The Back Bar - Big Night Continues

Only one kind of sex is allowed at The Back Bar. Anal. A great reason to be there! Tonight the women are up for it and they are on show. Plenty of them dressed up, fancy and fetish outfits, the vibe is good and weird. The Back Bar doesn't run too often and after last time, a tabloid ran an exposee. The staff spotted two reporters sneaking in to get the next scoop, and they are being closely watched. And being looked after. Bar manager Armand does not yet know that his girlfriend Elana turned up and watched him arse fucking the luscious journalist Crystal.

Since the bar is full now, the front of house staff, Josie and Zumba, have closed up for night to head inside to join in the fun.

****

Josie opened the green door and stepped into The Back Bar. Zumba followed her, ran a hand gently down her back, toyed momentarily with her bare bottom, before he placed a finger at her rear opening which was still loose from the fucking he had given her.

"You what?" Josie turned around surprised. But that did not shake his finger. She wanted him in there. Whatever she meant to say next was lost, replaced by a low moan as Zumba got that finger deep into her. He worked around for a moment. "Are you going to finish me off?" she asked when she recomposed herself.

Zumba smiled at her. "Why would I do that?" But he continued. She shook her head and stood up straight, her legs just wide enough for him.

Josie looked into the function room to see what was going on in there. Zumba looked at her bare bum and what he was doing to her. Then he looked over her shoulder and nudged her forward into the room where action was happening.

* *

Josie heard the green door close behind her. For a moment she was in the dark with Zumba's finger up her bottom. She wriggled back on it. "Gosh that feels good," she exclaimed pretending to be the good girl that she clearly was not. She even twisted her arse around on her man's finger. God, she was sensitive to what he was doing to her, even though only a few minutes earlier he had her bent over the table she worked at, fucking her vigorously up her arse. And his hard cock had felt so good up her arse. Frankly, just his finger should not have felt so good after the fucking she had got. Not that she was complaining. This was different, but still good.

A woman slunk up to Josie, and ran a fun hand down her bare thigh, as if to remind Josie that she was naked below the waist.

Josie stared at the intruder as her eyes adjusted to the dark. "Great to see you, Willow. Nice dress." Josie just had the wherewithal to run her own hand along Willow's clothed thigh. "How have you been getting on?"

The event's organiser stared back glumly at Josie. "Not that well. We've got pretty stiff competition tonight. You would have seen that the customers really made an effort. I can barely get them to look at me." She posed for Josie in her little black dress. It showed her off well, but Josie had processed all the women at the door, and she knew that their outfits were next level. "Stiff," Willow repeated.

Josie smiled. "I know something else that's stiff," she chortled. Like she was being unironically ironic. She grabbed Zumba's hard cock which he had thoughtfully kept out of his pants and ready for service. "Got a job for you, big guy," she jollied him.

Not that he needed much prodding. Josie was happy to help Willow out, even though it meant that Zumba stopped fingering her. Willow walked up to the big man, placed her hands on the green door and spread her legs. Josie did the honours by lifting her friend's dress above her waist.

"Good enough for you?" Josie asked Zumba as she ran her hands over Willow's tight bottom.

Zumba finally found his voice. "Are you ready?" he breathed over Willow's shoulder at her.

"What do you think?" she mouthed back at him.

"She's always ready," Josie laughed, slapping Zumba on the bum for his impudence. She them reached around and wanked him a few times to make sure that he was primed and able to deliver. Happy with that, Josie drew Zumba's cock up to Willow's arse and teased the head a few times across the hole. Willow gasped and thrust back. That was what Josie wanted as she eased the tip of Zumba's cock and then a few solid centimetres inside Willow who now happily pronged, pushed back to get him further inside.

Josie leant right over, holding Willow's face in her hands and then went in for a passionate kiss while Zumba really started to pound away at Willow.

Eventually Josie came up for air, noticing a wild look on Willow's face.

"You know," Willow spluttered, "that's the first time I've ever kissed a girl."

"Well it won't be your last," Josie laughed as she went back in for another pash. She knew it was doing good things for Zumba too.

* *

Maggie could not resist the opportunity. She sidled up to Armand. Although he had given the journalist Crystal the fuck of her life, he was still hard, which was clearly evident because that hard cock remained out of his pants as he stood there chatting up two amenable women who were sitting at a table. They both wore black wristbands, so Armand knew that if he played his cards right he could have either or both of them. Although his cock swung close to their faces, none of the parties had yet sealed the deal. His cock remained untouched, the three of them enjoying the to and fro, the teasing, the subtle moves he made trying to impress them. And trying to get them to make physical contact with his prong.

And now Maggie stood by Armand's side, a third opportunity. Maggie matched their friendly vibe, draping an arm around his neck. Although she was keeping hands well away from that hard cock; she was curious to see how the triangle she had crashed would play out. One or both of the women at the table merely had to take hold of Armand's erection. Or stand up and offer herself. Or Armand could ask them.

But he didn't. His cock came close to their lips with Maggie inching Armand closer to the women, as she asked them whether they were having a good night, using their conversation as cover to get Armand more intimate with them, now almost waving it in their faces. Of course he was not after a headjob. Certainly the women knew what he wanted. Anyway, that would break the rules of The Back Bar. One of them even raised a hand to show off her black wristband, confirmation of what she had come for.

As Maggie played with her boss, tossing up whether to push him right onto them, the two women remained interested in him -- and his cock. Maggie decided to up the ante to Armand. "What would you do if Elana was here?" she whispered in his ear playfully.

The woman waving the wristband noticed. "What does she want?" she demanded, looking sternly at Maggie.

"This," Armand suggested, gripping his cock, pointing it in the direction of the woman, since she was the most likely of the two.

"You tell her it's mine," the woman suggested. She reached forward to fondle the quite impressive organ.

"So you want it?" Armand asked carefully.

She wrinkled her nose. "Oh, why not," she mocked. Only when she stood up could the others see that she wore a black garter belt, fishnet stockings and nothing else except her heels. She turned around to bend over the table. "You're hard and I'm lubed," she announced as she spread her legs. "Go for it!"

As if Armand needed any extra encouragement. He smiled at Maggie like how could he say no. The woman who was still sitting noticed that shared look. "She's not your girlfriend?" she demanded of Armand just as he placed the head of his cock at her friend's back hole. Well, that was not going to matter. "Bee, do you know what you're getting yourself into?" she cautioned. Probably a bit too late.

Bee pushed back against Armand, letting him get the head of his cock in. He knew to let things settle there for a moment before really getting into the act. That point of their connection was so sensitive, so great for both of them. Bee looked over at her friend who was trying to show nothing, but failing looked a bit disapproving. "Do you know where we are?" Bee reminded her. "What do you think we're here to do? Make a perfect match first?" And she pushed back engulfing about half of Armand's cock as if to make that point extra obvious. She acted so composed, seemingly she felt it was no big deal to have this stranger's cock in her arse. "I like what you're doing so far," she told Armand, rocking gently back and forwards.

"I haven't done anything," he complained.

"You've done something," Elana observed dryly. She had appeared next to Maggie without warning, and was looking quite composed, given that her boyfriend was most of the way embedded in another woman's arse. "Hi Armand," she chatted, "what have you been up to? Although I think I can tell." She gripped Maggie's hand as she bent down to get a better view of what Armand was doing.

Armand either did not realise that Elana was there or chose to ignore her for the enjoyment of the moment. He pumped a little deeper. Bee, while being comprehensively arse fucked, looked over at their sudden new companion / audience, this tall woman in a brightly coloured minidress.

Bee did notice that Armand seemed to know the intruder. "Oh hi, who are you?" she asked Elana, feeling a frizzon, a thrill at being examined by another stranger while doing something this illicit. She felt, well, so naughty.

Elana however radiated no frizzon, no thrills. Rather, a strong sardonic stare. "I'm his girlfriend," she announced, loud enough that Armand could not ignore her. He glanced over at Elana and stopped what he was doing, still embedded but, well, waiting to see what would come now that he was caught.

"Why are you stopping?" Bee demanded. Then she noticed that Elana was watching her performance with a studied mein. Bee seized on that as she pushed herself back, Armand going back deeper in her. "Oh, are you exclusive?" she challenged him. "Well, I guess not," Bee answered herself. She looked to Elana who had not changed her expression. "I'm Bee," she announced, "pleased to meet you." And she smiled like they were friends. But Bee sensed something about this curious intruder, something in her eyes.

"So how many cocks have you had up your arse tonight?" Bee asked Elana.

Who was taken by surprise. "Well, I don't..." she started. Armand looked at his girlfriend. You could tell that now he was wondering, he had caught her initial surprised reaction, he was wondering what did that mean?

Bee thought that she knew. "Oh come on, I can see it in your eyes. And if you did, I can't imagine that your boy here would have any reason to complain. So how many is it? Two? Three? More?"

Armand groaned at the thought that his beloved could have done that. Surely not? But Bee seemed pretty confident. And Elana had not denied it. And something in her demeanour said that she did not seem to be about to deny anything, either. That was the grounds he needed to really go to town with Bee. She was enjoying it. Armand was as hard as he had ever been, arse fucking someone while his girlfriend looked on. Elana gripped Maggie's hand tighter as, for some reason, rather than react or rush away or just do something, she watched. She could not pull away from the spectacle. She watched her boyfriend pump his cock up this perky stranger. What, she wondered, was this? What was she feeling?

And Maggie thinking that she knew, reached around Elana's back with her free hand and slinked that hand up the back of Elana's short skirt. And one finger and then two into her bottom. Elana tensed for a moment. Then she wriggled on Maggie's fingers, it was something that she needed at that moment. Not that she could explain why. But it felt so good, like really good. And somehow, it felt right. She watched Armand and Bee while Maggie made her feel just so hot.

* *

Willow looked back at Zumba fondly. "You didn't cum," she cooed.

"But you did," he smiled. "And that's what matters." He tucked his cock back into his pants and buttoned up.

Willow shook her head. "What a guy!" she mocked him. Because she kind of guessed what he was thinking. She noticed that Zumba was already looking around the room. "You're saving yourself," she noted sardonically.

Zumba turned back and smiled at Willow. "Just doing my duty," he suggested like it was a burden to fuck attractive women in the arse.

"Men," Willow exclaimed shaking her head. Well, at least she had got a good time out of him. Sometimes it would be nice if a guy fucked her and really meant it. But especially right now she would take what she could. So thanks, Zumba. Moving on, she looked around the room, hoping to find another fuckboy sooner than later. Still, the pickings did not seem great. Most of the likely candidates were busy, either in the gloom of the corners or happy out there on the dance floor, giving it to equally willing women. Zumba stayed with her, also scouting.

Then Willow saw the couple away from the action, leaning at the far end of the bar, right at the same time as Zumba. The couple there were not talking, barely acknowledging each other, probably staying close out of duty. "The journalists," Zumba whispered to Willow as if she did not know. She looked at him, curious. He was up to something.

"Let's go and make friends," Zumba suggested. Even curiouser, Willow thought trying to work out herself what the journalists were up to. But what the Hell. She led Zumba over to the couple who, in their isolation, should not mind having their stand-off or whatever it was interrupted.

Willow took control. She grabbed Zumba's arm in hers to drag him closer to her, like they were some sort of couple trying to be friendly. "He's just finished fucking me up the arse," Willow told the reporters. They tried to act nonchalantly at that. "But he didn't come," Willow continued. "He's saving himself up for later. Isn't that right, big boy?"

Zumba smiled at the couple who had been blindsided by Willow's directness. And now she let go of Zumba and gave him the biggest smile possible. And like that gesture had let him off the leash, Zumba stepped up to Crystal. And brazenly, he lifted her short skirt at the sides which confirmed the obvious, given the house rules, that she had nothing on underneath it. Crystal did not seem to mind.

Zumba looked eagerly at her. "Sorry," he announced, "but I've got this thing about netball skirts. Can't keep my hands off them." Which was proving true with both his hands running along the hem of her short pleated skirt, then just under the hem, right under the hem and over her bare thighs and bottom and crotch. He turned to Newman as he ran one hand up Crystal's front, under the skirt, clearly groping her pussy. "I hope you don't mind," he asked Newman in the most polite possible way. While Crystal spread her legs to give Zumba good access.

Newman tried to hold his poker face. "Nothing to do with me," he replied weakly.

"That's what I want to hear!" Zumba responded. And to celebrate, he reached around Crystal's behind for an expansive grope there. And he leant in and kissed her passionately mouth to mouth.

Willow smiled over at the still stoic Newman who still showed no reaction. "So what should we do while they are busy?" she asked him, prying to get something out of him. He looked back at her wondering, like that had not occurred to him. So she turned and raised the back of her short dress, baring her bottom. Newman shrugged feigning disappointment as he raised his wrist to show the blocking of the white band.

"Well, in that case let's you and I go hunting out there so you can get a good view of what's going on," Willow beamed. "Since that is what you paid for!" She wriggled her bare bum at him then grabbed that hand and dragged him in to the midst of where the party was really happening.

"That was convenient," Crystal smiled at Zumba who stepped up his groping of her bum cheeks, placing a finger against her bottomhole and, getting no resistance, poking it in.

"You would rather not do it in front of him?" Zumba asked the woman who pressed herself against him to allow the man freer access.

Crystal moaned with the pleasure of what he was doing to her as she reached for his crotch, ran her hand across the front of his pants. To her surprise, Zumba shifted her hand off him. "You're suddenly acting sort of coy," she wondered.

Zumba did not removing his roving finger from Crystal's arse as he looked into her face. "Well, I am about to fuck a journalist who wants to write about the place," he told her. Crystal looking worried, shuddered, pressing harder down on the man's probing finger. "Yes," he continued, "we all know about you and your boyfriend."

Crystal stiffened. "He's not my boyfriend," she complained. Maybe she should have brought Matt, her practice fuckboy from the night before instead of her leering colleague Newman who had already seen her sodomised by one man that night. Who knew how that was going to play out back in the newsroom, she worried.

Not that Zumba cared. "Whatever," he stated. "Shame he doesn't get to see you close up like this." Crystal did not realise that Zumba had unbuttoned himself and freed his cock until she felt him hard at her opening. He bent her over the bar as he worked his way in. Crystal had earlier accepted how much she liked anal sex when Armand was fucking her. Well, and Matt the night before too. How a man who knew what he was doing to her could turn her on so badly. And Zumba knew what he was doing to her.

Before he was very far in, she was already close to yet another orgasm, once again one driven fully by what was happening inside her arse. For the moment that was what mattered to her, the uncovering of her identity pushed to the back of her mind so she could concentrate solely on her pleasure. She looked around at Zumba's face, thrilled that he was enjoying it as much as she was.

* *

Willow scanned the room from her vantage near the dance floor. She still had Newman with her, gripping his hand in case he tried to escape her. "Fuck, I don't believe it!" she exclaimed. She turned to Newman. "You want a story? I've got a story," she exclaimed as she dragged him towards the source of her excitement.

Willow stopped next to a couple who were trying to be invisible against the back wall. The sheer number of punters in the room and their need for space meant that a woman was down on all fours getting it from a willing guy right up next to this prim couple. The pair fucking did not seem to mind. And the couple virtually pinned against the wall were watching their every exertion.

"We call them 'The Meeks' for obvious reasons," Willow whispered to Newman. "They're regulars, probably the weirdest ones that we get here."

With Newman in close tow, Willow slunk up to Mr Meek. She nudged him. "Having a good time?" she demanded.

Taken by surprise, Mr Meek was more forthcoming than he wanted. "I... we... watch a lot of porn and we, ah, like to see those luscious bottoms getting ploughed. When they are not, you know, with a penis, we both think 'what a waste.' And it's so much better seeing it happen here live and up close." Having started out stammering, he surprised himself at how much he wanted to share. While his wife stood there transfixed, just staring at the two who were fucking energetically in front of them, like she did not want to miss anything they were doing.

Willow kept her smile trained on Mr Meek. "But you wouldn't do it here yourself?" she challenged.

Mr Meek shook his head. "I'm a voyeur not an exhibitionist. So is Audrey. We just like to pay our $20 and watch. And then we go home..." At the sound of her name, Audrey woke partially out of her trance, she nodded as if that all made perfect sense. While keeping her eyes on the other couple.

Willow lifted her skirt, making it clear to her victim that her bottom was bare. And available. "Tempted?" she asked.

Mr Meek looked to his wife. He gripped her arm hard, to bring her into Willow's conversation. Audrey, now fully woken, smiled back at her husband. She did not think about it for long. "Why not? The nice young girl seems to be genuine, offering herself to you," she suggested like they had been offered another serving of cake or something.

Mr Meek gave his wife a look of surprise. This was not in their script. He looked to Willow: "Look at me. I'm not like these guys. It's not because you're desperate? Or think that you have to offer charity." Willow gave Newman a knowing look. Without being sure why, he returned her look.

Willow, concentrating again on Mr Meek, screwed up her face. "Charity? That's a new one." But she seemed to be wondering if that was it. Decisively she let go of Newman. "Maybe this will help," she suggested as she lifted the little black dress over her head. Of course she was now completely naked.

Mr Meek was doing something with his pants and the visible lump in there. Adjusting. Still, he was being careful. Was this really happening to him. "If you're just doing me a favour, I'd rather you didn't tell me..."

Audrey leant over to give his packet a grope. She looked at the naked Willow who was folding her dress. "Go on, tell him, love." She smile at her man, gave him a nudge. But he shook his head. So Audrey smiled and explained, loudly. "He gets off on the humiliation. Being told he's not up to it." Willow gave Audrey her dress for safe-keeping. Newman lurked near them close enough to observe but out of the action.

Somehow in stripping off and dealing with the Meeks, Willow had nudged the guy who was fucking in front of them. "Hey," he called out at the interruption to his work. Then he noticed Willow's state. "Nice," he commented as he changed his demeanour.

Willow looked down at him. "You're doing a good job," she smiled. The woman on her knees grunted her agreement.

The guy was near enough to run a hand up Willow's bare thigh as he kept up his rhythm. Willow let that hand go right up her thigh, right up between her legs. All the time she stared hard at Mr Meek. "I don't know if you're capable," she challenged.

The guy looked over at Mr Meek who had decided it was real and had his cock out of his pants wanking it. "She's ready for it, I can tell you," the guy told the other man who was getting himself ready.

"I sure am," Willow agreed. "But you better be capable." That seemed to make the meek man harder.

Mr Meek suddenly looked worried. "Do I have to pay the extra?" he wondered. "What if someone sees?" The white wristband was quite evident. He looked around for security. He caught Newman's eye. Newman shrugged.

Willow took the new cock in her hand and pressed herself up against the worrying man. "If you don't know, I'm the organiser here. I can do what I like. So I'll waive it in your case. You'll be right." She smiled with determined control at Newman then looked back down at the cock she was tugging. "By the way, it's a nice one," she told her prey. "Now do you want me up against the bar. Or maybe on my knees like these two?" The ones near them were back at it. The woman let out a long moan, clearly she was getting it good.

"Whichever you prefer," came the meek reply.

Audrey was close enough to look Willow in the eye. "He's a gentleman," she told Willow who got down on all fours, right next to the other couple who were still going at it.

* *

Newman kept his respectful distance while Mr Meek fucked Willow. First he ran his hard cock over her bum cheeks and around her hole like he still did not believe that he had egress. Willow looked up to him and licked her lips, encouraging him. The play-acting was done. They were both turned on, for their own reasons. With an apologetic look to Audrey, Mr Meek placed his cock right at Willow's hole then slipped it in.

"Yeeessssss!!" Willow cried. For whatever reason his first thrust felt as good in her bottom as any anal previously had. She did not care why, she just wanted it to continue like that. "Mooorrrre!" she demanded. Mr Meek finding no resistance complied, almost fully embedding himself in her warm tunnel. To their mutual pleasure, he quickly found his rhythm.

There, on her knees, Willow encouraged the older man with moans, grunts and cries of encouragement. All the while Newman stood there with his arms crossed, looking disinterested like he was waiting for the washing to finish or something. Audrey moved close to the copulating couple where she could clearly see what her husband was doing to Willow and offering advice to him. "Go in harder, Henry," she urged. "Really give it to her!" It was hard to work out what her game was. Not that Henry or Willow cared. They were totally embroiled in each other, all that mattered. It was a question now of how long Henry would last.

To no surprise, Henry came copiously as Willow thrust back then held herself steady to accommodate him. Audrey smiled at her man and gave him a gentle, short kiss on the mouth. A sort of acceptance that she was okay with what her husband had done.

Henry stayed inside Willow, still for a moment. Then he slipped out. "Time to get you sorted out," Audrey smiled. The happy couple put their arms around each other as they made their way off, presumably out and home.

Newman stayed with Willow as she slid back into her little black dress. "You were putting that on," he stated. "It was a performance."

Willow gave him a look. "No, he was actually quite good. And he's not the first I've had tonight, so I do have gauge."

The Meeks reappeared from wherever they had been heading after the act. Audrey spoke up. "Thank you," she told Willow, "it would not have been very polite of us to leave without showing our gratitude."

Willow smiled, almost curtseyed. "There was no need to. I think I got thanks enough from Henry's performance." She smiled at Henry who had reverted to type, trying to avoid Willow, so she looked sharply at Audrey. "Now, how about you?"

"Not me," Audrey backed off. "I'm a one man woman, if you know what I mean." She gripped Henry as if her intent was not obvious.

They left again, and Willow turned to Newman. "You see, you just have to be nice." Newman grunted. That did not seem like the story he wanted to write. Willow chose to ignore whatever Newman was radiating and looked around to see what was developing. "I wonder how Crystal's story is progressing?" she reminded him.

* *

Josie took a moment to rest at the bar along with Maggie, flopping against it dramatically like she was completely worn out. But still she looked around to see if she could find anything notable happening. Or whether there was anything or anyone that she would like to get involved with. She stopped, her eyes wide. "Look," she cried at Maggie, "Zumba is still fucking Crystal."

Maggie shook her head. "What parent calls their boy 'Zumba'?"

Josie stared at her companion. "It's not his real name," she smirked.

Maggie looked into space, like she always knew that. Then she stared over to the area where the performance was on. Her eyes widened too. How did he manage it? But she tamped it down to respond to Josie. "Figures," she mused. "But that is some impressive feat."

"Come on," Josie urged as she stood up. Maggie followed her over to where Zumba had the reporter bent over a table his cock firmly up her bottom. "That's impressive," Josie told Zumba. "Is she still enjoying it? Are you?"

Crystal was totally in her own world of pure imagination. Zumba was grinning as he pounded away. He realised. "We've only just got back to it." He laughed raucously. "You thought? Come on, even this man can't last this long."

Josie and Maggie shook their heads, noticing that their interruption had brought Crystal back towards their reality. "He's good. When he asked me to go again..." She trailed off.

Then Armand appeared also. "I was wondering where our fair reporter had got to," he smiled.

Maggie looked at Armand. "Fair reporter? Really?"

Armand ran his fingers through Crystal's blonde hair. "Well, she's fair and she's a reporter. I don't mean any insult. In fact..." Armand unsheathed his cock and looked over at Zumba. The doorman screwed up his face as continued fucking Crystal, wondering what Armand was getting up to. What did Armand want?

"That seems like fun," Armand suggested to Zumba as he played with the back of Crystal's neck.

Crystal looked up, coming right out of her daze. "He's good. But I liked you too," she told Armand as she grabbed his cock which he had thoughtfully placed within her easy reach.

"Uh huh," Zumba realised as he pulled out of Crystal's arse.

Armand moved behind the reporter. "I hope you don't mind, but you liked it hard and fast the first time," he suggested to her. She moaned in appreciation as the bar manager took Zumba's place. He soon picked up quite a rhythm. Josie made to console Zumba. The two of them, together with Maggie stood close, interested to see what would happen next. All three of them were thinking 'where is Elana?' and wondering what would happen if she came over their way. Looking around, they could not see her. That got Maggie worried about what Elana could be up to and what that might mean if Armand found out. But his mind was elsewhere, not far from his cock.

Armand was fucking Crystal with some vigour. But he was holding back. And unlike Zumba he was keeping Crystal in the here and now. "How do you like my cock up your arse?" he asked the journalist, clear enough that their small audience could hear him.

"That's nice," Crystal reported back. "Keep doing that. Like that."

Armand looked around at his staff to confirm that they heard her reply. "I can," he answered in a measured manner, "I can keep this up if that's what you want." He was clearly enjoying himself taking the woman who thought that she could outsmart The Back Bar, get in and observe, get her story and all that meant. It was time to get to business. "So what sort of story are you planning to write?" Armand asked the reporter.

Crystal was in the world. "What sort of story do you think I will write?" as she moved her hips around to toy just that little with Armand.

"I'd like to think you would write about your experiences," Armand suggested. The others were paying close attention.

Crystal looked back at Armand as he thrust into her. "And why would I do that?" she asked, calculating what she could do. The story was not going to be 'how I let a bunch of men fuck me up the arse in my skimpy netball skirt.' She came here to observe other people's goings on. They were the story, not her. She started to have doubts.

Armand did not have doubts. "You would want to write about anal sex and why you do it," he suggested, as he leant back from her, his cock only just still inside her.

"I'm not the story," Crystal complained.

Armand thrust right into Crystal, his crotch now against her thighs with his entire cock buried in her. He held that position, as he bent over her to get the message straight into her ear. "We have the footage," he hissed.

There was footage. Of course there was footage. That was a game changer. And Crystal knew it.

* *

Elana was on the dance floor. She had shed her short skirt, now only her loose blouse covered her front and her butt in a kind of peek-a-boo way. A youngish looking guy with his shirt out of his pants, showing that he carried a bit of weight, definitely chubby, definitely not a chiselled Adonis like Elana's boyfriend Armand, this confident happy guy danced up to her, the way that you do in a nightclub. It had happened to her thousands of times. Although not when she was bare from the waist down, in The Back Bar.

"You look up for it," the chubby guy told Elana making sure to flash his black wristband at her. "Interested?"

Elena sighed. At least blokes were more straightforward here. Since everyone knew what they were here for. But no, he was not her type. "My boyfriend's the bar manager," she replied. "You wouldn't want to upset him."

Except that was precisely what Elana wanted to do. Except not surprisingly, the guy saw her response as a rebuff and backed away.

Maggie sidled up to Elana before she could try to hook another man. "What are you up to?" Maggie hissed.

Elana grinned widely. "Just having some fun. Just like someone else in here. Let's pretend that I have a boyfriend here eagerly fucking some other female up the arse. Who thinks it's part of his job. Sometimes it's harder than you think." She tried to look sad after that revelation.

Maggie nodded. But she was trying to keep the lid on Armand and Elana. "I know." She did, since she still had not had enough men up her arse yet. "But what do you think Armand is going to say when he finds out?"

Elana looked hard at the other woman. "I could have gone to any bar and picked up a guy, done whatever I want with him, and he would be none the wiser. Why do you think I should be concerned especially given what he is up to at the moment?" She nudged Maggie to look over to the tables near the bar.

Once again, Maggie could easily see what Armand was doing to Crystal. "It's her again," Maggie stammered, trying to work out how best to appear to be on Elana's side, at least for the moment.

"Yes, it's her," Elana agreed dryly. "You would almost think that he has a thing for her."

Maggie nodded, conceding that point. Then she looked around the dance floor. "That guy in the leggings with his cock hanging out." She pointed. "Let's see if he's more interested in your arse or mine."

Elana smiled dangerously. "No contest," she retorted, and marched over towards their victim who was clearly already getting hard with anticipation at what was likely to transpire in the next minutes, to judge by the determination on Elana's face.

Well, Maggie reasoned, at least this evens the score. Sort of. Well, she started her thoughts again, let the fallout settle where it lies. She glanced over to where she had directed Elana. Wow, that was quick. Elana stood up, bent only a little forward with the leggings guy connecting behind her and clearly reaching the right parts. Elana had her mouth open in an O, her eyes closed shut as she enjoyed her experience in that odd position that was obviously working for her. And for him.

Maggie noted it as one that she should try.

* *

The night was winding down. Maggie nudged Willow. "Look who's just come in," she laughed.

Willow looked in the direction that Maggie had indicated, the discrete entrance from the front bar. The barmaid who tended the public bars until closing time with a celebrated disdain, well she was in The Back Bar, strolling in front of the bar, feigning her usual 'above it all' disinterest attitude. She was ignoring Roger the barman who was cleaning behind the bar, getting everything in order.

"I'm not sure I even know her name," Maggie admitted.

"I think it's Clara," Willow suggested, "but I'm not sure."

"It's Lila," Maggie snorted, prompted into remembering. She nudged Willow. "I don't know who Clara is. Let's watch, see what she's up to."

The thing is that there weren't too many folk left in the room for staffies. Armand was banging Elana and Josie and Zumba were also at it. Another couple who had stayed were a way off, chatting together on the sofa. Maggie and Willow were waiting to see if Roger the barman was interested in Lila, given the otherwise lack of available male talent. It must have been a good night. The rest of the males had spent themselves earlier and had departed, apparently satisfied with their exploits, no remaining desires for further bottoms after getting their fill.

Crystal and Newman were not around. Maggie and Willow had watched Crystal storm out telling Newman he could follow if he wanted to. She had got upset about something, quite likely Armand's suggestion, once she had time to think about it. She was not going to write about her own adventures in arse fucking. And Newman better keep his observations to himself.

Maggie and Willow watched Lila slowly walk the length of the bar noting that she kept one eye on the barman who was drying glasses and placing them carefully in their places. He was either oblivious of Lila or cleverly ignoring her. She was not giving up however, rapping her fingers on the bar to get his attention.

Roger half looked up at Lila, still most concentrating on closing the bar up and organising everything. "Anything I can get you?" he asked, automatically.

"How about a bottomless fuck?" she replied, deadpan.

"I'm afraid..." Roger started before realising it wasn't a cocktail. He glanced at the lurking woman. "Sorry, I'm a bit fucked out," he tried. "They've had me going all night."

"Not even for this?" Lila teased. She loosened her tie, undid a few buttons of her blouse. Roger genuinely looked tired. But Lila was on a mission, to satisfy her own needs. She undid the belt and let her trousers fall to the floor. Her underpants quickly followed. She smiled at Roger who was now about three-quarters looking at her. "Oops," she smiled.

Roger shrugged. "Try them," he suggested, pointing to the couple chatting on the sofa. "Really," he apologised. He gave her the once over, hinting that he liked what he saw. But. "Some other time..." he trailed off.

Lila trailed off too, but in her case it was towards the couple on the sofa. They were sitting just far enough from each other that she could force herself between them, wedging herself in by pushing her bare thighs at either of them in turn until she was pressed up between them.

"Sorry," the man said, not apologising, "but we were talking."

Lila checked him out, decided she liked what she saw and smiled. "Yeah, but you weren't fucking. How about I get you hard, get you in my bottom, and you can keep talking while you do me."

The woman puffed up. "Sorry, but we haven't been introduced."

Lila played up to that. "You don't know each other? Fred, this is Wilma. Wilma, this is Fred."

"We don't know who you are," the woman tried with as much self-control as she could muster.

Lila looked aghast. "People actually try to get to know each other before getting into what they came here for? Interesting. I just looked over and saw this good looking guy -- that's you, by the way, and I thought, well surely he would be up to it. You are up to it, aren't you? I mean, you know the point of this place, don't you." Lila grabbed his crotch and looked at the woman. "He's up to it," she confirmed. "I mean, it's not like I want to have his babies. Which isn't going to be possible anyway, based on where he's going to put it."

The woman looked shocked. Her response was assisted by Lila splaying her legs wide, leaning over the woman so that she was completely exposed to her. Lila managed to stick a finger up her arse. "You wouldn't mind helping out?" she asked the woman.

"What? How?" the woman asked her, taken by surprise.

Lila poked her finger in and out of her bum. "What would really turn me on would be if you stuck a finger up there with mine." She smiled hopefully at her victim who was kind of trapped under Lila's leg but still had two free hands.

"Um," the woman replied. Lila took the woman's hand in her free one and gently placed it near where she had entered her own arse. The woman gave up and took it on herself to place a finger tip at Lila's entrance just touching Lila's embedded finger. Lila smiled at her and subtly pressed her bum closer to the tentative finger. The woman sighed like 'oh, okay' and slid her finger in.

Lila groaned, having got up that next level. The man pinned on her other side coughed politely. "Oh sorry," Lila looked over to him. "I almost forgot you. But I can take another finger up there.

The man smiled and licked his index finger, then leaned down out of her vision. Lila smiled so wild at the sensation of three fingers of three people feeling inside her behind. "God, this is so good I might even pass up on the act," she laughed. "Fred, would you mind?"

The man she called Fred gave her a hang-dog look. "Oh all right then," Lila decided, "why don't you have a go at it then." She turned back to the woman. "Wilma, you don't mind if Fred gives it to me there?"

The woman had been forced to be a participant, and she knew it. She could not possibly complain if that was what her man wanted. And he was already unbuckling his pants in compliance. She would be taking his cock and placing it at Lila's entrance, sitting there close as he fucked this intruder up the arse.

* *

Josie woke with a start. Where was she? All was darkness. She sensed that wherever she was, it was not her bed. Then she realised that there was a warm body next to her. She was bare from the waist down, that was a concern, what had she been doing? Her arse felt a little sensitive. Her pussy felt like she had had a good fucking. But who? And where? She sat up and looked around to find anything to help her work out what she had done and where she was.

It took her a moment to work out that she had fallen asleep on a lounge in The Back Bar. A couple of glowing liquor logos she could now see behind the bar confirmed that. Still feeling sensitive, she pressed her fingers around her bottom hole. It was soft and lubricated. Whatever happened was good.

Her next concern was to work out who was on the lounge there with her, softly snoring. It would be good if it was Zumba. After all, they were virtually having a relationship. Kind of, neither of them would admit it. But spending the night together -- that would be a sign.

In the dark, she ran a hand down the side of the lightly snoring male -- she confirmed it was a male -- who had an arm possessively slung over her. She realised that it was not Zumba. In the dark, Josie sensed that he was a different shape, a different smell. So who? The man was completely naked. That was interesting.

Josie gently grasped the man's penis which had been suck against her thigh. It was soft and greasy. She decided that he had been inside someone's bottom, maybe hers, maybe not. Well, probably hers. He did not respond in any way to her stroking. Neither did he get hard nor did he stir, get anywhere near waking up. Well now, what was the girl to do?

Josie thought about her options. One sensible thing to do would be to stay there pinned until morning then find her clothes and make her way home. Another sensible thing would be to immediately get free of this stranger who may or may not have fucked her and get out of the place and go home before he tried anything else.

And options that were not sensible? Josie gently lifted the man's arm off, swung herself around to where she was facing the man's cock. Well, why not? She took him in her mouth and very soon achieved two things, one being that he was hard enough to be of interest to her, and the other was that he had stirred, he was half awake.

She took him out of her mouth for a moment to introduce herself to him. "Hi, I'm Josie. I hope that you don't mind."

The man grunted as he came to terms with the manner of his waking. He stroked her hair as she went back down on him. "Nice to meet you, Josie," he replied with a waking rough edge to his voice. "Thank you for that."

Josie took his cock out and stroked it. "Oh this is just so I can get some use out of you."

"Ah," he said, like that all made perfect sense in his life. "I can guess at what sort of use." They were, after all, in The Back Bar.

"I think you're almost ready," Josie noted holding his cock around the head as if checking that was primed for what she had planned. And that plan went straight into action. She pivoted around so she was astride the man. A bit of fiddling with her hand and he was inside her butt.

"Yes," Josie oozed, sliding up and down on the man. She knew what she was doing and soon had him completely hard. "Yes," she cooed again. They fucked vigorously under Josie's control for a moment. She halted for a moment. "Did I fuck you earlier?" she asked, studying his face closely.

"Not likely," he grunted. "I didn't fuck anyone." He held up his wrist which visible in the gloom was bound in white.

That got Josie interested. "How did you lose your clothes?" she queried.

That played to the man's worry. "I don't know. Hopefully I can find them somewhere here."

While she bounced on him, her arse being well looked after, Josie showed some concern. "I hope so." Then she pressed down hard, taking him fully up her arse, and she got serious. "But there's only one thing that matters at the moment," she warned.

"What's that?" the man worried.

Josie was quite determined. "That you make me cum." Clearly she was working on that too, it would not just be up to him.

Nonetheless, he thrust into her. "I'll try," he promised solemnly. Newman got absorbed in the moment. Remembering suddenly that Crystal had left, dashed out before he could follow her. He had hung around for a while. In the background, watching, that was his job. Until he fell asleep, exhausted. But at this moment, he truly did only want to make Josie cum. Finding his clothes and getting home and following up Crystal, that could wait.

Josie groaned. He was doing something right. In fact he was doing a lot of things right.