The Back Bar – Tabloid Fodder

A quick recap: The Back Bar is a pop-up event in the back room of a local pub where patrons pay for anal. Well, the men do. Or they can pay less to watch. So far you found out where and when by word of mouth and then you had to get past Zumba and Josie on the door. But that cannot last in this age, word will get out.

Maggie and Willow, the friends who came up with the idea, run the event. Both being into anal, they avidly reap the benefits on event night. Which is what they are doing now after the paying attendees have gone home...

**

The after party at The Back Bar was coming to an end. Josie who worked the door got up off her knees and pulled her skirt back down over her hips, oh so demurely as she smiled over her shoulder at Zumba who works security on the door with her. He stood, slightly out of it, his cock still poking hard out of his pants. Josie turned to her fucker and gently tucked his cock back into his pants and buttoned them back up for him. She even gave him a peck on the cheek. Funny, she thought, I never even see this man away from The Back Bar. But at The Back Bar I let him fuck me up the arse. She reasoned that she would not let that happen if she didn't enjoy it.

Do I like him or just use him, she wondered. And considered for a moment whether she should invite him to cam with her next time she did that. The Back Bar was nice but it did not pay too many of her bills. So she would be back camming during the week. She studied Zumba for signs of possessiveness or any of those other boring male things that came with intimacy. Did he think he owned her arse? It did not appear so. He seemed satisfied with what he got. Zumba never complained about their arrangement or asked for anything more. And now he strutted over to the bar and poured himself a red, emptying the bottle, apparently immersed in his own thoughts. Maybe he was as happy with it as she was. She should ask him.

Michael was still fucking Maggie, doggie style up on the stage. The others turned to watch when he grunted loudly.

"Cumming!" he managed to announce before he did, to Maggie's apparent pleasure. She thrust back as much as he shot into her. They looked a picture.

But once he was spent and she was sated, Maggie slid down on her stomach with Michael still up her arse. He thrust a few times, deep and slow, a coda to their previous frantic action. And again like he was not finished yet. Maggie looked over her shoulder. "Do you ever have enough?" she chided Michael lightly. They both smiled as he thrust again in answer to that.

Meanwhile Willow stretched out on the lounge completely naked, reclined on her side with one leg raised giving the man she had picked up at the end of the night easy access to her arse. His name apparently was Bob. Since both of them had also just come they were at the relaxed stage of enjoying the intimacy of him still embedded in her arse. No one was complaining.

Josie turned to show that she admired the stamina of her two friends. When she had a slightly worrying thought. "What if this ever got out, you know, the wrong people found out about it?" she wondered aloud.

Maggie had thought about that. "The people who are going to be outraged by this, well, what goes on here is so far out of their experience or expectations that they would not know where to start. Could you imagine them on the news trying to explain what they saw and why they didn't like what we are doing?" Michael thrust obligingly at that point, to indicate what did go on there.

Maggie smiled at Michael, then looked hard at Josie. "Were you wearing that skirt all night?" she asked the door woman who notoriously did her admissions job sitting behind a desk at the entrance wearing nothing below the waist.

Josie flicked up the skirt to show everyone her bare bum again for a moment. "I wear it in, in case you haven't noticed. And I wear it home. I thought it would be a nice touch here, a bit of peek-a-boo. Sometimes it's fun not to look so available." She flicked the skirt again but this time to show just a hint of the swell of her buttocks. "Now what are we getting hung about?" she asked.

"Unwanted publicity," Maggie reminded them all. She twisted to face Michael who was still inside her. He was pressing in and out of her just gently now. "That's good," she praised him.

"The only way that they could understand what consenting adults do here is if they saw it for themselves, that is if our ever vigilant door staff mistakenly let them in," Willow weighed in. She gave Zumba -- the doorman -- a knowing glance. And he saluted back at her like that would never happen.

Josie however sobered up in response to the others' blasé reactions. "I don't know," she replied. "If the tabloids got hold of it..." She let that thought peter out and no one else was interested in picking it up for any further examination. Josie was sure that the tabloids could find a way to foment their outrage at what people paid for in The Back Bar, they would find a way to report it, start a campaign or something. But she did not want to ruin the mood by trying to articulate it all. "Anyway," she decided, "it's late and some of us need our sleep. I'm off. See you all next time."

Everyone waved as Josie departed, even those still fucking stopped for a moment to say goodbye to her.

**

The sun shone a little through the clouds and in through the shop windows. Maggie tried out another pair of shoes while her companion Alexis stopped pretending to show any interest in Maggie's taste in footwear choosing instead to scroll on her phone. Her eyes widened at something, she leaned in closer to carefully read whatever had caught her attention.

She stopped and took a deep breath. "This is why I shouldn't be on socials," Alexis exclaimed as she again looked closer at the screen. And then at Maggie to make sure she had her attention. "Everyone's posting about this bar where everyone does anal. Can you believe it?"

"That's why I'm not on socials," Maggie responded, feigning as much disinterest as she could while she struggled to get one foot into a fancy calf-high boot. Pretending that she did not care that the worst had happened. A salesgirl hovered, watched for a while until it was clear that the boot was not going to fit.

"Should I get another size?" the salesgirl drawled.

"What a good idea," Maggie grunted as she worked the thing off her foot and handed it to her for her to scoot off to find something that might fit. Maggie and Alexis watched her stride away from them, both watching her tightly clad bottom sway, so nicely round and profiled in her tight skirt. Maggie made sure that Alexis was aware that Maggie had noticed Alexis's interest in the salesgirl. "Nice arse that one," Maggie suggested. Alexis gave her a guilty smile, caught. Maggie decided to enjoy the moment. "Are you sure you're not, I don't know, curious?"

Alexis 'pretend' over-reacted. "I can't believe..." she ooed. And looked to Maggie for an explanation. She got eye contact for a moment.

Maggie went hard on the matter. "Are you sure you've never experimented? Let someone put a finger -- or something else -- feel it down there?" Maggie questioned, taking advantage of their connection. Alexis tried to avoid Maggie's searching stare. She was too late. "You must have seen it. Or are you going to pretend that you've never watched porn?" Maggie asked. Alexis quickly looked away, down at her phone again.

Maggie glanced over at her distracted friend who was now pulling disgusted faces as she read the reactions on her feed. Should Maggie explain to her friend that she was in fact the very person who came up with the idea and who set up the now apparently notorious bar where everyone did anal, that it was her creation? Well, hers and of course Willow's.

But she privately fretted. Josie was right. Word had got out, but Maggie had one little hope. She knew deep down that it was inevitable that someone would yap. Perhaps though there was another place, another Back Bar? It wasn't a concept that was difficult to replicate. All you really needed was a space and some people who wanted to do the act in public.

Maggie imagined going to court to claim that the idea was hers. Imagine the fun explaining to some ancient unworldly judge what peoples' interest in doing and watching anal sex was about. Him looking down at her over his glasses asking 'Miss, is there any significance in the name you gave to these gatherings, The Back Bar?'

'Yes your honour,' she would reply, 'it's at the back of the building.'

Maybe this outrage that had engulfed Alexis was all about a sloppy imitator, not her enterprise. She could wish. That this copycat would get the heat while hers could continue on without the attention. She tried to hope again. Anyone who visited her Back Bar could easy lift the idea and if they could secure an amenable venue and the staff, they could host their own anal fucking in a public venue. Maybe her Back Bar let someone in who they should have kept out.

The salesgirl came back swinging her luscious arse, carrying a pair of boots which she handed to Maggie to try.

"I can't believe that anyone would want a cock up there," Alexis exclaimed. Why was she saying that now, Maggie wondered. Whose reaction was Alexis after? Maggie had already made her feelings clear. Was it her or the saleswoman?. Maggie chose to play it cool since she was already on the wavelength. But she studied the other two present, especially the salesgirl.

And the salesgirl reacted with a start, her face showing her shock at Alexis's outburst. Maggie studied her friend to try to establish what her real attitude to The Back Bar was. Was she investing in this online witch hunt? Or just getting her kicks, joining it to revel in the warm sensation of outrage. Alexis was back tutting at her phone.

In Maggie's experience, Alexis was no prude. But maybe this particular subject was a red line for her. If only Alexis knew what Maggie had been up to, in The Back Bar, naked in The Back Bar getting anally fucked surrounded by the crowd, on the stage getting fucked there after the paying customers had left, with Just her friends there watching. So many fucks. Maggie looked at Alexis anew, imagining her on stage in The Back Bar with a nice man's cock up her arse. And enjoying it.

Maggie snapped out of it. Was Alexis looking back at her, studying Maggie's response to determine her feelings on the touchy subject, hoping for her reaction? Was Maggie giving too much away by not looking as appalled as Alexis evidently was. Why was Maggie imagining taking Alexis to The Back Bar introducing her around then watching her enjoying one of Maggie's men get to work in her bottom? Was Alexis imagining Maggie on a stage with someone railing her up the arse? At least if that was the case, Maggie had some news for her.

"Maggie," Alexis repeated, "how could anyone do it? You know, up the bottom?"

The bright-eyed sales assistant's eyes grew even wider. Maggie noticed. "Sorry," she told the sales assistant, "my friend doesn't have a filter." Alexis looked at both of them with an 'I don't care' look. And then nonchalantly went back to the outrage of her phone.

The sales assistant, Kyrie, according to her name badge, had not blushed. Rather, she smiled at Maggie, like her training had prepared her for anything if it got her the sale. "I'm doing Psychology at Uni," she told the customer. "We talk about this sort of stuff all the time." She looked at Alexis who now stared at her. "What's the problem with having a cock up there?" she asked Alexis. "You must have seen it in pornos. People do it all the time."

Maggie nodded since she'd said pretty much the same to Alexis and only got deflection. But clearly it was harder for Alexis to brush off this direct stranger.

Alexis did not flinch. "Of course I've seen it. And I've wondered about it, but you know, it's my bottom."

Kyrie looked over to Maggie. "Does that shoe feel comfortable?" she asked in the same tone she had questioned Alexis.

Maggie shook her head. Thanks to God she didn't ask me if I liked it, she relaxed. "No, I think I need even the next size up." Kyrie walked off to see if she could find it. With those hips swinging just that little bit more, sensed Maggie. Who also noted that Kyrie had not offered her personal views on the use of her bottom. Well, not yet.

Alexis stared at Maggie. "What are you looking at me like that for?" she demanded.

Maggie shrugged. "I hear it's perfectly normal these days. Widespread. And a lot of pleasure otherwise people wouldn't do it." Alexis tried not to react in any way. So Maggie continued. "Well, if you haven't tried it perhaps you should do it the first time in private with, say, someone you like and trust. Someone who knows what they are doing."

"You mean??" Alexis looked aghast.

Maggie rolled her eyes. "It's 2025," she announced holding out her hand, "people do all sorts of things, you know. They probably always have. Can I look at that?" Alexis handed her phone to her friend who studied it for a moment. "Yes," Maggie concluded, "definitely ours."

"Ours? What do you mean?" Alexis stammered.

"Oh I organise those nights at The Back Bar. We were trying to keep it sort of low key..."

Kyrie returned with the shoes at that moment. Her eyes were wide with hope. "Can you get me in?" she asked.

"Get you in where?" Maggie asked blandly as she eased herself into the new pair which seemed to be the goods.

"I heard what you said," Kyrie told her. "Going to The Back Bar would be so great! Everyone I know wants to go!"

"Um," Maggie started while Alexis stared open mouthed, seemingly shocked.

Kyrie leaned in. "I'll make it worth your while," she insisted. "And you can buy these on my staff discount."

Maggie shook her head in amazement as she smiled at Kyrie, all youthful excitement and ready hips. Okay, if that was what she wanted. She did not bother to see what Alexis's reaction was. They could sort that out later.

**

Willow strode into the office, dumped her laptop bag on her desk and sighed. The colleague at the nearest desk looked up at her. "Where were you all morning?" her workmate Wendy asked her.

Willow smiled at her. "I have a job that takes me out of the office, remember?" she fired back lightly.

"That's what you'd have us believe," Wendy insisted.

Willow flopped in her seat. "First I had to visit the building site. We were supposed to meet some potential purchasers who didn't turn up. Then had to give a presentation to the bank. See if we can squeeze a little bit more out of them."

"Did Neil behave?"

"Somewhat. Maybe. His over-enthusiasm is supposed to show that he is truly and passionately engaged in the project. At least that's what he says."

"And did they give you an answer?"

"They will think about it, read through the financials and get back to us."

"So you get a no-show and some stonewallers. You really got fucked up the arse."

Willow pulled a face. "That's not how I'd put it." She noticed a strange look on Wendy's face.

"It's all over the papers."

Curious. "What's all over the papers?" Willow asked her.

Smiling dangerously, Wendy beckoned her over to see. Page 4 and 5 titled "What Goes On at The Back Bar" had a splash article apparently detailing what went on at their last function. And some grainy photos with faces appropriately blurred out. Wendy placed a finger on an image, a woman on all fours taken from the side with a man seemingly well embedded in her, a bit hard to tell. The woman's face was blurred. But her body was tastefully on display.

"That's you isn't it?" Wendy accused Willow.

"What makes you think so?" Willow challenged.

Wendy shrugged. "Oh, the hair for a start." She gave Willow the once over. "Looks like your shape too. Oh, and the tat on the ankle. I believe it's a match. And the look on your face after the clandestine calls you've been taking, mostly in the afternoon."

Willow sighed. "What do you want?" she struggled.

Wendy smiled. "Oh, it's nothing like that. You see..." She let that trail off for a moment looking for Willow to realise, to save her the effort. Willow knew but why should she do all the work. She kept shtum. So Wendy had to spell it out. "Can you get me in?" she pleaded.

**

Armand, the bar manager, had called us all into to meet him. Urgent he said. It was a Wednesday and it was 2.30pm as he had requested, just after lunchtime. So the front bar was reasonably empty. I walked in through the front door. The bored barmaid looked up from whatever she was doing on her phone.

"Back bar, Maggie" she told me without seeming to move her lips. I went behind the bar, pushed past her and through the door to see that the others were already there. Roger, the bar manager was striding up and down in front of the others who sat upright in chairs they had pulled from the tables. Armand stood near a table with an impressive pile of papers, something that he had evidently organised for the meeting. Zumba, Willow, and Josie sat watching Armand who seemed pretty upset by something, probably related to whatever he had been working on.

"Glad to see you could make it, Maggie," he offered sarcastically like I was late instead of -- I checked my watch -- pretty much on time. The others were early.

"What's this about?" I asked. "Is someone taking minutes? This looks like a formal meeting of the board or something."

Willow smiled at Armand. "It takes you minutes," she chortled, pushing her chair back and spreading her legs to make sure we all knew what she was talking about.

Armand gave Willow his 'this is serious' look. "Minutes is enough," he sneered. "How long would you want me up there?"

Willow wiggled her bottom at the boss. "Let's see," she challenged, hiking her dress up to her waist and dropping her knickers.

I looked over at my friend with concern. "Are you actually ready for it?" I asked. Surely she was not going to just take him up there dry. But she smiled as Armand unbuttoned and got his already hard cock out of his pants.

"Only one way to do this," Willow decided. She stood up and pushed Armand back onto one of the free chairs. Then with him steady there, she carefully sat back down on him while facing us, impaling herself first time. Reverse cowgirl. She wanted us to see. Still holding her dress above her waist, Willow spread her legs so we could all easily see how far Armand was up her. He got a bit of a rhythm going but he mostly just sat there, about half of his cock nestled in Willow's arse.

"Let's see how long you can take this," he growled. Then he looked at me. "Are you taking note of the time," he asked me.

"Guess so," I replied flatly. I would not show that I was already impressed by the performance in front of me. The brazenness. And yes, just the way that they were going about it. I wanted to be them, I had that tingle down there. But I couldn't. So I had to watch and enjoy the spectacle. Oh, and keep an eye on how long they were going at it. Whew, expecting a lot from a girl.

Not that they cared. Armand had a meeting to run, and the fact that he was fucking my friend up the arse was not going to keep him from the business at hand. "We might as well get down to the issue," he smoothly announced, looking at us past Willow, over her shoulder. "You've all seen the article about us in the paper." He pushed a little further into Willow's arse.

"I even bought the issue," Zumba boasted as he produced the offending rag. "When I heard about it." Zumba slapped the rolled up newspaper against his free palm, like we needed proof. "But they say that any publicity is good publicity," he tried.

I was still standing and for some reason, his statement seemed directed at me. "They don't say that," I offered, "it's not true." Willow pushed down, got Armand's entire length inside her. I was impressed.

"Have you read the article?" Armand demanded looking straight at me.

I looked over at the article Zumba had opened to. "Um, I don't read The Daily Times," I replied.

Armand looked over to Zumba. "Read the article please," the bar manager asked him. Zumba opened the paper at the double page spread, the one that Willow's colleague had shown her, the one with Willow on all fours.

I looked and laughed. The large headline read 'A LOW BAR' in all caps. "Clever," I remarked.

"Not so clever if your picture is in it," Willow grumbled.

"What do you mean?" I asked, shocked, what was this?

Impaled as she was, Willow tried to point at one of the photos in the spread that Zumba was holding. "That one," she insisted. The whole thing seemed to have got Armand more aroused, he really thrust into poor Willow now. Not that she was actually complaining. But I did not think that her arse was ready for him. Maybe I was wrong.

Zumba inspected the photo that Willow had indicated. "Yes, that is definitely you," he decided.

"How did this happen?" Armand demanded. "Stories and photos? What are you guys on the door doing?"

Josie chose to say nothing. But Zumba spoke up. "Do you know how many people we vet and how many we reject? If I had to confirm that none of them were Daily Times reporters, no one would get into the place."

I thought I better speak up too. "How bad can it be?" I asked. "If that's all they've got they'll run out of steam on it, and it will all blow over." I looked around the room. "Look I know it seems bad. But hear me out. What if we choose to do nothing? Let's just lie low, not have another Back Bar night for a few weeks and see if it gets forgotten?" They all looked questioningly at me. "What are they going to do? Picket this place? Hunt us down? They don't know who we are. We haven't broken any laws, so they can't close us down."

"How do you know that?" Willow asked, stopping her exertions for a moment to see what my answer was.

I smiled. "Sure there's public indecency. But someone who is actually inside has to get offended." I was not sure, but it seemed likely. I mean how much do people really care? I guess we would find out.

"That couple who left early, the ones who seemed shocked," Josie reminded us.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed.

"What?" Armand demanded.

I shook my head at my realisation. "They were probably the reporters." The others grumbled their agreement.

I thought another few steps ahead. "We need to be prepared for the next attempts. If anyone contacts the bar insisting that they need to know when the next night is, then we know who the infiltrator is." They all nodded at this. Well, all except Willow who squeezed down on Armand, clearly more interested in him than in me. And she seemed to be getting close to cumming. She now had a hand up her slit.

Zumba realised what I was on about. "Do I let them in?" he asked me.

I smiled at that, and the others realising that I had a plan, smiled too. "Of course," I replied with a knowing wink. But I did not give any further details and no one asked, they would wait since they trusted I had something fun planned.

Armand even changed the subject, sensing that I had closed that topic. "Does anyone have any suggestions for improving anything before I tell you my ideas?" he asked.

And so we got into a discussion about how much the clientele was drinking and what they were drinking and whether the black wristbands should get any comps.

I looked at my phone. "Eleven minutes," I announced, "impressive." I gave Willow's arm a squeeze, waking her from her private enjoyment. "Getting close?" I asked her. Willow gave me a distant smile but did not conclusively answer. So I reached down to give her an extra hand, finger her clit as she fingerfucked herself. Well, after all what were friends for? It seemed to do the trick. Willow stiffened which triggered Armand who grunted, groaned then shot into her. And that took Willow over the edge too.

"Thirteen minutes," I concluded as they slowed, subtly adjusting their positions with Armand still up her. "Thirteen minutes," I repeated,"I hope that no one is superstitious."

**

Crystal sat at her desk in the newsroom. Newman stood over her. He had seniority, height and a reputation as a ruthless reporter. So Crystal knew that she was playing with a weak hand.

"I'll be going with you," Newman insisted like there would be no alternative.

Crystal used what firepower she had. "No you won't," she shot back firmly. Like she had already explained why to him. She knew he was staring at her bottom. Even though she was sitting on it, safely confined beneath her cargo pants, out of sight and out of reach. And she decided, that was as close as he would get to it. He would get no further than looking.

For his part, Newman was sure that Crystal was going to get herself into The Back Bar next time it ran. He was even more certain that Crystal was going to take part in the activities at The Back Bar once she was in. Something he sensed about her, an air of needing to experience everything. So he was determined to be there to watch. He looked down at her. Although she was sitting as he stood over her, Newman was picturing how she would look baring her bottom at The Back Bar. And how she would look with a hard cock up her arse.

For her part, Crystal was thinking no further than how she could find out where and when the next Back Bar would be. And how she would get there and get in there so she could report on what went on inside. She had a job and she intended to do it. She sighed. If she had to take Newman along that was the price to pay. What could happen? He could disgrace himself which would give her some leverage over him. Which one day could be useful.

Both journalists regarded each other as the loser in their deal.

**

Armand was still talking in the meeting. Willow sat down next to Maggie who smiled at her friend. "You're not up for it?" Willow asked her.

Maggie shook her head. "Like the song says, the nighttime is the right time," she grinned.

"I'll hold you to that," Willow grinned back.

Armand coughed to attract the attention back to him. "So," he continued, "we're agreed. We run the next Back Bar on Friday week? That gives us enough time to get everything organised. And get the publicity out, through the right channels." He shot out an enigmatic look. Whatever the right channels were. He looked at Maggie like she better get that right. "Anything else?" he asked.

The barmaid from The Wild Duck stepped into the middle of the room and coughed to attract attention to herself. She had evidently been listening in from the doorway in from the front bar.

"Who's looking after the bar?" Armand demanded of her.

"They're all taken care of," she snapped back. "It's the quiet time." Then she looked around the room. "Well, now that I know what goes on in here, that explains a few of the questions people have been asking me over the bar, especially on Friday nights."

She looked around at the six of them sitting around on the dance floor. None seemed interested in making eye contact with her. "Were you going to tell me?" she demanded. This was not the bored barmaid who never seemed to care. Something about their planning had ruffled her.

So there was a tense silence for a moment. "The people who knew, they knew to come around the back," Armand eventually explained.

The barmaid shook her head. "You don't really know people, do you?" she retorted. "How many of them do you think come into the bar first for a drink or two or more?"

"I'd know if they were drunk," Zumba spoke up.

"You are who?" the barmaid demanded.

"Zumba, I'm the doorman," he mumbled.

"Well you certainly look like a doormat. I'm Lila by the way, thanks for asking." She smiled graciously at the doorman who brushed off any slight that was intended. Lila smiled at him and then the rest. "So it's anal, is it? That's the big secret?"

Maggie thought she saw a possibility. "We need you to work together with us," she tried.

Lila looked her straight in the eyes. "So what's it like?" she asked.

Maggie saw no reason to demur. "Well, it's a bit like the other way. But more intense, more sensitive and the taboo..."

Lila shook her head with a sly smile. "Of course I know what the act is like," she sneered. "I meant what's it like doing it in public. With strangers?" She crossed her arms in challenge.

Maggie emitted a slight tremor. How did Lila know about the strangers? But then she felt a need to show the upper hand to this suddenly bolshie barmaid. Maggie got up and quickly grabbed Lila, led her to the centre of the group. "Since you're apparently not an anal virgin we'll dispense with the niceties." Maggie unzipped Lila's pants, quickly had them off her along with her underwear.

"Roger," Maggie ordered, "I've got a job for you."

"Okay," he grumbled like entering the bottom of the thin woman with her sweetly curved bum already on display was some kind of imposition.

"Come on Roger," Maggie urged. "Your a barman, she's a barmaid. It's almost like family."

Roget undid his pants and got his cock out. "Well if you put it like that," he smiled as he wanked to hardness. Which did not take him long.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Lila complained having finally caught up with what was being done to her.

"You get to tell us what you think about getting fucked in the arse in public," Maggie suggested as Roger tilted Lila forward a little then began to rub his cockhead across her buttocks, sliding it ever closer to her hole. "Since you were wondering."

Sensing that the barmaid was teetering, Maggie turned to face her and grabbed her by the elbows so that Lila could comfortably lean further forward to give Roger better entry. Which was something that he took advantage of by prodding that cockhead into her.

Lila gasped. "Nice?" cooed Maggie to her face. She raised her voice dramatically. "Are you guys enjoying the show?" she asked the others. Got a smile from Willow. The men pretended to be studious about it, like they could learn something about butt fucking. Josie acted like it was nothing special.

Roger was now well embedded in the barmaid so that he could start to get a rhythm to fuck her, to get deeper into her as she yielded to the pleasure. Except that the look on her face had gone back to a neutral distance.

The other stood up and gathered around. Zumba ran a hand across Lila's bare midriff. "I thought you said you were into this," he smiled. But Lila was in her own closed world it seemed, not showing any response to Zumba's question or Roger's humping.

Armand looked envious that Maggie had not organised him to initiate Lila. "It's always the quiet ones," he stated incongruously. No one gave him a response. Maybe his brain was still in Willow's arse.

Lila seemed to be in her own enclosed world even when Maggie started to caress her face. Maggie crouched down to try to eyeball the barmaid. "Are you enjoying this?" she asked Lila

Lila opened her eyes to get a facefull of Maggie. "Why else do you think I'm doing this?" she replied. "It's something that, yes, I, uggh, always wanted to do." Lila gritted her teeth as Roger tensed and then came copiously inside her. She let him stay there for a moment while he finished and then revelled in his afterwards sensitivity. Lila was clearly enjoying that as much as the man was.

But then she disengaged. "I could probably go another one of you," she stated, looking around at the others who had stepped back in some sort of show of respect. "But I think I'll save myself up for the big night. So then I guess we'll see how that goes."

There were a few nods of agreement as Lila straightened herself up, pulled her underwear back up and readjusted her pants. Then she strode back into the front bar of The Wild Duck like not much had happened.

The others realised the meeting was over. They had a night to prepare for.

To be continued...