Would you mind...?

The tattooed stranger locked his eyes onto hers and refused to look at at her business end, whose proprietor at present, was the handsome young stranger who had it open and flowing. As she leaned her elbows as unobtrusively as possible on the wooden bar, her face began to flush. She heard whispers and snickers coming from somewhere to the right of her pussy, but the glow was spreading and she chose to consider them mere hallucinations. It was so close....

"How are you doing, hon?" the tattooed guy said, still gazing directly into her eyes. "Feeling alright? You look like it's a little warm for you."

He sipped his Summit. Other than the obligatory social smile to show he wasn't a serial killer, he gave no sign that his intentions were other than honorable.

She was a queen of the bar scene and a keen observer of humanity -- particularly men. Men were most dangerous when they thought they had a chance for sex with you only to find someone had beat them in that race. Most of the violent drama in her life had occurred in bars when men went to buy her a beer -- certain they would be fucking her within the hour -- and come back to find they would be going home alone to masturbate.

'Tattoo' faced an extreme case of 'too little too late.' There was no room at the inn and if he thought a little small talk was going to make her hop off this guy's cock ...

oooh! Shit! She was about to cum.

"Hey, listen," Tattoo said. "I'm the manager here and I was wondering if you might do me a little favor?"

"Sure," she said lustily and confused. "What?"

"Would you mind fucking up on stage?" he said. "I've always had that fantasy. And, it sure couldn't hurt my business."

Without looking at the man fucking her, he put a hefty arm up and a hand on the guy's chest. Hard. It was the universal symbol for 'stop fucking and get your asses on stage or be arrested.'



The three were in a pocket of silence. Patrons sipped their drinks and stared. Slowly, the pair walked up the rickety steps to the small stage.

And, then the applause started.

"Yeah! Fuck the shit out of her! Fuck! Fuck! Go for it!"

Feeling orsgasmically unrequited and emboldened by the chanting crowd, she tore off her clothes and started some mad screaming of her own -- primal and unintelligible --she fairly threw her pussy at the stranger.

"Get busy!" she growled.

Tattoo took it all in from the front row and then raised his Summit to his lips.