The Back Bar - The Big Night

Let's go to The Back Bar tonight! It is a pop-up event in the back room of a local pub where patrons, well the men, pay for anal. Or they can pay to watch. So far you found out by word of mouth. But that cannot last in this age. Maggie and Willow, friends who came up with the idea, run the event. Both being into anal, they avidly reap the benefits on event night. Along with the bar manager Armand they have a plan for tonight...

But first:

"Whoo-ee!" Crystal had Matt's cock up her arse. Heck it felt good.

Matt was on his back, Crystal straddling him looking down at him with wide excited eyes as she pumped up and down on him. "Now, let's get this straight," he smiled up at the woman he was arse fucking. What the hey, if she was using him he could break the mood. "So you've got me fucking your arse, practising, so you can get your story into the paper?"

Crystal screwed up her eyes. He had done it, broken the spell. But he did deserve an explanation. "Yes, I'm going to get into The Back Bar and get fucked there. So I thought I better get some practice in."

"Do you mean... this is not love?" Matt was now toying with the reporter. "So you're going to fuck in there and get fucked in the arse by who?" Since that was the implication, that she was going to be available. Not that he was complaining or surprised. After all, when she had earlier invited him, her instructions were 'wash yourself, be clean, and bring lube.' She would let him use her luscious arse the once and maybe that would be it. He was not going to say no. But still.

"You'll be there naked, available," he wondered.

Tonight they were on her bed, not in a bar full of people interested in anal sex. Crystal rocked around a little on Matt's cock, a smile on her face as she enjoyed having the man's cock up her arse. "Whom," she corrected. Then gave him a kiss on the cheek. "If I have to I'll get fucked there," she laughed. "Naked, if necessary. Or not. A girl's got to have her boundaries."

"Well then..." Matt suggested as he prodded around deep inside her bottom to their obvious mutual pleasure.

"Okay, I get the message!" Crystal almost leapt off Matt leaving him sticking up, on his back on her bed. She rummaged in her drawers for a moment. "Here," she announced as she pulled out a garment, straightened it out and shimmied into it. Not that there was much to shimmy into. It was short and pleated, covering her only from her waist to the top of her thighs.

"Netball skirt!" Matt realised.

"Just as well I never threw it away," Crystal laughed as she again approached her man who not only had stayed hard, but maybe even got a little harder. Always up for a bit of teasing, that bottom that was his a moment ago now hidden. Well, almost hidden. Crystal flicked it up at the front revealing her parts that were not currently in play. And on the bed, she squatted back down on Matt smiling right at him as she again guided Matt into her now partially obscured bottom.

Overcome by it all, Matt looked longingly into Crystal's eyes. "I love you," he mouthed.

Crystal leant down to give her man a kiss. But again a quick one, this time chaste, lips on lips only. "Matt, the sex is brilliant but do you really think that we are right for each other?" She rocked his cock around in her bottom.

"Can you at least take me there?" he pleaded. "I've always wanted to go."

"I should take you along so you can get into all those other bottoms? Not on my watch! I'm keeping you for myself. Plus it's work. You'd be a distraction." She looked a little guilty about something. For some reason she had to confess. "I have to take Newman."

"Who's he?" Matt wondered, trying not to seem possessive. Well, he was still up her arse.

Crystal looked away from her man. Her arse spasmed with her revelation, that the despicable Newman would see her arse. And probably more. "He's on the story with me." Matt gave her a strange look, one which he expected looked like 'he'll be in your bottom too.' "It's not like that," she complained. "I don't even want him there." But she had to.

Matt shook his head with a grin. Who else, he wondered, did she want there. Weirdly, that thought turned him on. "Well, there's nothing left to do," he decided, "but give you what you deserve." And Matt rolled them over, still connected, so that now he was on top. Now he was in position to really pound into Crystal's arse. She groaned loudly as he brought her to another shattering orgasm, her claws tightly into his back.

"Don't stop," she pleaded. This was intense for her as she tightened around his cock. Surely she wasn't building...

Matt smiled as he kept up his punishing rhythm, sensing where he was pushing her. He had just enough extra oomph to look into Crystal's face. "I'm not," he grunted. But they knew he too was close. No way would he stop now. And he came inside her, hard and long. Crystal squeezed herself for her own pleasure and she too came, holding Matt inside her while she romped to her release.

Even after he came in her, Matt stayed imbedded as they savoured the closeness of their moment together. They were silently enjoying it for a moment. Matt grunted.

"Yeah?" Crystal asked him. Clearly he had something to say.

"What is this story going to be about?" he asked. "After all, the other paper already got most of it in their exposee. I can't see what's left?"

Crystal groaned as Matt moved around, just a little, in her bum. "I want to tell the real story, the depravity of these people, really see what goes on..."

"Uh yeah." Matt tried to be agreeable to that, even though he could not quite see it. In the natural course of post-coital things, he flopped out of her. Crystal turned around and took his cock in her mouth. Sucking on it, she felt him flinch which drove her to suck on him with more verve. Soon he was almost hard again.

Crystal looked up at Matt's face, smiled at the pleasure written all over it. "You're not finished yet?" she urged. No, he wasn't.

* *

In The Back Bar they were ready to start the night.

Josie sat at the entrance desk, getting ready to start dealing with the people coming for the big night in The Back Bar. She checked everything was in place, made sure the credit card terminal was operating. All the while Zumba was watching her.

"You'll be busy soon," Josie laughed at him. She knew that he preferred to be active. There would soon be plenty for the front of house security guard to do once he had patrons to control.

Just as Josie had her desk organised, Maggie came in through the green door, the one that led to the function room, where it all happened. The MC's eyes were wide with concern. "I've just been outside, you should see the queue. You're going to have to triage," she burbled at the two entrance staff. Zumba shrugged, that was his job.

Josie went all businesslike, suspecting Zumba did not have the complete picture. "How many are we going to let in?" she asked Maggie.

Maggie thought for a moment. "No more than seventy," she decided. "Sorry, there are going to be a lot of disappointed bottoms. But that's your job, that's why we hired you, because we think you can handle it, both of you."

Josie rummaged around her desk. She was amazed how much stuff she seemed to need. But she found what she was after. "We've got the list," she told Maggie holding it up.

Maggie nodded. Then she stared hard, particularly at Zumba. "Being on the list doesn't mean that they will get automatically in. They still have to meet the standards," she warned. "Any problems that you can't handle, try to find me."

They both nodded at that. Of course, professional pride meant that calling Maggie back out would be a last resort. Changes were that she would be busy. Busy with a cock up her. They would work things out.

"Well," Josie concluded, "I guess you're ready inside." Maggie nodded. "Then we better start the triage," Josie sighed. Of course she would like to let everyone in. But the room was only so large.

"Good luck," Maggie called out at them and went back through the green door.

"Better get to it," Josie told Zumba. She stood up from her desk and started heading towards the entrance door. Zumba gave her a look of surprise. "What?" she asked sharply, so he said nothing. "Let's go and see what's going on outside," Josie continued in her normal, controlled tone as she went past Zumba to open the door, the one at the back of the building, hence the name The Back Bar.

The doorman had decided to say nothing and rather enjoy the shimmer of her firm, bare bottom as she strode ahead of him out the door. As usual Josie was only dressed from the waist up. Not that she seemed to care. Zumba followed her just far enough away to enjoy the full aspect of her smooth buttocks and long legs.

But once they were out the door things changed. There was a ragged queue and it was long, certainly a lot more than seventy people.

Three young, bright eyed guys at the front of the line were pumped, ready for action. Josie looked past them to address everyone. "Thanks for showing your interest," she started, giving everyone time to pay attention to her. "We all know why you're here." Zumba stood by her side, trying to look serious but not imposing. Clearly Josie, bare from the waist down, had attracted a lot of attention although the queue was polite. People moved out of the line so that they could see and hear Josie who clearly had more to say. "It's not a big room," she continued, "so I'm not going to be able to let you all in."

There was a groan of disappointment, especially from further back in the line where people assumed they had no chance. One of the three excitable guys at the front burst out a wide grin. "Let us all in," he mimicked and thrust himself a few times at Josie who stared back impassively. His two mates thought that was appreciation or something and they joined the actions of the first guy.

Josie shook her head at them. "Sorry, but you do realise that you are not going to get in," she told them carefully. The three of them stopped and thought about it. Josie raised an eyebrow at them which said that she had decided.

The three guys stopped their shenanigans and sobered up. "Sorry," the first one told Josie who kept her look fixed. He turned to his mates. "Next time," he told them. And with a minimum of fuss they walked off, back around to the front of the bar and presumably home. Or elsewhere.

That caused the others waiting to be let into The Back Bar to be more conscientious and attentive. Josie and Zumba then explained how they would run things, that they would let in three groups at a time and that their standards were quite high given the demand. They explained the entry costs and the wristband colours.

Zumba took over to emphasise what Josie had said. "Once your group is in, things will move pretty quickly if you know what you want by the time you get to the front to see Josie."

Josie did a curtsey, pretending to raise the skirt that she did not have on. She then went back inside to again set herself up at the table just in front of the green door that led to the real fun of The Back Bar. As she turned everyone got to see her tight, inviting bottom. The men felt a desire to feel it, to woo her and impress her. The women in the queue hoped that they would match up to her. Not that she seemed to care.

The first three groups through the back door were polite, and knew what they wanted. Zumba had followed them in and watched as Josie dealt with them and let them all through the green door into where the night would play out. He then went out to gather the next three. They were more interesting.

The third in the line, a woman stood by herself in a short jacket. She let it slip open a little knowing that Zumba could see. She appeared to be wearing some sort of bondage gear, based on what she revealed. Zumba waved her past him and through the back door.

She marched up to Josie sitting at her desk. "I'm the shoe shop girl," she announced. "I'm on the list." Josie stared at her. "Oh, I'm Kyrie," she added, a little flustered. "I guess that helps."

Josie smiled and scanned the list on her desk. She nodded. "Surprisingly you are actually on the list." Then Josie looked her up and down. "You came alone. Brave," she noted.

"I so want to experience this!" Kyrie gushed. "I want to do everything!"

Josie smiled, infected by her enthusiasm. But she still had to sort out things. "I need to see what you're wearing under the coat."

"Why?"

Josie's eyes lit up. "To see if you're accessible."

"Oh, of course," Kyrie gushed. "Just like you!" Josie smiled at that connection. As Kyrie slipped her coat off her shoulders. Uncovered, she stood proud in black latex thigh high stockings, a black corset under her bare breasts, and of course black stilettos. That was all. "Do you like it?" she teased. Josie pretended to be unimpressed with what was a classically pear-shaped bottom.

Kyrie turned around to show Josie her bare arse, spreading her cheeks so that the doorwoman could see her neat little hole. It looked too good. Josie licked a finger, tickled the other woman around the spot and then slipped it in. No resistance.

Josie nodded as Kyrie turned back around, her face a little flushed. "I usually don't do that," Josie stated while affixing an almost superfluous black band to Kyrie's wrist. Kyrie gave her a peck on the cheek and went inside.

Outside, Zumba stared at the next ones waiting to enter. "I know you two," he decided and thought for a moment trying to recall while they both looked a little uncomfortable. The penny dropped. "You've been here before, a couple of times, right?" They nodded. Zumba smiled now he knew. "And each time you've left disgusted."

The man looked down to the ground. His partner stared back, only as high as Zumba's chest. "Do you have to?" she whispered.

Zumba crossed his arms, thought of raising her chin with a finger or two to force her to make eye contact. But decided not yet as he loudly continued his patter. "Well, yes," he stated clearly. "Both times you came here, you said nothing to us, paid your $20 went in and left soon after looking disgusted." Both of them seemed humiliated at the recollection. Was that the point, Zumba wondered. So he asked "Why? What are you getting out of it?"

Without looking up, the man started softly: "Well..." Still no eye contact.

Zumba grinned. "Speak up, I can't hear you," he exhorted loudly.

Still looking down, the man tried to explain: "She... she likes watching people getting it, you know..."

Zumba shook his head, in control. "I don't know," he replied.

The woman spoke up. "In the bottom," she managed to reveal.

Zumba crossed his arms, full control. "Ah yes, that's what people do here," he enunciated. "Except for you."

"Who said I don't like it?" the woman complained. Zumba had riled her, she was speaking audibly now.

Zumba could tell that others in the queue were listening. So he ramped it up. "Ah, so you come here to watch, you because you secretly want it up your arse, him because he finds it all embarrassing. But you both get turned on and go home and arse fuck yourselves throughout the night!" He was enjoying himself. After all, how considerate did you have to be when you are security for The Back Bar? Zumba stared hard at the two meeks.

The man mumbled something that no one could hear.

The woman smiled a little, slyly. "How did you know?" she gasped.

Zumba shook his head and opened the door. "You better go in," he told them. And gave them the biggest grin as they shuffled past him.

* *

Zumba ushered Crystal and Newman in when their turn came. The journalists were soon at Josie's desk, hoping not to raise her suspicions. She looked up and smiled at them. "A lot of women are wearing coats," Josie commented.

"It's a bit cold outside," Crystal pointed out.

"That could explain it," Josie replied knowing full well that was not the reason. Still it was fun to string the conversation out until the big reveal.

"I called to find out when it was on," Crystal told the other woman. "I should be on the list. Crystal." The journalist realised that she had given her name to them. Had they checked up on her?

Josie studied the list. "Yes, for some reason we put you on the list. I'll let you in when we've been through the formalities." Maybe it was all right, Crystal wondered. Whatever the formalities were. The big test. Josie ignored Crystal, instead focussing on her companion who was ostentatiously staring past Josie as if his x-ray vision could see through the green door. So many men were like that. Crystal nudged him back to the issue at hand. Josie studied the two of them again. "Are you a couple?" she asked. "You don't seem like one."

Crystal nodded at her man. "This is Newman. We're work colleagues, curious," she answered maybe too quickly, while not looking anywhere near Newman.

"Newman," Josie repeated.

"Yes, curious," he told her, offhand looking anywhere but her. Crystal was sure the game was up.

Josie smirked at Newman's attempt to appear superior. What did he think he was achieving with her? Then she stared at the two of them for the longest moment. "Well, it takes all sorts," she finally decided. "So what will it be?"

Crystal looked to Newman, with a hint of diffidence. "I might play so I'll go black. He'll go white, I'll pay."

Josie shook her head. "No might. If you go black, you do play. There's plenty of others who know what they want waiting outside." She grinned at Crystal who was now not so sure. "Are you willing to commit?" Josie challenged her. While noting the expectant, triumphant look on Newman's face. He was now engaging with the situation, concentrating on Crystal's reactions. Typical.

Crystal took a deep breath. "Okay. I will play," she agreed, a little apprehensively. Newman almost did a jig.

Josie smiled. "Let's settle up for your... friend. Then I have to make you available."

Crystal seemed to know what was expected. "Can I just go like this?" she asked, slipping out of her coat to show the netball skirt that only just reached below her buttocks. She wore a long-sleeve loose bare midriff top which accentuated her taut midriff.

Josie nodded. "Bare legs, a nice change." Crystal looked curious. "Everyone else is wearing stockings," Josie explained.

Crystal smiled at her. "Maybe next time." She quickly settled up and they hurried in through the green door.

Josie looked up. Zumba was letting another three groups in. He walked up to her. "The journalists, right?" he smiled.

Newman took Crystal's hand as they stepped through the green door. They were greeted by darkness and a wall of music.

"So this is where the magic happens," Crystal smiled.

"So this is where the depravity happens," Newman replied dryly. Crystal pulled her hand out of his.

Accustoming themselves to the subdued lighting of the room, they noticed that a vibe was building among those already in the mood. The DJ played a set that the women could shake their hips to, songs the men also knew. Figures took shape out of the darkness. As would be expected, at least six of the women had black wristbands and were, as required, accessible. The black wristband women wandered the room, making sure that the black wristband men knew that they were being assessed.

Two of the prowling women looked so similar, both thin with long, long straight dark hair, both bare from the waist down except for their matching leggings which both had indiscrete gaps both back and front. They met on their circuits, greeting each other with first of all pecks on the cheek, then a lengthy full mouthed kiss. As there was little other action, they had all available eyes on them, pashing together like they did not care if anyone noticed.

They appeared to telepathically reach an agreement to place a hand on the other's mound and then lower down. Immediately a bouncer came over to chastise them for it. A brief conflab occurred, with their on-lookers only able to guess what was being discussed. Until one of the women asked the bouncer a question to which he nodded a yes.

Fired by that, the woman licked her ring finger, reached it behind the other one's back, and gently pushed it into her bottom. As she slid it in and out, the other one glimmered, delighted.

Mesmerised by the women finger fucking each other's arseholes but still not quite acclimatised to the darkness, Newman stumbled and reached out to steady himself, found himself again holding Crystal's hand.

"Don't touch me!" Crystal shot at him, "Don't!" She now had the measure of her surroundings.

Newman stepped back, stumbling into a chair that he had not seen. "I didn't mean it," he hissed, hoping that she believed him. While he considered that if he intended to touch her, he would be lifting that short skirt. Realising that he so wanted to see her butt. Her pleated netball skirt covered her just so far giving a tantalising glimpse of an inch or so, making her bottom so, so desirable. Which made it worse for Newman knowing that it would be someone else, one of these black-banded predators but not him to go there.

He looked around the room now that it was starting to come in focus wondering which of them were likely to be her type. He noticed the black-haired pair in their obscene leggings who were still fingering each other's bottoms, making a big show of it with wide mouths and wide eyes, and he sighed. It wasn't worth him getting excited, since there was nothing that he could do about it, he was there to watch. And only to watch.

Crystal too was looking around. She had two aims, one to see if any of the men met her wants. And the other to see what kind of story she could bake out of what was going on.

Which was not much yet. Apart from the pair Newman was ogling, the groups that had got in so far were still tight, intact, there was not yet any action. The pair fingering each other were the main show, but so what? Crystal hoped to see much more. Another pair of single women were prowling, seeing if they could identify any prey. The men at this stage were still the hunted. Crystal noted that the men with black wristbands were still looking cool and aloof.

Being a reporter Crystal hooked one of the prowling single black wrist-banded women. "Your first time?" she asked Kyrie who nodded and introduced herself. "I love your get-out," Crystal added.

"I decided to make it clear why I'm here," Kyrie told Crystal, even turning around to give Crystal the full reveal, the solid black stockings her bare crotch and bum, the peek-a-boo of her breasts above the corset. "Is he with you?" Kyrie gestured at Newman. She did not seem impressed with him.

"He's okay, he's been neutered," Crystal smiled back to Kyrie. "Go and get us some drinks," she ordered Newman. Crystal then turned back to Kyrie. "What are you drinking? He's paying."

* *

Zumba was back outside trying to look relaxed. Inside was reaching capacity, and he was starting to work on how to tell the folk who had just turned up that they were not going to get in.

A woman who had recently joined the queue waved at Zumba who came over to see what she wanted. He tried to look aloof but knew that he was a sucker for her good looks, she would see right through him.

"I'm Alexis, Maggie's friend," she told Zumba, "did she put me on the list?"

Zumba made an issue of checking down the list before he addressed her, again hoping to look disinterested, trying to pretend that maybe for a change her beauty would fail her. He was about to speak, but he paused. Let her worry for a moment. He checked slowly down the list then looked at her. "She did." He gave her a huge smile. "But only if you take the black wristband." Zumba smiled at Alexis and then loudly asked "does everyone remember what the black wristband means?"

Alexis glared at Zumba. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded.

Zumba smiled at Willow's workmate, the one who had virtually outed her in the office as an anal addict. He read through the notes on the list he held. "She did say that you would take offence," he smiled. "But you are actually enjoying this, aren't you?" Zumba held his tongue for a moment, just to push her buttons. "Either that or she wanted you to feel a bit humiliated before you get in," he concluded.

Alexis straightened up. She knew what she had done. But she did so want to get inside. Still, she had not resolved to the cost Willow imposed. So she tried. "The wristband?" she asked, "do I get a choice?"

Zumba shook his head. "Non-negotiable," he stated. So that was that. It would be her arse.

* *

Unaware and unconcerned about events outside, Maggie and Willow stood near the dance floor admiring the ways that what they had started were progressing.

"Wow, people are making the effort," Maggie noted, eyeing the variety. Women in all sorts of costumes, the netball skirt, the obscene leggings, bondage gear, a few that must be anime characters, a miniskirt which looked respectable at the front but flared above her bare bottom at the back.

Willow looked around at the tableau of sexy humanity in front of them and stated the obvious. "Well, at least the women are."

Maggie smiled back. "No, look at the men. A lot of them have gone to some trouble too. Look at the peek-a-boo cutouts to their pants. And look at those two in tight vests. Is that leather?"

This caused Willow to check out Maggie and then consider her own effort. They both wore little black dresses which they could flick up -- or off -- pretty quickly. That may have been special in the early days. They trailed the pack now. Men smiled at them, but that was it, no lust. The same men drooled in particular over a woman who had gone the full 1980s Prince protegee band member look, the frilly blouse, the bright coloured stockings. And she didn't wear much more.

Willow smiled at her friend. "We're going to have to lift our game if we want to get fucked," she observed. They took a quick tour around the room. Things had moved quickly. All the black wristband men were busy.

* *

Zumba waltzed up to Josie at her desk. "What are you so happy about?" she smiled.

"Well, we've let in as many as we're allowed to. And there's no one hanging around outside. I think our work is done." Zumba gave Josie a wide smile, meant to hint that they could start messing around earlier than previous. If, that was, she was on his wavelength.

"What if someone wants to change their wristband?" Josie pointed out.

Zumba shook his head. "The place is already making enough out of the folk inside. If someone wants to upgrade, here's an idea. You carry a bunch of black ones and just give them out. Let them have some fun!" He ogled her for a moment with a sense of hope. They both knew it was because she had nothing on below the waist. "If you're busy when someone asks," Zumba continued chivalrously, "I'll do the honours. I'll keep a few, just in case. And also if you didn't know, Maggie has some too."

"Hmm," Josie worried. But then it wouldn't affect what she was paid for the night, she realised as she lightened up.

Her colleague noticed that she was getting his mood. "And talking of fun, I could see you were having too much fun with the journos," Zumba pointed out.

Josie shrugged. "I could see she really wanted to get fucked."

Zumba smirked. "You could? Are you sure it wasn't projection?"

Josie smiled. "I can tell. She was sending out pretty strong vibes. She just needed that final push. And she was dressed for it."

"As we only found out later." Which they did when Crystal took off her coat to reveal she was wearing a very short netball skirt that pretty much screamed that she was available.

"Oh, I see," taunted Josie. "You thought that you could help her out with her dilemma."

"Well, if she is having trouble getting into the swing..."

Josie gave the doorman a look of mock admiration. "You're so good. I guess we should go inside to see you work your magic. Is there any woman who had ever said no to you?"

"Not that I recall." Zumba was grinning big time because they both knew that when Josie stood up to go into the function room, her bare arse was virtually already his. Both knew that she couldn't say no to him. They had some sort of thing going on between them, highlighted by the looks that they were now sharing. Josie stood up and Zumba took a step close to her. So she sat back down, teasing. They both laughed. The tension. Something had to happen. Josie stood up again, this time all the way exposing herself to the only person there with her.

Quickly, Zumba stepped around the door woman and bent her over her desk. She gasped. He dropped his pants. Hard already. And he was inside before she knew it. Inside. Just a few centimetres. But enough for Josie to groan, in a good way. She pushed back. He pushed forward. Soon he was deep in her, Josie gripping the sides of the desk, her eyes clenched shut just enjoying it. It was as if Zumba saved himself for this moment. He pounded Josie, she thrust back.

Suddenly Josie hit the spot, shuddered and came hard, throbbing around Zumba's cock. He let her go on. When she came down, he held inside her for a few moments.

Josie looked over her shoulder at her fucker who was just starting, just a little, to pull out. "You're not going to..." she started, as they disengaged.

Zumba reached down and nuzzled Josie's neck, letting his cock flop against her thighs. "I... we... should go in and see if we're needed," he whispered.

Josie pushed him off her, playfully. "You really are a true romantic," she exclaimed.

Zumba smiled down at her. "Gets the juices flowing." And got a slap that he well deserved.

* *

Maggie found herself talking to Roger the barman with the party getting quite wild. No one was ordering drinks, which Roger complained to Maggie about. He had nothing to do. But watch. He did not mind the watching. But he'd rather be doing his job.

Maggie smiled back, reading his mind. "Maybe you'd like to get into the action, but Armand I'm sure would prefer you on duty, just in case they get thirsty. Can you wait until after?"

Roger rolled his eyes. "What makes you think anyone will be left by then?"

Maggie smiled back. "Well, let me promise that if you strike out, you can have this." She turned the right way, swished up her dress from the back, as if it was not obvious her bare bum was what she was offering.

Roger nodded sagely. "Quite nice. And thank you." He thought for a moment, then smiled. "Of course if you could come around to this side of the bar and leaned over it, I could, you know, and still be able to see if anyone needs a drink."

Maggie thought for a moment. For some reason pickings for her had been pretty thin so far. Maybe her standards were too high? She looked Roger over.

"Why didn't I think of that?" she smirked. After all, she was ready and willing. Since that was the point of the night. Maggie swished around to the serving side of the bar. As Roger had suggested she leaned over the bar facing the room. The barman did not hesitate to flip her dress back up to admire her firm arse. He placed a soft finger against her anus and with Maggie groaning in pleasure he pushed that one finger in. Roger should not have been surprised that he was able to enter her digitally so easily. He was surprised though at how ecstatically Maggie responded.

Roger leant over the willing woman and whispered in her ear. "If that's what you're like with my finger, wait for my cock."

"Just hurry up and get it in," Maggie hissed. Roger happily accommodated her and was quickly giving her even more pleasure as he fucked her with some real ardour.

One of the security guards marched up to the couple. "There you are," he addressed Maggie, "I've been looking for you." He could clearly see that Roger was fucking her arse. After all, that was what the night was about, he should not be surprised. And he wasn't. But he did have news for Maggie. "It's absolute bedlam out there. It's impossible for us to tell who is wearing what wristband or whether they are obeying the rules." He looked to Maggie hopeful of getting some direction, what to do.

Roger did not let up as Maggie considered the issue and answered her man. "What's the vibe like?" she asked. "Mmmmh," she gasped as Roger teased her, half way in.

"It's good," the security guard conceded. "Everyone is having a good time."

Roger thrust extra deep into Maggie's arse, his teeth clenched, Maggie's mouth gaping for a moment. And the security guard just smiling at the woman as she enjoyed her pounding. "If it's good," Maggie decided gripping the top of the bar, "let them. Let's rely on their basic honesty and decency and just go with that. I think the night's a success." She groaned again as Roger worked inside her, finding just the right spot.

"Certainly is for you," the security guard noted. Maggie gave him a look. Roger kept hammering away in her, relishing the moment.

Immediately the security guard left them, Armand's girlfriend Elana appeared, walking towards them swishing in a brightly coloured minidress. She looked like she was appropriately dressed for action as she greeted Maggie like two pals catching up for coffee or something.

"Does anyone care what I'm up to?" Maggie laughed to Roger as Elana had clearly worked out what was going on. Well, it wasn't difficult.

"Sorry if you're busy," Elana smirked as she stared at what was going on behind the bar, impressed.

Maggie rolled her eyes. "No, I'm fine," she insisted. "How did you get in? I didn't see you?"

Elana swished her long hair back. "Oh, that snarky barmaid let me come in from the main bar. Looks like the back door was closed."

Maggie was rocking as Roger kept at her. "So you don't have a wristband," she realised. "What colour would you like?"

Elana gritted her teeth. "Well, given what my boy is up to at the moment, I think I'll go black and see what he thinks of that."

Maggie produced the one that Elana wanted, fixed it to her wrist. She did not want to get involved in Elana and Armand's relationship but she had to ask. "What's he up to?"

Elana pointed into the crowd. "Can you see him over there?"

Maggie looked where Elana was pointing. Surprisingly she had good vision of Armand and what he was doing. And who he was doing it to. "Is she wearing a netball skirt, by any chance?" Maggie asked the aggrieved girlfriend.

Who gave Maggie a weird look. Like why would she ask that? But Elana nodded. "Since I checked to see exactly what he was doing to her, I did notice what she was wearing. If wearing is the right word for it."

Maggie tried to look concerned, for Elana's benefit. "He's working, in that case. That's work." Roger even let up for a moment. But he stayed where he was.

"Well, you could have fooled me," Elana laughed, overdoing it a bit. "I thought he was just randomly sticking his dick in another juicy arse. But if you say it's work." She looked at Roger. "After all, the barman is also at work too. But I guess that's what you have to do in a place like this."

Maggie leant back to give Roger a kiss on the cheek before she responded to Elana. "He is rather good at this work. I'm happy to give him up to you if you want to check him out." Roger saw that as cue and got back into it, thrust extra hard like he enjoyed Maggie talking dirty. "Oh yeah," Maggie remembered. "That woman Armand is sodomising is a journalist after a story. He's just giving her some ideas."

Elana nodded sagely at that information. "Well, I guess I understand the intention. But it doesn't actually have to be him does it?"

Maggie nodded. "I guess not," she agreed. She smiled because what Roger was doing to her was now really good.

"Ah well, I better get even then," Elana sighed. She stepped behind the bar next to Maggie and perched herself over it much as Maggie was, even flicking up her dress so that her bum was bare and available to the lucky barman. She looked at Roger. "Ready when you are," she told him.

Roger caught Maggie's eye waiting for her consent. She gave him the smallest of nods. But it was enough. He pulled out of one enticing arse and easily entered the other available one. So now he was fucking the boss's girlfriend. She responded much as Maggie had. "You're good Roger!" she exclaimed.

Maggie looked over at Elana wryly. "Good? He's great."

Elana smiled at Roger who thought he was in the right rhythm. "You're okay," she decided. Roger stopped for a moment, getting a sharp look from her. "Start slow and build up," she suggested.

Roger did as he was told. He started with some slow strokes and, as ordered, he began to speed up. Elana grabbed Maggie's arm since she was still stretched out over the bar next to her. She pointed again to Armand who seemed to be really giving it to Crystal, the journalist. "Look at him," she complained to Maggie. "Do you think he's thinking of me?"

Maggie watched Armand's performance for a moment. "I don't know. He's really into it with her. Sometimes we forget..." She looked at Armand's girlfriend who seemed to be simultaneously enjoying the anal pounding that she was getting now that Roger was going for it while at the same time she wanted to resent the apparent thrills that Armand was getting. "I'm not helping?" Maggie wondered. Then she smiled. "He doesn't know you're here, does he?" Maggie realised.

Elana just grinned. A shot of concern hit Roger, perhaps he was doing something that had not been approved, something he might regret later. He quickly chilled. Well, it was too late anyway and Elana was willing. As if she could read Roger's mind, Elana looked back at him with extra desire. "Do me harder, Roger," she insisted, "do me like you did Maggie. I really want to feel this."

With that momentary relief, Roger complied. Elana was soon groaning loudly, soon cumming again as the sensations in her butt overtook her worldly concerns.

Oblivious, Armand was vigorously pounding Crystal. He had kept an eye on her after Maggie alerted him that she was a reporter. He noticed her talking to a man with a white wristband who seemed resigned to maintaining his voyeur status, so no competition there. The companion excused himself leaving Crystal alone in the middle of the groups that were mingling around the tables. Realising that this was his moment, Armand sidled up to her. "There's something about netball skirts," he addressed her making it clear that he was inspecting her outfit and her looks. And that he was impressed.

It was a good first line given the context. And Crystal also liked what she saw in the man looming in front of her. "There certainly is something!" she smiled, flipping up the short skirt to give him the idea that she was up for it -- and up for it with him. "What's your name, by the way?" she thought to ask.

Armand help out a hand and introduced himself as the manager of the establishment.

Crystal playfully took Armand's proffered hand and placed it between her legs. "I guess Mr Manager, you could have your choice of any of the women here," she teased.

He thought for a moment of Elana. But didn't she say that she wasn't coming tonight? "It doesn't work like that," he started to explain then realised that he was acting a bit formal. "The rules apply to me too. The woman... you... have got to want it." Armand ran his finger along Crystal's very wet slit.

"Ah," she replied although Armand was unsure whether she was agreeing to his question of consent or whether she was just enjoying him wanking her off.

"I really shouldn't be doing this," Armand stated as he squeezed Crystal's clit between two of his fingers. She let out another ah. But Armand was not thinking about Elena. He stepped forward, closer to the journalist so he could run his fingers back along her clit and then past her taint, finding her bottom hole then quickly inserting a finger there.

"Can we go into a corner or something?" Crystal asked, trying on an innocent, wide-eyed pleading.

"Here!" Armand grunted, partly because this journalist did not to want to be done in front of everyone. And partly because he did not know how long he could last. Something about her...

Crystal got the vibe and gripped Armand's arms and looked excited into his face. "Yes," she urged. She felt it too. From there it was only a moment before Armand had Crystal bent over a table, flipped up her skirt and placed his very hard cock firstly gently at her opening, then eased it in, to her evident enjoyment. Out at the edge of his vision, Armand noticed the white wristband friend smirking while he watched from a distance, intent on staying out of Crystal's eyeline while enjoying his view of her anal treatment.

Very quickly Armand was vigorously fucking Crystal which was the moment when Elana had noticed him. But with his arousal from the short skirt, the firm white buttocks and the thought that he was giving the reporter something more than she had expected, he could never last very long. Without warning, he came inside her arse, came strongly and got an equal response from Crystal. They stayed like that for a moment.

Detaching herself, Crystal stood up and gave Armand a peck on the cheek. A sort of chaste way to say thank-you for what you just did to my arse. She also gave his softening cock an appreciative tug as her skirt settled back down, covering most of her bottom again.

Armand smiled back at Crystal but kept his hands to himself. "I know you and your friend are journalists," he told her like it was no big deal.

Crystal recoiled. "Why do you think that?" she snapped, dropping his cock like it was now a bad thing.

Armand crossed his arms, looking a bit incongruous since his semi-hard cock was still out of his pants. "I don't know," he suggested, "maybe the way that you are looking around the room. Like you're trying to record everything you see here in your mind. Just look at the rest of the punters in here. They are checking out bodies, generally the ones near them, because they are concentrating on their pleasure or how they are going to get it. And at one point your boyfriend was counting the number of people in the room."

That was too much for Crystal. "He's not my boyfriend!" she exploded.

Armand smiled like he was the man who had just fucked this woman's arse, but was now enjoying her growing discomfort from needing to build on her lies. This was fun. "You could have fooled me," the bar manager continued, "the way he's looking at you right now."

Crystal glared at Newman who was not doing a good job of being invisible. "Okay you've got me," she conceded to the bar manager, "what do you want from me?" Crystal straightened up as she stared at Armand. "Except for what you have already had," she added.

Armand smiled. Of course he had a plan.

Over at the bar, Elana detached herself from the barman. "That's enough for the time being," she told him. She nonchalantly stepped back to the front of the bar and leant against it, all the time staring at Armand, like she was waiting for him to realise it was her.

Roger looked over to Maggie. "There's going to be one Hell of an after party," he predicted. She nodded. Yes, there would be.

To be continued...