“Wow, you’re a heavy hitter.” He grinned.
“Yeah, it’s been a shitty couple of weeks.”
“Any way I can help with that?” he asked.
“Oh, the possibilities,” I flirted back. “I also need a cosmo and two lemon drops.”
“Hey! Don’t forget the cum!” Liz yelled.
“And I guess I’ll take four cum on my tits,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“Make that five and two shots of tequila,” Caroline said, sliding her arm around my waist. “Hey, girl, what’s up?”
“Hey! What are you doing here? I thought you were traveling the world with good ole moneybags?”
“Hell no! I divorced his lying, cheating ass and took all his money. Left that bastard with all four of his mistresses with nothing!” Caroline laughed.
I shook my head, laughing with her.
Hot Owen came back with our drinks.
Caroline picked up the tequila shots and handed one to me. “Bottoms up.”
I cringed as it went down my throat.
“Two more, sugar,” Caroline said.
“No, thanks, Caroline. I’m good for now.” I patted my chest, waiting for the burn to settle.
“Nonsense, bitch. I recognize a broken-hearted woman when I see one.” She looked back at Owen. “Make that three. My girl here is getting drunk tonight!”
Owen smiled at me with his perfect white teeth.
“Are you guys holding our drinks hostage?” asked Amanda when all the girls came up.
“We’re thirsty, too,” Liz and Sandra said at the same time.
“Here you go.” Owen started handing out the shots. “I’m pleased to cum on your tits, ladies.”
We all saluted Owen and tipped our heads back.
Caroline handed over her credit card. “Handsome, put these drinks on here and keep the tab open for the rest of the night. Can you handle that for me, sugar?”
“And if you can make sure that this hottie right here,” Liz said, pointing to me, “always has a drink in her hand at all times, there will be a nice tip at the end of the night for you.”
“I’d rather have her phone number,” replied the hot bartender. He looked straight at me with a sweet, sexy smile.
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Meg said, batting her eyelashes.
“Hey, when did you get here?” asked Liz.
“Just moments ago. Let’s get drunk and dance, shall we?” Meg shouted.
She was swaying her hips toward the dance floor, and we all followed.
“That guy is fucking hot, Kirsten.” Liz snorted.
Meg giggled. “He wants in your thong and between your legs.”
“I say that you let him,” Amanda blurted.
“You guys, I’m old enough to be his babysitter,” I grumbled.
Sandra laughed. “So? He probably has good stamina.”
Oh god.
We had a few more rounds of shots, and then we decided to hit the dance floor again. Dancing was one of my favorite things to do. It was easy for me to get lost in the music and let my hips get sucked into the rhythm of the beat.
After dry humping Liz to a few songs, I shouted at her, “I’m going to the bathroom and then over to the bar to get some more drinks.”
She nodded and kept dancing with the girls.
I made my way up to the bar and squeezed in between two guys who looked like they belonged on my brother’s hockey team. I stood on my tiptoes and leaned forward to get Owen’s attention.
“It’s nice to see your beautiful face back here.” Owen grinned.
“Owen,” I whimpered, reaching over a little more towards him.
He moved in closer to me. “Yes, beautiful?” he asked while caressing my cheek with his thumb.
“Can we get another round, please?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
“Thanks.” I giggled.
“I’m off in half an hour. How about I change and join you?”
“I’d love that,” I said, tilting my head into his hand.
As hot ass turned around to make our drinks, I yelled, “Owen!”
He looked back over to me.
“Cum on my tits?”
“Five times?” He smiled.
“Yeah, that’s the way I like it!” I shouted back proudly.
The two guys on each side of me looked at me with their mouths hanging wide open.
“What? You’ve never had a woman ask you to cum on her tits before?”
“Uh…” answered the guy to my right.
“Kirsten, are you meeting up with all of us for breakfast?” Caroline asked.
I turned to my right and then my left to glance at the two men, and then I looked at Caroline. My eyes roamed back over to linger on the man to my left.
“Can we make reservations for ten?” An evil smirk formed on my lips.
Caroline followed my eyes. “Well, well, what do we have here? And are you willing to share?”
“I don’t share,” Liz growled. “I don’t share my muff-diving partner, Caroline.”
“We do,” replied guy one and guy two.
All three of us girls looked at the two boys in heat and started laughing. I started grabbing drinks off the bar before I passed them to the girls.
“Here’s your card back, Ms. Caroline,” Owen said.
“Oh, honey, we’re not done yet. The night is still young,” Caroline slurred.
“We haven’t picked our annual body shot teams yet,” Sandra whined.
Owen looked over at her and laughed. “Let me see if I can help with that.” He climbed onto the bar top and grabbed my hand. He yanked me up beside him with help from the other two men.
I tried pulling down my skirt as low as it would go. “Owen, what are you doing? People can see straight up to my ass when I’m standing up here!”
Leaning in, he whispered, “Oh no, baby. You will be on my team.”
I raised my eyebrow at him. Owen lifted his hand, and the music in the bar died down. Out of nowhere, someone handed him a microphone.
“Shit, that chick is totally hot!” yelled Liz.
“I totally wanna go down on that!” Amanda shouted.
“Hey now, ladies,” Owen said into the mike, “I don’t share.” Then, he winked at me.
“All right, boys, we got ourselves some pretty serious heavy hitters in the place tonight, and these sexy ladies are looking for teams to do their annual body shots. This here,” Owen said, taking my hand and lifting it as he twirled me around, “is the breathtaking Kirsten.”
We could hear hoots and hollers from all over the bar. I didn’t think I could blush more if I tried. I’m going to kill him!
“Calm down, boys. This one is mine. But…” He motioned to the rest of the girls to get onto the bar, and they followed his command. “These other sexy ladies all need a team member.”
“Make them dance!” someone yelled.
Owen looked toward the DJ. “You got a song?”
The DJ nodded and then tipped his head back to chuckle.
“Well, boys, I do think it’s only fair since they will be sucking drinks off your bodies.”
Now, the crowd got even louder.
Owen hopped off the bar.
I looked down at him. “Where are you going?”
He had the biggest smile on his face. “Oh, I’m so watching this. I want to see how you move.”
I was wrong. I was now blushing even more. “Why the hell not?” I shouted.
When I tossed my arms up in the air, I could hear Owen laughing. I looked at him, and he had a huge smile on his face with his arms crossed over his chest. He was clearly enjoying the show. I shook my head and giggled.
“All right, girls,” Liz slurred. “These shitheads don’t know that we were cheerleaders, and they sure as hell don’t know that we all take pole-dancing classes to keep fit.”
We all looked at each other and laughed as we started dancing.
“Fuck me! That’s th
e hottest thing that I’ve ever seen,” Owen thundered into the mike. “All right, as I said before, this one is mine.” His hand wrapped around my waist, and he helped me down off the bar to stand next to him. “Next in line is this beautiful lady who likes her cosmopolitans.”
“One hundred dollars!” someone shouted.
“Oh, hell no!” I yelled back. “You’re not buying her for the night, asshole!”
The shouter walked up to the bar. “No, but I do want to take her home. Then, when she is in my bed, only wearing my T-shirt, I’m gonna ask her to marry me.”
Liz’s head snapped down to see Brad standing in front of her. “Wha-what did you just say?” Liz barely whispered.
“Baby, I have loved you since the moment you first walked into my frat house. I knew then that you were going to be my wife—someone to share my success with, someone to share my goals with, and someone to give me my children. Liz, I love you because you bring out a side of me that I never knew existed. You make food taste better. Since I met you, I can feel the rhythm of the music, and I haven’t had heartburn over stress anymore. When we are not together, you are always in my mind. I feel loved, and that is the best feeling ever. I’ll never hurt you. I’ll love and cherish you for as long as I live. I know it’s going to be hard. I know that Kirsten and you come as a pair, and I love that about you…”
Liz looked down to me with tears in her eyes. “Did you know about this?”
“Yes. He asked me last week.” I wrapped my arm tighter around Owen’s waist.
Again, Liz asked, “You knew about this?”
“Yeah, but if I would have known about him getting all girlie and shit, I would have told him no,” I replied while looking at Brad.
“He asked for your permission to marry me?”
“Yes, baby, he did,” I said while wiping a tear off my cheek.
“He knows that we come as a pair, and he loves that about me.”
“Brad loves you. He’s loved you forever. Now, put the damn man out of his misery.”
Liz got on her knees and held Brad’s face in her hands. Then, she kissed the hell out of him.
The whole bar broke into cheers. Brad picked Liz up, lifting her off the bar top, and he carried her outside. The girls all knew that we wouldn’t see her for breakfast in the morning.
“Could this night get any better? Five hot chicks walked into my bar and put on one hell of a dance show followed by a marriage proposal and body shots. Hell, boys, I think I’ll die a happy man. Now, who’s up for the beautiful Amanda?” He looked over to Amanda.
“Babe, from what I’ve seen you do with a shooter glass, I can only imagine—”
“Stop right there.” I placed my hand on Owen’s chest.
“All right. I’m gonna run upstairs, shower, and change quickly. Then, I’ll meet you on the dance floor.”
Meg, Caroline, and Amanda all stared at me with glistening eyes before they jumped off the bar top.
“Someone is going to get laid by the very hot bartender,” Sandra giggled as she joined the girls.
“Shut up,” I said.
“Here. Put this in your purse.” Meg pushed something in between my fingers.
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s a high-tech condom.”
“High-tech condom?” I held it in my hand. “What the hell?”
“Girl, it’s got ginkgo biloba in it. It stimulates the clit something fierce.”
“Really?” I put the clit-stimulator condom in my purse. Oh hell. “I need a drink.”
After two shooters and one dance, I felt a warm set of fingers sliding over my dress.
“I love the feel of this material between my fingers.”
The way Owen’s breath moved over my neck sent shivers all the way down to my toes. I could actually feel the warmth starting to build between my legs.
“Is that so? I’m happy to inform you that what’s underneath is even softer.”
I could hear his growl in the back of his throat. A couple more growls like that, and I wouldn’t need the clit stimulator.
“Kirsten…” Meg interrupted.
I looked over to see the rest of the girls.
“We’re going to go. We’ll see you at breakfast?” Sandra snickered.
“How are you girls getting home?” asked Owen.
“I called a cab. We’re going back to my hotel.” Caroline hiccuped. “Breakfast will be in my room at ten.”
I gave Caroline a nod.
“I’m just going to pay our tab, and then we’ll be on our way,” she said.
Owen grabbed Caroline’s wrist before she got too far. “I’ve taken care of it.”
I looked at the hot bartender. “That isn’t necessary.”
“I know it’s not, but when six hot chicks walk into my bar and entertain a crowd like that…well, believe me when I say, I owe you girls another night out.”
“Well, thank you, hot bartender Owen,” Caroline blurted. She leaned toward me. “I truly don’t mind sloppy seconds.”
I started laughing, and Owen just stood there with his mouth hanging wide open.
“Night, girls. I’ll see you for breakfast.” I waved as they walked away.
“Never in my life have I met a set of girls like the five of you.”
“Shit, this was a tame night. You should have seen us back in our sorority days.” I laughed.
“So, uh…how close are you and Liz?”
“Pretty close. We’ve known each other since junior high. We did track and cheerleading together, and then we went to the same college and obviously joined the same sorority. If you are asking if we’ve ever actually muff-dived together…well, I’m not telling. Liz and I made a pact to never let anyone know one way or another.” Although, we never did. We both liked penis too much.
“Fucking hell,” growled Owen.
“Wanna get out of here?” I asked.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Owen placed his hand against my back and guided me through the bar. I noticed his head nod toward his staff at the bar, and then he fist-bumped the bouncer as we walked past. So, this is how guys do it. They announce it on their way out the door. I guess I don’t have to worry about the walk of shame in the morning since they already know.
We walked down the hallway and stopped at the last door on the right. He pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door.
“No one needs to be in my loft who is uninvited.” He opened the door and invited me in. “Can I get you something to drink?”
I turned around, pushed him against the door, and kissed the hell out of him. I kissed him for all my pain, I kissed him for all my sorrow, and I kissed him because he was one hell of a kisser. I pulled away, so we could breathe.
“Wow. I take that as a no,” he said.
I looked into his eyes. “No.”
He grabbed my legs, lifted them, and wrapped them around his waist. His fingers slid under my dress and over my ass cheeks. “Your ass is firm,” he said, playing with the lace of my thong.
“The girls and I take pole-dancing classes to stay fit.”
His head dived into my neck, kissing and sucking it. “Fucking hell,” he muttered.
Knowing this was a bad idea, I didn’t care. I wanted his shirt off and his pants down.
Owen sat me on his kitchen island. He stepped back and took a good look at me. “Kirsten, I know that you had a lot to drink tonight.”
“Shut up, Owen. I willingly came in here. When I say willingly, I mean, I want you to do dirty things to me.”
He took that step back toward me. Sliding one hand in my hair, he asked, “Are you sure?”
Am I sure? Is this guy not with it? Can he not feel how wet I am through my thong or how hard my nipples are against this dress? I guess not. Looks like I have to take matters into my own hands.
I grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head. I bent my head down and gave his nipples a little tug with my teeth. Well, that defin
itely got things started.
Before I knew it, I was lying down on the island with my legs over Owen’s shoulders, and he was going in for the kill. “Ah!” I shot up onto my elbows. “What are you doing?”
Owen lifted his head and grinned.
I pushed his head back down. “I didn’t say stop!” Lying back down, I enjoyed what he was offering with his teeth and tongue. First, he teased his tongue into my lips and licked up the wetness that was there. Then, he swirled around my clit. Slowly, he took his fingers and teased me before he slid them in. I rode his fingers as I felt the desire beginning to grow.
“Don’t stop, Owen! Don’t stop.”
Owen lifted his head while twirling his fingers. “Babe, I don’t plan on it. Let it go.”
And let it go, I did.
Owen let down my legs and started kissing my stomach as I caught my breath. “How about that drink now?” he asked.
“I’m good.”
I heard my hot, sexy bartender laugh as he opened his fridge and grabbed two bottles of Powerade.
“Drink this.” He tossed a bottle to me.
I opened it and took a huge gulp. “That’s gross. What is it?” I asked, wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand.
“It’s an energy recovery drink. It will give you back your endurance, and you won’t feel so bad in the morning.”
I hopped off the island and took off my shoes. I absolutely frickin’ love these shoes. I started to lift up my dress. As the dress was over my head, I felt two large hands cover my stomach and slide their way up to my breasts. As he flicked my nipple, I moaned a little, and then those hands helped me finish undressing.
I took a step into Owen and took his lips with my teeth. I started unbuttoning his jeans. I wanted his cock in my mouth so bad. Just the thought of it made me start to tremble all over again as I kneeled down.
“Kirsten, that’s not—”
I placed my lips over the head of his penis and let my tongue do a quick sweep.
“Oh, I think it is,” I replied, lifting one eyebrow.
“Carry on then,” rejoiced Owen.
I could taste a tiny amount of pre-cum, so I took him as deep as I could while stroking him with my hands. That sexy growl was coming out of his throat once again. How does he manage to keep turning me on? I bobbed my head once…twice…three times.
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