted, my ass. Now, I want to ride that cock like it’s a horse,” I say to him, hoping I sound more sensual than drunk.

  He laughs again, pushing me back towards the couch.

  “Get that dress back off baby, I have some handcuffs we can try.”

  Bridal Party

  Stacking napkins i
nto the dispenser, I shudder as I hear Callie heading towards the bar. I have to remind myself she’s my best friend’s fiancé. He begged me to shut the place down for her to have her bachelorette party. He didn’t say so, but I have a feeling it was to keep an eye on her. She likes to flirt way too much, which leaves me wondering why he’s even marrying her in the first place. It’s not like she’s ugly. Short, skinny, bleach blonde, and all fake. From her tits to her lips to her ass. She’s pretty selfish too.

  “Hey Salvatore,” she croons as she sidles up to the bar.

  Her two cronies flank her. These two girls are like her shadow. They follow her, agree with her and I can never remember their names. Something like Muffy, Buffy, and Tiffy, hell, who knows and who cares.

  “What’s up Callie? Excited for your party?”

  I look at her hot pink skin tight outfit and her stiletto heels. She dresses more like a hooker than a woman about to get married. Her long creepy nails toss her hair over her shoulder as she giggles at me. Yes, she’s hit on me a few times, and in front of Franco. Man, I feel sorry for him.