W. Aurora - Adventurous Kate

“Oh thanks,” Number six said, smiling all of a sudden. She put her clothes back on and collected the money. She kissed Kate on the cheek before leaving, “Come back soon, it was fun,” she said.

“You should get a job here,” John said to Kate, “You’d make a fortune.”

“I think I’ve had enough fun for now,” Kate said, and put her panties back on.

“Well listen. I haven’t met anyone like you. You should give me a call sometime,” John said, and handed Kate his business card. She turned it over in her hand and thought about John and his nice dick. But she couldn’t overlook how he treated Number six.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Kate said.

She dressed herself and stepped outside. She was relaxed and giddy about her experience. She wondered if Ashley was having the same kind of luck. She called her phone but there was no answer. There was no telling what she was doing.

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?”