with four inch heels. Everything I’m wearing is hers—except the thong she made me buy. Unfortunately for me, I am one size bigger than her. If my boobs don’t fall out, then my ass surely will. She even insisted on doing my hair and make-up. I look like a hooker!
We enter through the swinging, saloon-type doors and are immediately thrown into sensory overload. Loud voices, and I’m sure there’s music in there somewhere! There’s an overwhelming stench of stale bodies and beer. Thank heavens there’s a no-smoking rule or I’m sure I’d collapse from asphyxiation. The lighting is dim throughout except for a couple of low-hanging fluorescent lights towards the back.
I desperately try to keep my balance as Sherry guides me towards the bar, but these heels are a challenge. The bar is surprisingly devoid of patrons, much to my relief as I try to avoid stumbling into anyone. Everyone seems to be gathered towards the back of the room.
Sherry turns to me as we reach the bar. “Wine or beer?”
“Ugh?”
“I said wine or beer? I’m sure you’d prefer one of your usual fluffy cocktails but I doubt we’ll get one here. So what do you want, wine or beer?”
“Whatever you’re having,” I reply.
Sherry turns to the bar, her words muffled by the noise from the crowd. I timidly scan the other patrons. Leather-clad bodies are everywhere, both male and female. The dark, wood-panelled walls are covered with advertising mirrors and wooden tables and chairs are scattered across the floor. I hate to admit it, but the décor fits the place.
Sherry is soon by my side with a bottle of beer in each hand. She hands me one, then raises her own towards her cherry-red lips, flicking her hair over her shoulder before she sips her beer. “Come on,” she says as she grabs my elbow and leads me towards a table at the far side of the room. Several are empty, as the majority of the people are still congregated at the back, surrounding what appears to be a pool table. Nobody is looking our way; their eyes are fixed in the direction of the table. Money changes hands as, I assume, they place bets on the outcome of the game in progress. Must be a good game!
A few minutes later a loud cheer erupts from them and a scantily-clad female pushes through the crowd, adjusting her tube top and the hem of her skimpy skirt. She walks in our direction and as she passes us, she winks, wipes her mouth with the back her hand, and says, “Your turn, girls.” A look of confusion crosses my face as I turn to look at Sherry.
“Well, well, well,” she says, “looks like we’ve come to the right place.”
I continue to look at her in confusion. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you can’t guess what she was doing!” I continue to stare. “For fuck’s sake, Maddie, she was giving someone head!” My mouth forms a shocked “O.” “Shut your mouth before they think you’re auditioning for the next act, will you!” says Sherry.
“No way!” I say. Just then the crowd around the pool table starts to disperse. Three men walk in our direction, adjusting the front of their jeans, and take the table next to ours.
“Didn’t think she could do it,” says one. “Jeannie can take anything,” answers another, “got a mouth like a Hoover, that one.” “Deep as the Grand Canyon too,” says the third.
“Told you,” whispers Sherry.
“We need to get out of here,” I say, grabbing for my clutch bag.
“Oh no you don’t,” replies Sherry as she moves my bag out of my reach. “You might just get an education.”
“As if!” I reply.
I really don’t know why we’re whispering. The noise in the bar is almost deafening.
Then I see him. The crowd parts and through them steps every girl’s fantasy. Boots, tight leather pants, tight t-shirt and leather vest, all black. Oh boy, his face! An angel in male form.
“Pick your jaw up off the ground will you, he’s coming this way!” Sherry whispers. I try to snap myself out of my trance and
We enter through the swinging, saloon-type doors and are immediately thrown into sensory overload. Loud voices, and I’m sure there’s music in there somewhere! There’s an overwhelming stench of stale bodies and beer. Thank heavens there’s a no-smoking rule or I’m sure I’d collapse from asphyxiation. The lighting is dim throughout except for a couple of low-hanging fluorescent lights towards the back.
I desperately try to keep my balance as Sherry guides me towards the bar, but these heels are a challenge. The bar is surprisingly devoid of patrons, much to my relief as I try to avoid stumbling into anyone. Everyone seems to be gathered towards the back of the room.
Sherry turns to me as we reach the bar. “Wine or beer?”
“Ugh?”
“I said wine or beer? I’m sure you’d prefer one of your usual fluffy cocktails but I doubt we’ll get one here. So what do you want, wine or beer?”
“Whatever you’re having,” I reply.
Sherry turns to the bar, her words muffled by the noise from the crowd. I timidly scan the other patrons. Leather-clad bodies are everywhere, both male and female. The dark, wood-panelled walls are covered with advertising mirrors and wooden tables and chairs are scattered across the floor. I hate to admit it, but the décor fits the place.
Sherry is soon by my side with a bottle of beer in each hand. She hands me one, then raises her own towards her cherry-red lips, flicking her hair over her shoulder before she sips her beer. “Come on,” she says as she grabs my elbow and leads me towards a table at the far side of the room. Several are empty, as the majority of the people are still congregated at the back, surrounding what appears to be a pool table. Nobody is looking our way; their eyes are fixed in the direction of the table. Money changes hands as, I assume, they place bets on the outcome of the game in progress. Must be a good game!
A few minutes later a loud cheer erupts from them and a scantily-clad female pushes through the crowd, adjusting her tube top and the hem of her skimpy skirt. She walks in our direction and as she passes us, she winks, wipes her mouth with the back her hand, and says, “Your turn, girls.” A look of confusion crosses my face as I turn to look at Sherry.
“Well, well, well,” she says, “looks like we’ve come to the right place.”
I continue to look at her in confusion. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you can’t guess what she was doing!” I continue to stare. “For fuck’s sake, Maddie, she was giving someone head!” My mouth forms a shocked “O.” “Shut your mouth before they think you’re auditioning for the next act, will you!” says Sherry.
“No way!” I say. Just then the crowd around the pool table starts to disperse. Three men walk in our direction, adjusting the front of their jeans, and take the table next to ours.
“Didn’t think she could do it,” says one. “Jeannie can take anything,” answers another, “got a mouth like a Hoover, that one.” “Deep as the Grand Canyon too,” says the third.
“Told you,” whispers Sherry.
“We need to get out of here,” I say, grabbing for my clutch bag.
“Oh no you don’t,” replies Sherry as she moves my bag out of my reach. “You might just get an education.”
“As if!” I reply.
I really don’t know why we’re whispering. The noise in the bar is almost deafening.
Then I see him. The crowd parts and through them steps every girl’s fantasy. Boots, tight leather pants, tight t-shirt and leather vest, all black. Oh boy, his face! An angel in male form.
“Pick your jaw up off the ground will you, he’s coming this way!” Sherry whispers. I try to snap myself out of my trance and
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