The Blue Boy Bar Ch. 06

Welcome back, dear reader! It is good to see you again, and thank you for your patience and enthusiasm for this fun and sexy story! As you can see, this chapter is long... and yet it only documents the first half of Karlee's Friday night adventures inside the sensuous club she's been eyeing since Chapter 01.

When we last encountered our pansexual protagonists, Karlee had just entered the Blue Boy Bar in the company of Bill the thick-dicked biker and his busty blonde bombshell of a wife, Betty. The three had met part of a bridal party on the club's patio (Carol, Livi, and Lana) because, of course, ladies' night at the Blue Boy Bar is the perfect illicit setting for a bachelorette blowout before a wedding. Meanwhile, Karlee's butt-slutty boyfriend continues to get his hungry boi-pussy plowed by the experienced and insatiable former marine Frank, the manager of the Rosada Inn.

This chapter contains multiple scenes of recurring M/m (because, of course, Tommy is getting turned out by Frank while Karlee explores the bar). It also includes a lot of F/f flirtation, some very public M/m exhibitionism, M/F, a triple team F/F/F on M scene, and an F/F scene accompanied by a voyeuristic solo F masturbatory experience that gets some very needed T/f assistance.

As ever, if this isn't your thing, no hard feelings. We'll catch you later. If it is, then we hope that you thoroughly enjoy the expanding erotic adventures taking place inside the Blue Boy Bar and the Rosada Inn.

One last thing before we begin: This world can so often be cruel, corrupt, and callous. We hope that this enjoyable tale functions as a reprieve from such things, and, perhaps, that it helps function as a celebration of freedom and love in a time when such things are too often in short supply. As you lose yourself for a brief time in the narrative, we hope that it helps you feel some of the joy of humanity that we all have a right to explore and treasure. May Karlee's and Tommy's adventures bring a smile to your face and a vibrant pulse to your heart.

Let's see what our gorgeous little sexpots are up to, then....

.......

Tommy couldn't think.

Tommy didn't want to think.

His perception was a mess of blurred sensory input being drowned out by one big beautiful intruding pleasure.

All his eyes could see were tousled sheets and the curve of pillows bathed in a deep distant blue. He could smell the sweet mustiness of a motel bed. He could smell his own sheen of sex-induced sweat. He could smell the sweet cedar of a cologne that the subconscious parts of his brain were very quickly associating with mind-numblingly good anal intercourse.

The boy was face down and ass up in the bed of room three-sixty-nine of the Rosada Inn. Large firm hands gripped his hips. A stiff eager penis was plowing his tight and pliant boyhole with that vigor earlier promised down in the motel's lobby. Frank, the motel manager and former marine, was making good on his flirtatious promises. The seasoned top was expertly turning sexy young Tommy out.

"Mmmm. Fuck, you feel so good around my cock, Cutie," the man purred.

Although Tommy's face was pressed into the crumbled sheets, his puffy lips broke out into an involuntary grin. That cock felt so good pushing in and out of him.

His asshole flexed a little at the words of approbation.

Frank noticed. "Mmmmm, yeah, Cutie. You like this, don't you?"

Tommy nodded against the mattress. "Uh-hhughhh."

Frank pulled Tommy's hips up against his own and ground his pelvis deep into the boy.

"OhfuggggggggFrannkkkkksogoodddddoddddd," mumbled Tommy, unable to form cogent verbal communication while being anally stimulated.

"Mmmm, I love how I can make you slur your words," grinned the rutting bald man. "It's so sexy." He pulsated his pelvis with little sharp thrusts deep inside the bottomed boy. "You're so sexy. So very sexy, Cutie."

Tommy groaned. Each little swift thrust struck the wall of his rectum with delightful little electric shocks. "Ohfugggmyassshle," he mumbled into the sheets.

"Mmmmm, yeah." Frank let his hands slip from Tommy's hips and roam all over the boy's curvy backside. "Your asshole. This whole ass." His deep voice rumbled with triumphant desire. Before tonight, this sexy little minx of a boy had been straight. Entirely straight. Now?

Frank lifted himself up a bit higher and leaned forward, pressing his weight down into Tommy's cock-stuffed butt.

Tommy's fingers gripped at the sheets. "Aaaaaggggooooooouugghh!" he moaned.

"Yeah, that's it, Cutie. Moan for my cock." The man lifted his pelvis just a bit and pressed it back through the slutty lad's dilated starfish.

"Uuuuuughhhh!" Tommy complied.

"Yeah, that's such a good Cutie," Frank purred.

The boy was definitely not straight anymore.

"We're gonna have so much fun, Cutie," the man assured Tommy. "Tonight." He pulled back and thrust again into the boy's bottom. "More nights." He did it again. "Lots of nights." And again. The man leered in the blue darkness. "This ass is in for a heap of trouble."

"Ohfuuuugggg," Tommy was powerless to object. This kind of trouble was intoxicating.

"In fact," grinned Frank. "That girlfriend of yours is going to get into some trouble of her own tonight."

Girlfriend. Tommy had a girlfriend. Even though he was in the middle of getting slut-trained as a submissive cock-hungry bottom, his mind immediately conjured that magical smile of his busty brunette love. "Krrleeee," he purred.

"That's right." Frank leaned forward harder, forcing his weight down onto the dick-drunk boy. Tommy's knees spread. His body was forced prone onto the mess of sheets. Frank wrapped his arms up under Tommy's chin and pulled the boy's face off the mattress. "Would you like that?" He didn't wait for an answer. He wasn't trying to argue with the boy. He merely wanted to continue implanting in the boy's mind the permission structure for his girlfriend to play. Frank, of course, was not interested in Karlee in any heterosexual way, but Tommy's adventurous girlfriend would interest plenty of people, he knew, including some quite close to him.

Friends of his. Family of his.

Frank pulled up and then drove his dick back into the boy.

"Can you imagine what sorts of adventures await your pretty girl, Cutie?" He pulled up and drove back down again.

"Uuughaaa."

"And I'll admit that I'm not being entirely selfless." The man pushed his dick deeper into the boy.

"Uuuggghaaaaaaa."

"The more your girl stays to play around here, the more you will." Frank leaned in close to Tommy's ear and began to bounce his weight into the boy's slutty butt. "And I, for one, don't want to stop playing with you any time soon."

"Aaaaaggguuuuuuoooo!" wailed the boy pinned beneath the former marine.

"This buttery pussy of yours is addictive." He fucked the boy harder.

"AaaaagghfugggggggFrannnnnk!"

"Now open up nice and wide like a good little slutboy. I'm going to piledrive the fuck out of you for a while."

"Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhh!" And as Frank made good on his sexy threat, Tommy's screams of pleasure wafted out the open door of room three-sixty-nine and into the purple night. There, like steamy dew, they mingled in the heavy evening with the thumping rhythms rising from the Blue Boy Bar next door. It was almost as though Tommy's moans had unconsciously reached out into the mystical moist night air where they'd found some hint of Karlee's. The two sounds rubbed against one another for a long moment like sightless lovers' fingers. The rhythm subsided momentarily, as though in the interlude between songs that a DJ might play. It pulled back inside the sex club, and swallowed the wet lingering presence of the busty brunette girl as into the folds of taboo.

The night was warm and thick, and while in room three-sixty-nine it taught the butt-stuffed Tommy new parameters of anal pleasure, at the same time his girlfriend descended naively into the bowels of her own heart-pounding erotic odyssey.

.......

Karlee had expected, if she had thought about it, to step directly through the exterior door of the Blue Boy Bar onto a raucous dance floor. Perhaps it would be teeming with half-naked bodies gyrating under strobe lights to the beats dropped by that DJ Jamie she'd heard spinning tracks and eliciting laughs through the club's cracked back door earlier in the evening.

The music inside was certainly much louder than outside, but Karlee found herself in a long hallway rather than on a dance floor. The overhead light fixtures had been fitted with blue bulbs, and the effect made the buxom brunette feel as though she'd either stepped into an underwater aquarium or into a beautiful alien world of sensuality.

Under the blue lighting, her perception of everything felt softer, dreamlike, more tactile perhaps. The walls of the hallway to either side of her appeared black, but perhaps that was merely an optical effect. Those seemingly sable walls extending straight ahead from the doorway she'd just passed through were decorated with frames and shadowboxes containing a variety of posters, photos, and erotic objects.

To her immediate left, one displayed an advertising poster of a beautiful black drag queen in full regalia, head thrown back, mouth open, singing into a microphone with gusto. "The Magnificent Magdalene!" declared the headline below the picture, with the date of a performance here at the Blue Boy Bar about a year previous.

On the opposite wall to Karlee's right hung a shadowbox containing what appeared to be a corset, a harness, and an intriguingly ribbed dildo. There was a card in the shadowbox as well, presumably articulating the importance of this particular regalia, but Karlee would have had to actively move nearer to read it. The type was too small to make out at a cursory glance.

A little further on the left, the beautiful girl saw a collage of photos taken inside a cantina... presumably this one. The subjects of the photos were invariably happy: raising glasses, sharing kisses, and beaming from ear to ear. Several wore clubbing clothes: button-downs open to the chest or little black dresses. Others wore risque outfits of leather or lace that evoked an air of bondage, sexual submission, or soft sensuality. Apparently the dress code here at the Blue Boy Bar was of the less-is-more persuasion. Perhaps the brunette's choice of a kind of cowgirl costume for the night wasn't too far off the mark after all.

Karlee recognized a few people in the photos. One was the rascally bartender, Bruno, that had fucked his boss's kid brother behind the bar a week ago on the night Karlee had first brought her beautiful boyfriend, Tommy, to the Rosada Inn next door. She recognized his grin both from that night and from their brief silent staredown an hour before. Karlee had emerged onto the third floor balcony of the motel where she'd just left her boyfriend getting turned out for the first time by a gay top: Frank the former marine and manager of the motel. Bruno had been behind the bar, below, apparently on a brief break from bartending. In an act of impetuous sexual defiance, Karlee had tugged down her own shorts and demonstrably inserted Tommy's buttplug into her own rectum while Bruno had watched. The man laughed. The man was clearly gay. The man was impressed with her bravado. The man also clearly would insert his substantial penis into her boyfriend's anus at the first opportunity.

Arranging such a thing... or at least sussing out the possibility for such a throwdown... was partly the motivation for Karlee's interest in coming to the Blue Boy Bar tonight. She'd arranged to get her boyfriend good and fucked once. The thought of further adventures for him and with him was intensely arousing to the busty brown-haired beauty.

One other figure in the photo collage on the left of the entrance hall grabbed Karlee's attention. Several of the photos included a large, broad-shouldered and colossally-chested woman with dusky skin and black hair streaked with blue. She seemed to be integral to the action in several of the photos. Other people gathered around her. Some clung to her. Some leaned in to smile beside her. A few pretended to swoon in her presence. Karlee recognized the woman: it was Mandy, the owner and operator of this very establishment.

Mandy.

Karlee involuntarily sucked in a breath.

Mandy and Karlee had spoken precisely twice. On both occasions, Karlee had been standing on the third floor balcony outside room three-sixty-nine and Mandy had been below outside the club she owned and operated. The first time, Mandy had watched Karlee fingering her boyfriend's asshole. The second time, Karlee had been entirely nude, with her girlish curves on full display. It was on this second occasion that Mandy had extended a standing invite for Karlee to come to the Blue Boy Bar.

What was it about this woman? Karlee had tried all week not to think about her... tried and failed. Was it her size? Judging from the photo collage on the wall, the woman was absolutely commanding of presence. Was it that she was the boss here? The ringmistress, so to speak, of this circus of alcohol-fueled debauchery? On that first night, Karlee had watched Bruno absolutely deep-dick the fuck out of a young man who turned out to be his boss's kid brother... and then had watched Mandy, emerging from her club, assert immediate authority over that master topsman in her employ. The patrons had seemed to both love and fear her.

Was that it? The combination of adoration and trepidation? Those words could certainly describe her own complicated feelings about coming here tonight. How big was Mandy? Would she tower over Karlee? Why was that image intriguing in her mind? And why did it make her already dripping pussy pulsate just a bit?

Up until tonight, Karlee would have affirmed to any interlocutor that she was avowedly heterosexual. That strict identity had proven a little less certain than she had previously thought. Dana, the co-owner of the Rosada Inn, had worked her fingers into Karlee's hot snatch and brought the pleading brunette to two intense orgasms. Karlee wasn't sure yet how to process that experience, or to define how it might have altered her sense of her own sexuality.

She liked dick, though. Karlee definitely was a fan of dick. Tonight already she'd helped finish her boyfriend in her mouth (and on her face and white tank top) and had played with the thick penis of the biker, Big Bill. Mmmmmm. Thick. The man had a thick, thick cock.

Cock. See? She liked cock. She wanted cock. Her pussy craved cock. Her ass, which was currently plugged with a rubber toy, had also had a good introduction this recent week to getting its fill of good hard cock. It wanted more, too.

So why was she thinking about Mandy? It's not as though the blue-and-black haired boozeslinger had a cock, right? A big thick lady-cock to match her impressive bustiness and domineering personality, right?

What a silly idea.

But still...

Club music undulated through the walls like blue blood in a giantess's vein. It seemed to imitate, in its way, how a lusty pussy or ass might pulsate about an engorged penis... might massage the veins on a thick, meaty penis.

Karlee's imagination had a way of running away with her. A low moan escaped the girl as she thought about such a penis. The way it might look in her hand. The way it might throb inside her mouth.

"Missy!"

The voice of Big Bill broke through the din and called her from her own thoughts. She shook her head.

The lights. The music. The eroticism. They seemed to have woven together somehow. Perhaps she had been caught in a web. Perhaps she had become a thread in a larger tapestry of experience and sensuality. It felt almost like she was being hypnotized.

Oh, this place was already dangerous, she could tell. Dangerous and wonderful. She'd been inside for less than sixty seconds and already its magic spells were lulling her into cock-fixated daydreams. That was nice. Very nice.

Bill was patient, and did not call her name again. He stood a few feet in front of her with one hand gently outstretched. He had entered the building after she had, but must have passed her by a few steps while she'd examined the decor.

He stood there patiently like a boulder might amid the din of the surf on a sultry shore. Ah, the cacophonous, seductive music. The lighting like an undersea rave. The feeling of having stepped into a different world of sensual exploration. Big Bill seemed right at home here in his tight leather pants and shirtless leather vest. His blue-grey eyes seemed almost teal or turquoise in this surrealness of navy neon. Otherworldly, as well, it seemed to Karlee. Fascinating.

Ahead of him the hallway extended another twenty yards or so. Bill's gorgeous blonde wife Betty was standing at its end, as were the three bachelorette party attendees they'd met outside the bar a few minutes earlier: the silver-haired Carol, the Argentine mother-of-the-bride Livi, and the pregnant maid of honor Lana. All four women were standing in a loose semicircle around a raised table built into the wall on the hallway's right. Someone was seated at that raised table, but Karlee couldn't make much out of the person through the dark blue silhouettes of the gathered women. Behind that table another doorframe stood opposite the club's entrance. This frame, however, had no door within it. Rather the view of what lay beyond was obscured by a curtain of purple beads hanging in long rows from the top of the frame. Through them, as passing through a hundred prisms, blue and purple lights chased one another. Karlee could also hear the sounds of laughter and conversation beyond that purple curtain. That, it would seem, was the entrance to the club proper.

While there were other artifacts along the walls that she had not investigated, Karlee left them for another time. With a gentle smile, she placed her own hand demurely in Bill's larger one and let the older gentleman lead her to the end of the hallway.

"... and the bride? She having a good time?"

Karlee could hear an older woman's voice over the din of music. As in any club, conversation would require interlocutors to lean in closer and raise their voices. It was loud here in the hall. It would be louder still in the bar and on the dance floor, she surmised.

"A great time!" The Argentine accent of the short, thin Livi answered.

"Good! We aim to please!" The older woman's voice answered. "Let me know if I can please you in any other way." Karlee frowned. She must have misheard the words. Older women didn't talk like that.

Betty caught the approaching shape of Bill out of the corner of her eye. She turned and made space for her husband and the curvaceous young brunette holding his hand. The southern dame extended an arm toward Karlee, gently took her by the elbow, and pulled her into their semi-circle.

"And this is our new friend, Karlee," Betty beamed at the pretty cowgirl, as though presenting her to... to whom?

Their little group of patrons stood in a rough semi-circle. On the table in front of them, closest to the hanging doorway of beads, functional and almost perfunctory, sat a small metal cash box and a wireless credit card reader.

Closer to the wall, a trio of highball glasses huddled together as though they, too, needed to lean in to converse. Two were about a third full of melting ice and a muddle of green. The third glass had only been sipped upon. Its muddled greens floated in a bubbly ether: crushed mint leaves and a squeezed lime wedge.

Mojitos, Karlee recognized. Three mojitos, at one point.

Something seemed a little off to the busty brunette. The cash box and the credit card reader seemed obvious indications that this was the admissions table, and that here one would pay the cover charge to proceed into the main area of the Blue Boy Bar. But the three cocktails? Drinking on the job? Would Mandy allow that?

That didn't square with how Karlee had seen the owner of the Blue Boy Bar chide her bartender that first night when Bruno had snuck away from his duties to deep-dick his boss's kid brother. The boy had reminded her of Tommy, and she was hopeful that a Bruno-Tommy recreation of that behind-the-bar butt-fucking might not be outside the realm of near-future possibilities. So why the drinks here? Rocco hadn't been drinking outside. Why would the money person get to imbibe on the job?

Unless the person sitting behind this raised table wasn't "on the job" at all.

"Well, hello, new friend Karlee," that person said.

With forearms casually crossed over each other on the table, elbows firmly planted, the face of an older woman leaned forward and assessed the busty brunette in the Daisy Dukes and cum-stained white tank top.

Karlee's first reaction was surprise. To the young and naive Karlee, women of Dana's age, or Betty's perhaps, occupied the upper limit of the sexually-exploratory. And, if she'd thought about it ahead of time, Karlee would have guessed that most of the employees here would have been gay, or perhaps bisexual, men. This was the Blue Boy Bar, after all. Rocco out front, all muscle and leather, made sense.

This... this woman made less sense to Karlee. The young brunette would have pegged the woman to be in her late sixties. Maybe early seventies. Small. Thin. Almost of a comparable body type with Livi, who stood before the table with her pregnant daughter and silver-haired friend.

The woman behind the table tilted her head. White hair, Karlee could tell, but in the deep blue light of the club's foyer, it read as almost periwinkle. Flouncy. Above the ears. Bare neck. Wrinkles that spoke of wisdom and experience, yes, but worn with pride and power. Very lean and muscular for her unapologetic years. A pair of piercing brown eyes that had not lost one iota of their lucidity. That gaze conveyed almost frightening competence. It was the kind to let you know you'd been sized up.

Maybe such a formidable figure really was an appropriate guardian of these gates of pleasure and promiscuity. Her demeanor certainly conveyed that she was not one to suffer fools. She'd probably seen a thing or two in her time, and maybe Karlee should check her prejudices here at the beaded doorway.

Maybe that was part of the message. Preconceptions had no place here.

Those strict brown eyes roamed over Karlee's physique. That made sense. The sphinx riddled those who sought entrance to Thebes, and this woman seemed as ready as any harpy or gorgon to protect this sexual citadel.

Her eyes, though, didn't seem to just threat-assess curvy young Karlee. They lingered on the bounce of the brunette's hair, on the long lines where her neck and collarbones met, on the wide supple curves of the girl's breasts and the protrusions of her nipples through the thin white fabric. The eyes roamed lower over the girl's flat belly, over the span of her hips filling out the tiny denim shorts that Dana had rolled her fingers into earlier that evening. They tiptoed down Karlee's bare legs to her boots and back up.

"Cowgirl, eh?" The woman nodded. "I like it. Classic."

"Um, thank you." Karlee felt a little like she'd just been called into the vice-principal's office and escaped a possible suspension from school.

The older woman sat back in her chair and uncrossed her arms. The movement revealed that she wore a t-shirt with a band insignia on it. Karlee could see what appeared to be a play on the image of a drum set. A pair of crash cymbals mimicked the symmetry of bright brass breasts and, below and between them, as though in the proportional place a woman's crotch might reside in relation to them, a bass drum whose face was adorned with a pair of odd vertical parentheses. No, not parentheses. A vagina. It was a cartoon depiction of a wet pink vagina on the bass drum. Across the top of the older woman's shirt, in sharp gold and pink letters, read the band name "ROSIE AND THE RUGMUNCHERS."

"Hannah Webb," the woman gave a sharp nod of her chin upward, in that way the young at heart might acknowledge a new acquaintance. Hannah. Hannah. Something in Karlee's head tried to chew over that bit of information. Did she know that name? Hadn't she heard it sometime tonight? Was she supposed to know this woman?

"Hi," Karlee demurred. "Pleased to meet you."

"The pleasure will be... well...." Hannah smiled in a way that made Karlee slightly uncomfortable. Weren't older women supposed to be soft and sweet? This one seemed hard as weathered rope and just as world-wise.

The way the neon light of the foyer made her white hair glow lavender was perhaps an indicator that there was something more playful, more edgy... more sensual even... about this woman than the uninitiated might expect from her age.

"So are you with Bill or Betty tonight?" The woman's voice had a touch of raspiness to it, but the question came across as somewhat playful. Karlee knew that Bill and Betty were a married couple, and she'd learned tonight that they'd been high school sweethearts. If they really were, as indicated, regulars here at the Blue Boy Bar, then this cover-charging older woman would know that.

Karlee looked to Betty. The blonde bombshell was grinning at her. The girl turned to see Bill's reaction to the woman's query. He, too, was all smiles.

It suddenly dawned on Karlee that the woman might be asking about her sexual orientation. Was she here as Bill's date or as Betty's?

"Oh!" How was she to answer that? "Um... I...." She blushed and her voice trailed off without an answer.

"Aw, that's adorable," the white-haired woman smirked.

"I... um... have a boyfriend," Karlee offered weakly.

"And yet you're here." The woman's brown eyes bored into Karlee's, as though she knew things about the girl that the brunette had not yet learned.

"She is," Betty interjected. "Dana asked us to show her the ropes."

Hannah's smile grew practically devilish. "Did she now?"

Betty nodded and turned to Karlee. "What was it Dana asked you to do here?" she prompted. Betty, of course, knew. This inquiry had to be for the benefit of this strange white-haired woman here inside the foyer of the Blue Boy Bar.

Karlee's eyes grew wide as her mind raced through the finger-tastic experience the Asian lesbian had given her at the bottom of the north stairwell of the Rosada Inn. What was it the woman had asked her to do?

Cum. She remembered that much. The woman had told her to cum. Twice.

And she had. Essentially on command. With a domineering woman she'd only just met rubbing her g-spot with practiced expertise.

It had been humiliating. It had been exhilarating. Her nipples hardened, remembering how they'd been mauled by the wry and cocky lesbian. Her pussy pulsed at the recollection of those trim feminine fingers inside it, massaging it, playing on the sensitive vaginal nerves like a Strativarius in the hands of a master violinist. Why had that been her reaction? Her body didn't seem to care why. It was good. It had felt so damn good.

"Oh fuck," Karlee's eyes glazed over a bit and she bit her lip.

Betty's breasts rose and fell. She could practically feel the arousal radiating from the busty young brunette. The girl at her side was oozing fuck-me vibes again, and the older blonde could practically feel the heat on her own skin.

The cover-charge woman in the "Rosie And The Rugmunchers" t-shirt seemed to notice it too. She raised an eyebrow and a corner of her thin lip. The other three women in the blue foyer also seemed to catch a whiff of their new companion's heightened arousal, especially the wiry Argentine Livi.

"Missy?"

Bill, standing behind Karlee, had not seen the girl's physical reaction to the query. He seemed to simply be prompting her to be polite.

"Missy?"

The vivid remembrance of being woman-handled, titties and clitty and all, gave way in Karlee's consciousness to her current surreal blue surroundings.

"Missy?" he asked again, oblivious to the glare of disapproval that the white-haired woman shot him.

"Um... oh yeah." Karlee shook her lovely head a little and tried to remember. What had Dana asked her to do? "To... to give her love to her wife? I'm not quite sure what that meant."

The white-haired woman looked Karlee down and up again, and then down and up a third time. Then she shared a long knowing look with Betty. The southern maven bit her lip again and nodded.

"Well, then," Hannah finally said, "We'll keep an eye out for her, won't we?"

"Um, okay." Karlee didn't quite understand, not having put the pieces together yet.

"You gonna keep an eye out for this sexy lady's hot wife too?" The white-haired woman directed this question to the three members of the bridal party.

Lana scowled just a tad. "Actually, a hotwife would mean...."

"I know what a hotwife is," Hannah deadpanned, holding her arms out for the pregnant girl to read her t-shirt. The shades of lavender in her white hair offset the sudden shades of red that blushed forth on Lana's cheeks.

Smiling triumphantly, the old woman offered her own prophecy to the pregnant blonde. "There'll be at least one or two more around here after tonight, you can be sure."

"Oh." Lana didn't seem to quite know what to make of that. She wasn't a wife, after all. Was this a threat? If so, why was it only half menacing?

Livi, however, grinned like she was in on a joke that Karlee didn't know the punchline to. "I'll help find her." The woman behind the desk tilted her head. "The wife," Livi offered. "If she wants."

The white-haired woman looked Livi over again. "Will you now?" The older woman certainly knew how to throw some ominous gravitas into her smile.

Livi glanced from the woman at the table to Betty and back again. "I'm game."

The white-haired woman looked to Betty and raised an eyebrow. The bombshell blonde shrugged her acquiescence.

"Alright, then." The white-haired woman seemed satisfied. "We'll, uh..." She licked her lip. "... fit you in a little later." The comment lingered in the air, feathery, slowly drifting down, as though enjoying the tease before its softness swept onto someone's skin.

The older woman reached with her left hand for the most recent mojito and her right pushed the credit card reader toward Karlee. "Well, you're the last of the lot, cowgirl. Ring in and we'll get you on your way."

"Oh! Right." Karlee fumbled with the front pocket of her tight denim shorts and produced her card. Swiping it against the little machine, she watched the little ring of light around its scanner pulsate yellow a couple of times before turning a solid green.

"You joining the bachelorette festivities?" Hannah asked of Bill and Betty.

The married couple looked at each other. They hadn't exactly been invited to.

"Oh, you must," Livi, though, was absolutely in favor of their joining.

Lana looked at her mom, seemed to half-rise to a protest, and then shrugged in acquiescence.

"You've got to meet my other daughter," Livi extended a hand and set it on Karlee's forearm, but her eyes fixed on Betty. "And then there's Kenya. And Scarlet. And Andy." Livi leaned toward Bill and giggled. "Andy'll love you."

Andy, apparently, was into big burly bears. Karlee looked the kind biker over again and nodded. She could relate.

"Um, yeah." The southern belle checked visually with her husband, who didn't seem to have any objection. "A big night for your daughter!"

Hannah stifled a grin, as though she had some inclination of just how big a night it might be.

Betty tilted her head at the older woman as though to warn her off from spoiling any surprises. Then her beaming visage turned again to the flirtatious and proud little Argentine mother. "We're gonna love celebrating with her."

"And I need a drink!" Carol howled, apparently tired of waiting at this table in the hallway.

"Don't forget cock," Lana frowned.

"How could I?" Carol shot a glance toward Bill, who smiled back.

Betty saw the exchange, rolled her eyes, and grinned. Apparently her husband would be a hot commodity tonight, even with Karlee reluctant to jump onto his cock without consulting Tommy first.

"Alright then." She locked eyes one last time with the white-haired woman, as though some silent information needed to be passed between them, and then stood aside and gestured at the adjacent doorway of hanging beads. "Lead the way, then!"

The remark didn't seem to be addressed to anyone in particular, but Livi jumped and, sliding her hand from Karlee's arm to beneath Betty's elbow, pulled the well-endowed woman with her into the beads.

Bill pressed gently with his hand against the small of Karlee's back, and the brunette followed.

"See you 'round, cowgirl," the venerable Hannah Webb smirked. Bill reached around Karlee's bare shoulder and lifted an armful of beads to let her through. Karlee smiled her appreciation and Bill beamed in response. Ah, that smile of Karlee's. As potent a weapon as ever.

Ever the gentleman, and warmed by the brunette's approval of his gallantry, Bill gestured the pregnant young Lana and the silver-haired Carol through the beads as well. Lana smiled demurely and followed Karlee. Carol let her hand swipe the front of Bill's crotch as she passed him. Turning her head slightly, she cooed, "Sorry about that. How clumsy of me."

Bill beamed. It felt nice to be wanted. Of course, that was always the point in coming to the Blue Boy Bar, wasn't it? One was always wanted here.

"You sharing tonight, Bill?" The raspy voice of the lavender-hued woman brought the man's attention back to the cover table. Hannah's piercing brown eyes met the man's.

He let go of the beads and answered. "You know me."

"I do." Hannah sat back in her chair, letting the words "Rosie And The Rugmunchers " hang prominently over her wiry torso. "The girl? Dana?"

He nodded. "Just a quickie fingerbang at the bottom of the stairs."

"And you?"

"In time," he acknowledged. "Her boyfriend's the one upstairs with Frank."

Hannah stared for a long moment, as though lost in thought. Finally, she took a deep breath. "She's cute."

Bill agreed. "She's got a plug up her ass right now." That elicited a low whistle from the older woman. "Still getting her bearings, though. Give it a night or two."

The flouncy white hair nodded slowly. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Needs to have the talk with the boyfriend."

Hannah seemed skeptical. "Even though he's getting fucked right now?"

"Oh, she's the one who arranged that. She wants him turned out."

Hannah nodded. "Well, well. She'll fit in here better than she lets on."

Bill laughed. "Yeah. She will. She'll ease in quickly, but it's gotta be at her pace."

The white-haired woman nodded. "Makes sense." She looked to the beads. "How's Betty?"

He grinned. "Up for whatever."

"You don't mind?" It seemed less a genuine inquiry into the status of Bill's marriage than a tacit nod to Hannah's intentions on his wife.

"Make her happy." His handlebar mustache broadened with genuine invitation.

"Always do," said the old woman.

Bill's smile faded a bit. "How's my girl?"

Hannah's face took up Bill's drooping smile and her eyes gave up a bit of their harshness.

"Good kid," she acknowledged. "Hard worker, s'far as I can tell."

He nodded in gratitude. "Yeah. Glad for that work ethic."

"Sexy as all fuck, too," smirked the old woman.

Bill couldn't help but grin his agreement. "That too."

"She want you here?"

"She's okay with it," he shrugged a bit. "Just so long as we don't make it a whole thing."

Hannah took a deep breath. "Well, knowing the two of you...." Her thin lips broke again into a devilish grin.

"Hey!" he pretended to be hurt. "I can be discreet."

Hannah cackled. "Discreet. Sure." She raised her mojito to her lips and took a swig. "Not sure which one of you will be fucking on the dance floor first tonight."

Bill tilted his head and thought about it. "The cowgirl needs to acclimate. I mean... that bridal party...." He brushed his hand back across his own crotch. "But that perky little one was practically eye-fucking Betty, so I'd bet on the missus."

"Well," Hannah laughed, "every girl loves to watch her mother get porked in public."

Bill grinned again. "Speaking from experience?"

"Shut up," she cackled again and pointed her right index finger at him. "Rosie can take you."

He laughed. "So? You can take me."

"And don't you forget it, biker man." She nodded. "I'll kick your ass and steal your wife."

His friendly face beamed. "That you could, my friend."

"Friend? Well, it's not like I'm sharing MY wife with YOU."

He laughed again. "No, no. Turns out she prefers cowgirl over biker man."

Hannah's eyes flitted toward the bead curtain. "Can't blame a bitch, can you?"

He let his eyes follow hers to the hanging beads and let out a sigh. "No. No, you cannot."

The old woman paused, and then asked "She into you? Cowgirl?"

He smirked. "Yeah."

The old woman cocked her head in amusement. "Well... dibs."

He shook his head with a chuckle. "Doesn't work that way."

"Well, fuck." She took another swig of her mojito and flashed her teeth at the man again. "Just when I thought I knew what the rules were."

"You make your own rules."

She lifted her glass to Bill. "The secret to my success. Don't tell anyone."

Bill lifted his fingers to his lips and demonstrably zipped them shut.

"Kinda sucks to be the only one in the family not getting any tonight," she shrugged.

He stared at her with performative incredulity.

She raised a hand in faux protest. "What?"

"Why are you even bothering to pretend?"

The white-haired woman sat back in her chair. "Because it makes me feel better about going tongue-deep in your woman before the night's out."

He laughed. "Now there's the Hannah I know."

The old woman gave the biker her warmest smile yet, almost blushing. "Stop wasting your charms on an old dyke." She pointed at him again. "I AM eating Betty out tonight."

He nodded gently. "I know."

She thought about it. "And maybe a bridesmaid or two."

"I expect no less," he beamed.

"Shut up. Stop believing in me," she laughed and laughed. "Get your horny ass on in there, you bastard, and swing that dirty dick around before we start knitting quilts together." She waved toward the beaded doorway.

He raised a pair of fingers to his brow as though to tip a non-existent hat. "Yes, ma'am." He turned and pushed through the hanging beads as the women of his party had a few minutes before. "Catch ya later, landlady."

.......

Karlee, traversing under those same beads, had heard and seen the shimmer of light and glass and plastic as though she were passing under a magical waterfall from one impossible world into an even more impossible one. The beads didn't merely hang from a narrow doorless frame between one room and the next, but continued for several feet. It was as though she and the others were passing through a whole closetful of hanging beads. The space shimmered in a dozen shades of blue and purple. The music reverberated from every glass and plastic bauble. Blue. Blue. Thumping. Crashing. Pulsating. Shimmering. Shining. Laughing. Loving. Water. Light. Color. Feeling. Throbbing. The touch of a thousand beads in her hair, across her face, over her shoulders and breasts. The ache of the plug in her anus. The need growing again in her pussy. She hadn't had a single drink, and yet Karlee already felt the intoxication of this place. Magic. Far-away. Free. Safe. Dark. Fun. Blue. Blue. Karlee almost imagined herself turning into a mermaid, or washing up naked in a blue lagoon, or being pulled to the bottom of a diamond-blue sea as the new plaything of a tentacled and tender lover.

A high-pitched voice crooned as though a goddess of this watery world of wonder. "If tonight is your first night here at the Blue Boy Bar, let me just extend you the warmest of welcomes. This is our safe space...."

A round of "awwwws" responded from the world just beyond the end of these beads.

"... our safe, sexy space!" the voice cackled.

The respondent voices cheered their approbation.

"Damn straight!"

"Yeah, it is!"

"Sexxxxxxyyyyyyyyy!"

"So make yourself at home... if home is someplace you get shitfaced and suck cocks!" The DJ laughed, and the crowd seemed to laugh with her.

Karlee smiled. That was the DJ that she'd heard through the back door earlier in the evening. DJ Jamie? Yeah, that was the name. Seemed like she definitely knew how to please the crowd.

Another song rose from the end of the one before. Thumping. Deep beats. The kind that pulled at Karlee's hips with marionette strings. She could feel herself wanting to move to the rhythm already.

With one last swimming stroke of her arm, Karlee emerged through the far end of the beaded hallway and into a far, far larger space.

To her left a black doorframe opened onto a black hall that seemed to run parallel to the one she'd entered through. Nothing interesting seemed to be going on in that direction. Perhaps maintenance? Storage rooms? Not relevant to the the immediate party, it seemed.

Directly ahead of her, Karlee could see a three-foot opening between the wall and a bartop. Barstools. Patrons. The first of many gatherings of this sexually-explicit bacchanal. The bar and its accoutrements extended to her right.

Karlee's head slowly turned as she took in the sight that she had been waiting all week for. Here, at last, as though having excavated for the treasured tomb of a pharaoh within a colossal pyramid, the wide-eyed brunette had reached the inner sanctum of the Blue Boy Bar.

It was busy. The bar was hopping with activity.

Behind that busy bar, the first adjacent to the left wall and the other immediately to the right of the first, stood two glass-doored commercial refrigerators full of longneck beer bottles: domestic and imported, common and exotic.

The bar extended for a good twenty yards to Karlee's right. At least two dozen bar stools extended from just in front of her down to the bar's end. Every one of them was occupied.

Not only was each stool taken, but in most cases another patron or two was gathered around the person seated at the bar, as though each stool were merely a station that a group had occupied to maintain access to the bar itself through the throng.

Karlee's mind did a quick inventory of some of the people she saw mingling here. The nearest group to her consisted of three men. The oldest of the trio was seated, smiling, and lifting a half-emptied green bottle to his lips. He wore a tight bright orange t-shirt and a pair of designer jeans. One expensive shoe rested comfortably on the crossbar that wound round the circular stool's legs. His two compatriots, both standing, were demonstrably younger. One, with greased black hair and a groomed mustache, wore a crimson button down tucked into black slacks. The other, with his shirt open to just above his naval, and apparently the most gregarious of the three, was explaining something with his hands to the other two. The thing described appeared to be significant in length, a fact that made the sitting man in orange and the standing man in red roar with laughter.

Karlee smiled.

Next to them, a middle-aged woman, short and curvy all over, perched on her stool with one voluptuous leg casually thrown over the other. She wore a diminutive purple cocktail dress that threatened to spill all her ample assets out into public view. Standing beside her, and casually rubbing the crotch of his slacks across her forearm, stood an eager young man in a pair of suspenders without a shirt. His head bobbed to the music and he looked around the room as though studiously pretending that he wasn't rubbing his erection on the girl beside him. She didn't seem to mind in the slightest, though.

To their right a pair of transexual women were nodding raptly as a short but burly bear in red biker shorts and a thin muscle-tee regaled them with some smirking story. The man's shoulders and biceps seemed bigger than the heads of either of the two women. Whatever he was saying to them over the loud clubbing music, though, must have been quite engaging. Neither of the two women seemed bored, and one was absent-mindedly rubbing her own crotch.

More couples, trios, and small groups crowded around the barstools further and further to Karlee's right. Young people. Older people. Demonstrably effeminate men. Well-groomed blue-collar men. Some obviously here with husbands or boyfriends. Some with women. Some women with other women. Some in mixed company. The bar littered in highball and rocks glasses. Many of those glasses caught the eye with the fantastical colors of their alcoholic contents: bright pinks, the emerald green of melon liqueur, the gold of almond liqueur, and a ubiquitousness of blue curacao, which must be the orange-flavored constant in several house specials. Of course. It wouldn't be the Blue Boy Bar without a bevy of blue cocktails.

The space behind the bar was scarcely less busy, although it was difficult for Karlee to clearly see the boozeslingers working the long trough between the well and the back bar. The latter was topped by a long mirror, or series of mirrors, the length of the bar top. The faces of many of the patrons crowding the front bar could be seen reflected in that glass, their expressions of inebriated contentedness comforting and inviting. The tiers of call bottles descended from the bottom of the mirror down to the back counter. Hundreds of liquors and liqueurs must have graced those grandstands, silent but eager participants in the festivities roaring below and in front of them.

Moving back and forth between the various groups crowding the bar, ordering drinks, and setting down their empties, bobbed a head familiar to Karlee: its brown curls recognizable from her first night looking down at the Blue Boy Bar.

She saw it lean down to hear the order of some ruby-lipped femboy, nod, and then turn quickly to the back bar. Two arms flew toward a pair of half-emptied bottles, expertly swinging them back around to the bar top. She saw the curly head straighten, taller than most of the patrons between her and the bartender. A shoulder raised, lifting some glass. The other raised higher, overturning the two seized bottles into the glass's open mouth. Within twenty seconds, the mixology was done and the cocktail had been set down in front of the dolled-up twink who had ordered it. A quick conversation about payment, presumably ending in an agreement to add the drink to the young man's tab. Then the bartender was on to the next patron leaning over the bar top, trying to make eye contact and order the next round.

Bruno.

Karlee remembered the man from the first night she'd brought Tommy to the Rosada Inn. This was the man they'd spied behind the bar, driving his long thick shaft between the bubble buns of the young man... Bobby, Karlee remembered... Mandy's younger brother....

This was the first time Karlee had seen the man at his profession. It was obvious that he knew his business. He moved with a wiry practice, like an athlete at his sport, from patron to patron. He laughed. He smiled. He pointed. He cracked jokes. Bruno appeared to be the embodiment of the adage that a bartender is necessarily the life of any party.

But there was so much party! How was he handling the sheer volume of clientele by himself? Karlee's brown eyes surveyed the crowd gathered along the bar before she saw it: a glimpse of gold passing between the shapes of patrons further from the beaded entrance. At first it seemed a strange mirage, but it reappeared, moving left and right.

It was a girl.

Shorter than Bruno. Harder to see through the crowd. Very blonde. Golden skinned, by the look of it.

A second bartender? Karlee vaguely remembered what she'd heard through the back door earlier that evening. DJ Jamie had introduced the staff to the crowd. Bruno the bartender, she remembered.

Ah, of course. There had been some mention of a new girl. First night. A barback? Yes, a barback, Karlee thought. What was that name? It had been important at the time.

Amy? Ashley? Allie?

No. Aspyn.

Aspyn. That was it. Karlee remembered that it had been a strange coincidence to have heard that name twice in one day. That was the same name as a girl in Tommy's psych class that morning. Professor Jackson's class, if she recalled. Aspyn had been one of the students who had, according to her boyfriend's confused confession, been participant in ogling the boy as he'd rutted in class atop the very butt plug that Karlee had between her own pert cheeks right now.

Small world, Karlee considered. What were the odds that there were two blonde Aspyns?

What if...? But nah. It had to be a coincidence.

Her mind returned to her quick assessment of the inner sanctum of the Blue Boy Bar. Bruno and Apsyn behind the bar. The bar was long. The bar was busy.

Karlee nodded, as though at least this part of the premises now made sense to her.

Down at the far end of the bar top, there appeared to be another gap that allowed for entry and exit for employees. So the galley was accessible from both ends of the bar. Made sense. Karlee could see a second pair of refrigerators down there, identical to the ones at the near end of the bar. Cold beer, it seemed, could be had from either end. Bruno and Aspyn would not need to overlap or shimmy past one another in order to fill patrons' drink orders. That seemed a practical investment on Mandy's part, Karlee nodded.

Beyond the far gap and refrigerators, another black hallway seemed to access some space behind the bar. Storage or offices, Karlee assumed. But just beyond that, a raised platform ringed by sparkling glass rose above the surrounding floor. Tucked against another black wall, it beamed with a variety of uplights on the profile of a woman sporting a sharp nose, puffy lips, and a pair of headphones over her long red hair. The crimson-crowned silhouette appeared to be bobbing to the music that she herself was playing. Blue and purple lights hung from the ceiling above her booth, circling, cycling, rising and falling, bathing all around her in a visual symphony to equal that auditory one emanating from her turntable. Dancing in her raised booth at the end of the bar, she looked a proper mistress of ceremonies for this preternatural party.

That had to be DJ Jamie.

Even though the DJ booth was raised, Jamie didn't appear to be in danger of striking her bobbing head against the black ceiling.

The clearance above both the bar and DJ booth was high. Maybe teen feet? Maybe twelve? But Karlee could see that the ceiling along this side of the club's interior was also the floor of a second story balcony that extended the full length from where she stood down to above the DJ's booth. She could see, obliquely, a railing and a second floor walkway. At the DJ's booth, that second story interior balcony turned and crossed perpendicular to her view.

The inner sanctum of the Blue Boy Bar was vaulted, and there was a second floor balcony above the bar and above the wall opposite her... and, she suspected, above her head as well.

She drew a quick map in her head. She'd entered the building from the side facing the back of the Rosada Inn. She'd walked forward through the foyer and beaded entry. So that was away from the motel. The bar faced the opposite direction, back toward Dana's and Frank's business.

She nodded her head and continued her orientation of space.

The Rosada Inn and Blue Boy Bar were on adjacent lots. The front entrance of the Blue Boy Bar faced the backside of the Rosada Inn... where her rendezvous room with Tommy... room three-sixty-nine... resided, its door perpetually open and light from the club's marquee streaming in to bathe the debauchery inside in magical blue light. Right now, she thought, that very light, from the marquee perched on the roof above her head, would be illuminating her sexy boyfriend's anal deflowering.

She let her imagination wander for a moment. Maybe Tommy would be on all fours by now, his bubble butt curving up into the blue-black darkness. Frank's hard dick would be thrusting in and out of it at this very moment, making that sexy sphincter suck and expand, release and retract. Karlee's eyes glazed over and she bit her lip. Her boyfriend would be moaning. His speech would be slurred. His fingers would be clawing at the bedspread and his toes curling with each sensuous insertion of man-dick into boy-pussy. He would be saying things like "Itfeeeelsssssogooood" and "Whaarrryoudoooinngtomeeee?" Such cute things. Such slutty things. Gawd, her boyfriend was so fucking sexy.

"Peaches? You okay, Peaches?" Someone was shouting over the loud music.

The busty brunette in the semen-stained white tank-top shook her head. She'd been daydreaming again. Her eyes focused on the nearness of a blonde bombshell with cherry-red lips, sky-blue eyes, and breasts large enough to sink a battleship.

Betty reached out and took the brunette's hand in her own.

"How can you be distracted?" Those ruby red lips parted and the blue eyes sparkled. "Take a look around you, Peaches!" Betty gestured with her left hand and Karlee's gaze finally took in the open space that was the heart of the Blue Boy Bar.

On the far wall across from the bar and DJ station, a raised platform split the vertical distance between the first and second floors of the building. To either side of it, and attached to the far wall closest to the Rosada Inn, two staircases rose from the stage to the balcony on either side. Without any other steps or incremental platforms, that stage would only be accessible from the club's second story. A low railing of transparent plexiglass rose from all three of its edges, both to keep its occupants from tumbling off onto the dance floor and to make visible to any gathered crowd whatever was happening on that raised platform.

The stage was decorated, though, to match the VIP occasion for the evening, Karlee could see. The black backdrop of the stage was probably painted black, she surmised, but it had been festooned with white wedding regalia: white lace, gold and white ribbons, ivory bunting, and the image of a wedding cake extending from the wall in some artistic medium that the brunette did not recognize.

Two stripper poles rose from the near corners of the stage, rising to the vaulted ceiling. These, too, had been decked with elaborate wedding-appropriate streamers and ribbons. The front of the stage, descending to the dance floor, was looped in more white bunting and white paper party balls, making the stage itself seem not unlike the top of a wedding cake piped with icing.

Festive. She smiled. She hadn't met the bride yet, but it was obvious that the Blue Boy Bar was happy to celebrate with the bachelorette party that Karlee had half-met outside the club.

In front of the stage, and teeming with the fervor of activity as a deep blue reef might in a shifting current, spread the dance floor. A great square beneath the vaulted ceiling, the space was filled with music and movement. Several dozen people there. Some in pairs. Some in small groups. Some flitting from group to group. Some obvious couples. Some collections of friends. The music that DJ Jamie played pulled them to and fro, shaking, sweating, swaying, letting loose, letting go, finding something vital.

If the dance floor were a square, each of its four corners was bracketed by a pillar that, like the stripper poles on the stage, extended to the ceiling. Each of the four pillars also anchored a table or bar top that extended five or six feet from each corner toward its companions. This looked almost, Karlee thought, like the packaging that furniture came delivered in: protective brackets of styrofoam on the corners of a shipped dresser or coffee table. Here, it created a cozy corner banquette at each angle of the dance floor, complete with bar stools and a front row seat to the festivities on the dance floor and stage. This left the three wide sides of the square of the dance floor open for patrons to enter and exit the vaulted space as they saw fit.

To her right and also beyond the dance floor, she saw dozens of tall round tables surrounded by high-legged barstools. Beyond the far batch of tables, deep beneath the opposite balcony and against the rear of the building... were those billiard tables? Probably. And above? On the balconies? It looked like these too were lined with short round tabletops flanked by two or three chairs apiece. A few of the tables above appeared to be occupied, but not as many as down below.

So this was the Blue Boy Bar, Karlee smiled.

The building thrummed with rhythm and sensual movement. The lighting, blue and purple, both stationary and rotating, made the entire space feel like some beautiful undersea grotto. Undersea? No. Not quite that. Undersex? That didn't make any sense... and yet it did.

There were a lot of people here. Dancing. Sitting. Drinking. Cavorting. Laughing. Talking loud and close to overcome the volume of the music, but also enjoying that proximity in this ambiance that encouraged nearness and sensuality.

The vibes of the establishment were unmistakable. Here music and booze and good company were to be enjoyed. But also... more than that?

Karlee's survey of the scene was distracted. On the edge of the dance floor at each of the near pillars, and abutting the extended bar tops, were great black boxes. She hadn't noticed them at first. They were just low enough to the floor that one might place a foot atop them from the ground and hoist oneself up to have a commanding view of the surrounding club... or to be easily seen by everyone at the bar or on the dance floor.

As Karlee watched, two dark shapes wound their way through the undulating throng, one to each of those pillars and their adjacent boxes. Each placed a shoe onto their respective black box and pulled a gorgeous frame up above the level of the regular patrons.

They were young men. Brown skinned. Skin. Lots of skin. Lots and lots of skin. Taut skin. Smooth skin. Glistening skin. Sexy skin.

Each boy wore only a pair of white sneakers and a neon blue g-string that did little to hide the long erections each was sporting for the public view.

Karlee stared. "Holy fuck," she muttered under her breath.

Go-go dancers. The Blue Boy Bar, as she'd heard earlier that night at the back door, featured go-go dancers. Nice. Very nice.

Handsome. They were both handsome. Chiseled. Not quite as gorgeous as her Tommy, but pretty damn close, she had to admit. The go-go boys began to sway and gyrate to the music.

Mmmmmm.

Smooth hard bodies that glimmered in the shifting blue lights. Glitter? Was their smooth skin lightly sprinkled with glitter?

Karlee's hand involuntarily raised itself a few inches toward the two. She caught herself, and brought the raised hand to her opposite elbow. She glanced at Betty, to make sure the older woman hadn't caught her absentmindedly trying to touch the mostly-naked boys from a distance. The blonde had turned her head and was looking toward the bar. She hadn't seen Karlee's snafu.

The brunette sighed a small relief, and let herself examine the two dancing boys a bit more thoroughly. The one nearest her was darker of tone and broader of chest. He sported a clean little mustache above a smirking lip. Karlee could see several tattoos on his chest, on his abdomen, and a full sleeve down his right arm. The dancer further from her was slighter, but had more defined abdominals. His hair was shaved around the back, but the top was long, pulled back in a ponytail that hung to his shoulders. He had his spattering of tattoos as well, including a sleeve down his left arm and some ornate inverted pattern across his lower abdomen that tucked down into the top of his g-string, directing hungry eyes over his six-pack to the protruding shape of his scantily-clad penis. As he moved in the blue club lighting, Karlee could see the shadows flit over the boy's high cheekbones and trace their way down between his core muscles.

Fuck. They really were gorgeous. Both of them.

Of course they would be. A sex club with go-go dancers? They'd have to be ravishing.

Out of each boy's g-string hung a fan of greenbacks, almost as though each sported half a grass skirt. They must be popular with the clientele, then. Quite popular.

She watched them for a few meters of music. Their sneakers lifted and lighted on their respective black boxes again and again. They swayed to the rhythms and gyrated their pelvises in the direction of the patrons on the dance floor, or in the direction of those sitting at the tall tables nearby.

Karlee could see that, as soon as the two go-go boys had ascended their respective platforms, a little wave of patrons had flitted over to the counter-tops that jutted from the pillars. She smiled. People wanted a front row seat to these two. As their bodies floated and thrusted in the blue and purple lighting, she could understand why.

The song that had been playing wound down and transitioned seamlessly into another. One with a more distinct bray of brass instruments and deep bass beats.

The high sultry voice of DJ Jamie floated out of the surrounding speakers. "Welcome back to the dance floor our sexy go-go boys, Ricky and Ramon!" A thunderous wave of squeals and applause cycled around the bar, including from just in front of Karlee.

Pale hands rose in the air from the crowd in front of Karlee. "Woooooooo!" Blonde hair bobbed back and forth next to silver. "Ricky!" shouted an obviously horny girl. "Ramon!" The voice seemed familiar. The blonde-topped head began to shake with the music. Karlee could see the face in profile.

Lana. The pregnant girl, Lana. She hadn't been kidding when she'd complained about a need for cock. Well, Karlee could observe, the two go-go boys certainly weren't lacking in that department.

The party that Karlee had entered with stood just in front of her and to her right: the pregnant maid-of-honor, Lana; the silver-maned and silver-dressed Carol; leather-clad Big Bill with his handlebar mustache. All three were entranced by the nearest of the two go-go boys. Karlee wondered which was Ricky and which was Ramon.

The nearer one with the darker hue and the trim mustache. Ramon, she decided. He looked like a Ramon.

"Come on!" Lana grabbed the hand of the silver-headed Carol and immediately led her toward the go-go dancer.

Carol turned her head toward Bill. A wry smile spread across her weathered lips. "Come on, Cock Man. I wanna see your hands in that g-string." She grabbed his hand.

Bill turned to look at his wife, but Betty was still looking toward the bar. Bill's eyes followed hers. There was a moment's pause, a smile, and then an acquiescence to Carol's request.

"Game on," he grinned. Then he was being tugged away through the crowd as the third link in a chain of go-go hungry patrons: Lana leading Carol leading Bill.

Lana's mother, the short Argentine Livi, stayed at Betty's side. It seemed slightly strange that the large-breasted southern dame was herself distracted, and Livi leaned closer. "Are you okay, my dear?"

Betty's eyes tore away from the bar and lit on the lively shorter woman's. A long blink. A brief reorientation to her immediate surroundings. "Of course!" She looked for the rest of the party, but found her husband being dragged toward the dance floor and its nearly nude boy toys.

"Of course," she repeated with a laugh.

"Do you want to go with them?" Livi asked the taller woman. It was obvious that the petite woman was infatuated with Betty. Karlee couldn't blame her. She'd learned tonight that she herself wasn't immune to that fuzzy feeling Betty could create in another woman's pussy.

Betty looked up at the retreating threesome. "Nah, that's all right." She smiled again: dazzling white teeth framed by ruby red lips. "Let them have their fun."

Livi seemed to like the idea of separating the large-breasted belle from her husband. She slipped her own smaller hand into Betty's. "Come on," she smiled. "I'll buy you a drink."

Betty seemed a tad trepidatious at first. Her head swiveled. She hadn't forgotten Karlee. "Peaches?" Karlee flashed her own dazzling smile at the older woman. "You too." Betty extended her free hand and Karlee accepted it, slipping her own fingers around those of her new sexy friend.

If Livi seemed at all disappointed at having two gorgeous women in tow instead of one, she didn't let on. "Here," she said and led the two women toward a serendipitous gap between occupied bar stools.

This nearer section of the bar seemed to be getting serviced by the rascally Bruno. The curly-haired Aspyn, further down the bar, was busy leaning over the bar to listen to a patron's drink order. Her own golden breasts hung seductively over the bar well. Karlee saw her nod and then turn and grab a pair of highball glasses.

Familiar. Something about the girl seemed familiar.

"¡Ay, que lindas!" A rolling baritone greeted the three ladies. Karlee let her eyes leave the mystery of Aspyn and focus on the bartender at hand.

Standing next to the taller Betty and shorter Livi, Karlee got her first up-close look at the bartender who, a week earlier, had eye-fucked her boyfriend while deep-dicking his boss's kid brother.

The man was broad of shoulder and narrow of hip. He wore a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. His features were stark. A sharp chin framed a wry grin and confident nose. Piercing black eyes considered the women from beneath a playful mop of black curls. He held a glass in one hand and dried its interior with a bar towel in the other.

Bruno. This was Bruno the bartender. Bruno the expert top. Bruno the breaker of boys like Billy... and maybe boys like Tommy.

His eyes flitted between the three women. It was obvious that he knew Betty. Livi, too, it seemed, might be someone he recognized from her patronage that evening already. But his smirk grew two sizes as he considered Karlee. She had wondered whether he would remember her from last week... or from their staring contest earlier that evening, when she'd emerged from room three sixty-nine and defiantly pulled down her shorts and inserted Tommy's butt plug up her own pink sphincter.

"Hola, furiosa," said Bruno. "Happy to see you here." The man had a devilish smile to match the one Karlee knew how to use with such devastating effect.

He remembered her. That was obvious.

Perhaps Karlee was not so easy to forget, even for a flamboyantly gay man.

Or perhaps what interested Bruno was the boy that Karlee loved. The one currently getting fucked into a new sexual orientation next door.

"¡Que coqueto!" laughed Livi at the bartender. With a tone of mock outrage, she gesticulated with her free hand at herself and her two female companions. "¿Y cual de las tres quieres cojer, menso?"

Bruno let out a guffaw. Livi obviously understood how to talk to the man.

"Tra'inme sus chiquillos, chiquita. Los tres," he grinned. "A esos se los daré duro."

Livi let go of Betty's hand and lifted both her palms to indicate that she lacked whatever it was he had asked of her. "Ya ni lo tengo a uno," she beamed. "Ya soy mujer libre."

He laughed again and pointed to the blonde and brunette she'd brought to the bar. "Pero estas esclavadas son todavia."

Betty squeezed her breasts between her forearms. "Mine's over there... divertiendose con verga." She nodded with her head toward the go-go dancers. Her southern accent was still quite pronounced even when she spoke in Spanish, Karlee noted.

Of course, Karlee didn't speak Spanish and wasn't quite sure what the banter was about.

"Mmmm," answered Bruno. "¡Ojalá que se divierta bien! Por eso existe la verga." The man chuckled to himself. "Que listo siempre está ese varón tuyo, Betty."

"I'm sorry," Karlee interjected. "What?" She wasn't sure what was going on.

Livi's vibrant eyes turned to the busty brunette. She put a reassuring hand on the girl's upper arm. "Oh, sweetie. Don't worry. Nothing bad." The diminutive mother of the bride looked back at Bruno to refresh her memory. "The bartender called us pretty. I called him a flirt and asked which of the three of us he wanted to fuck." Karlee's eyes grew wide, but Livi continued with her explanation. "Which is funny, because he's very very gay. So he told me that we should bring him our men. I told him I'm free and don't have one anymore." The short woman tossed her hair to emphasize how proud she was of the fact. "He joked that both of you are still chained to your boys and this hermosa aquí..." She gestured to Betty's voluptuous figure. "... said that her husband was off enjoying dick."

Karlee's head swiveled quickly to the nearest go-go boy, the one she'd decided must be Ramon. The dancer's back was to her, and she could see his pelvis thrusting side to side. Lana's face was visible below the dancer's crotch, looking up at that swinging dick and grinning. To the dancer's other side, Karlee could see the silver-haired Carol guiding Bill's outstretched hand to the full pouch of Ramon's g-string. The biker's eyes sparkled as he let the woman help him feel up the sexy male dancer.

"Okay, then," Karlee turned her eyes back to the bar and suppressed a wide smile. They had just arrived and already half her party were getting handfuls of long cock.

Patrons to the ladies' left and right, up and down the bar, carried on their conversations and flirtations over the din of the dance music as the lights drowned them all in the eagerness of their own sensuality. What a magnificent place this was already. Handfuls of cock. Lost in the music. Drowned in the lights. The Blue Boy Bar felt intoxicating to Karlee.

Intoxication, of course, would be half the fun. "What do you drink?" Livi asked the other two women. Karlee blinked a couple of times and looked to Betty. Perhaps best to defer to the more experienced.

Betty nodded slightly, and then chose for them. "How about buttery nipples all around?" The blonde maven shimmied her torso, threatening to loosen her own nipples from behind the thin curtains of a blouse that hid them from view at the moment.

Livi stared at the taller woman's cleavage and grinned. "Okay!" She turned to Bruno. "Tres buttery nipples, porfas!" The man smirked and nodded. Turning, he reached for a row of upside down shot glasses drying on a bar mat. Palming the three, he then grabbed a bottle of Irish Cream and, with the same hand, another of Butterscotch Schnapps, wedging the necks of the bottles expertly between his fingers. A few moments later, his experienced hands had also produced a bottle of whipped cream and a trio of maraschino cherries.

In just a few seconds, three creamy shots were set before the women, each topped with a sweet dollop of whipped cream and a bright red nipple-esque crown. The bartender grinned at his handiwork.

Karlee stared at the drinks for a long second, and suddenly remembered bar protocol. Gotta pay for your drinks. She would need to open a tab. She fumbled at her shorts pocket for her credit card.

"You can get the next round, Peaches." Betty winked and produced her own card. Karlee couldn't imagine where on the older woman's person it had been secreted.

Bruno took the card and turned his back to the three ladies, opening a tab on the register for Betty. Down the bar, the young blonde Aspyn was retrieving a pair of empty longnecks from the bartop and replacing them from the beer fridge behind her end of the bar.

"That's right!" The voice of DJ Jamie sang out over the loudspeaker. "Show those sexy boys some love. I see you, Bill. I see you, baby mama. Yeah. Stuff that g-string." Betty and Livi shared a long stare and then both burst out laughing.

The busty blonde reached for two of the shot glasses and handed them to her companions. Karlee and Livi each accepted.

Lifting the third, Betty asked, "What should we drink to?"

Livi looked at the two sexy women she'd met outside. The inner half of Betty's round breasts were still exposed to view by the plunging neckline of her clubbing blouse. Karlee's nipples were visibly erect through her cum-stained white tank top. The diminutive Argentine woman grinned. "How about we drink our buttery nipples to buttery nipples, ladies?"

Betty grinned and took a gander down at Karlee's chest. "I like that."

Karlee looked at her shot glass. It looked creamy. It smelled invitingly sweet.

"You in, Peaches?"

Karlee looked up at the two women. The music blared around her, invigorating the potential swing that she could feel her hips begging to begin. The butt plug splaying her sphincter deliciously concurred. It was time for Karlee to get her groove on. She was here. The joy of sensuality buzzed about her, swimming in the blue and purple lights. She took a deep breath and raised her glass.

Betty and Livi both lifted theirs as well.

"To buttery nipples!" Karlee turned on her most joyful smile and flashed it at both Betty and Livi.

Betty stared for a moment at Karlee's radiant face, and then let her own gorgeous smile spread. "To buttery nipples!"

"To buttery nipples!" Livi shouted in her Argentine accent, and then threw the shot back into her little mouth. Karlee and Betty followed suit.

The brunette's shot went down silky smooth. It filled Karlee's mouth with that delightful tang of alcohol, coating it with the sweetness of cream and schnapps. The cherry she let linger in her cheek, pushing it to the side with her tongue and then pulling it back last to be chewed and consumed.

"Mmmmm," she lowered the emptied shot glass and licked her lips.

"Right?" Livi laughed and took the drained glasses from the other two women and set them on the bartop.

"Uh-huh." Karlee and Livi looked to Betty. The maven had her cherry caught between her teeth, red as her lipstick. She shimmied her torso a bit, shaking those massive mammaries for the viewing pleasure of her lady-companions and then performatively wrapped her tongue around the cherry, slowly pulling it between her brightly painted lips as though she were sucking expertly on an engorged clitoris.

"Dios mio," Livi stared at Betty's mouth. The shorter woman groaned with desire as the last red skin of the cherry disappeared between those cherry-red lips.

"Mmmmm." Betty lifted a scarlet-nailed thumb to her mouth and made a show of dabbing the corners of her grinning mouth. "Did that look as good as it tasted?" Her eyes drifted back and forth between the two women.

Karlee was new to the flirtations of women, but she gulped and nodded. She enjoyed a momentary vision of Betty's baby-blue eyes and crimson lips between her own splayed legs. "Fuck," she moaned.

Livi, apparently having the same sexual fantasy, pointed at Betty with a playful accusation. "How are you so fucking sexy?"

Betty laughed. "Oh, we're just getting started." She lifted her arms and gestured at the entire establishment. "The night is young!"

Livi laughed and moved her finger back and forth between herself and the biker's wife. "But you and I aren't."

"Young enough," Betty purred. She pushed her breasts together and turned to Karlee. "Wouldn't you say so, Peaches?"

It was obvious to Karlee that Livi wanted Betty, but that Betty was openly flirting with both the bride's mother and herself. She knew the polite answer, and the warm buttery shot had given her just enough liquid courage to say it out loud.

"You're gorgeous, Betty. You already know that."

"Awwww, aren't you sweet." Betty swung an arm around Karlee's shoulders, pulling the girl in close. "We're all gorgeous."

Livi nodded in agreement. All three of them, women of different shapes and experiences, age and orientation, were gorgeous.

"¿Y ahora?" Bruno leaned against the bar, grinning like a Cheshire Cat, and waited for the ladies' next order.

The two blondes, taller and shorter, looked at each other.

"Well, we've started with schnapps and cream..." Livi seemed to suggest that they not yet mix liquors.

Betty nodded, looking from the older Livi to the younger Karlee. A light bulb went off in her head. "Ooooh! I know! How about we add some peaches, Peaches?"

Karlee didn't understand, but the busty blonde was beside herself with glee at her own cleverness. Betty released Karlee's arm and leaned in close to Bruno's ear. She whispered something low to him. He nodded, and then smiled. As though he had been made privy to some devilish joke, he looked over Livi and Karlee, then reached again for a trio of shot glasses.

"What did you order?" asked Karlee over the throbbing music.

"You'll see." Betty adjusted her blouse, making sure her nipples were just inside the fabric on either side of its plunging neckline. Or perhaps she was merely inviting Livi and Karlee to appreciate her large luscious boobs.

In a moment, Bruno returned with the three shot glasses, each brimming with the same new golden-beige concoction.

"What is it?" asked Livi, taking one and passing a second to Karlee.

Betty proudly explained, "It's Irish Cream, pineapple juice, and..." She winked at Karlee and ran her tongue against the edge of her mouth. "... peach schnapps."

"Oh!" Karlee wasn't sure how well Irish Cream and citrus would go together, but it seemed obvious that Betty was quite pleased with the peach pun she'd introduced to their drinking. "What's it called?"

Betty lifted her glass with one hand and then ran the other performatively down between her own breasts, over her tight naval, and then between her own leather-clad legs. "What's it called?" The middle-aged maven repeated the question, but made sure that both Livi's eyes and Karlee's followed her hand down to her own crotch.

"Oh," Livi's eyes practically bugged out of her distinguished face. She was practically drooling over Betty.

The southern dame's manicured hand moved up and down over her own concealed mound. Triumphantly, she announced the shot's name. "We're all about to drink... juicy pussies!" The woman grinned her own wit.

Livi stared at Betty's hand petting herself. "Fuck," the Argentine sucked in a breath. A few more drinks in her, it seemed, and she'd be kneeling in front of Betty licking the front of the taller woman's leather pants.

Bill's wife seemed to like the attention. She began to sway her hips and breasts while touching herself. "You'll like it, Peaches," she said, perhaps still talking about their shooters. Betty was practically dancing for the other two women now. "I promise." She pursed her red lips and blew a small kiss Karlee's way.

"I know I will," Livi nodded. "Juicy pussies are the best." Karlee was pretty sure that Livi wasn't talking about their round of shooters anymore.

"Alright then!" Betty held her shot out, inviting the other two to do the same. "To juicy pussies!"

"To juicy pussies!" Livi entoned, nearly in unison.

"Okay, to juicy pussies!" Karlee followed suit, and then all three women downed their second drink.

It was a different experience from the buttery nipple. Karlee hadn't been wrong that the Irish Cream and pineapple juice didn't necessarily play well together. Yet a moment after finishing it, she turned the shot glass over and set it firmly against the bartop as though she were a seasoned boozehound.

Betty and Livi did the same, and all three laughed together. The Argentine caught the bartender's eye, waved with her finger toward the three empty shot glasses, and pointed at herself. Bruno nodded and put the round on Livi's tab.

"Okay, okay, maybe the next one needs to just be a regular drink and not a shooter," Betty suggested.

"I gotchu," slurred Livi, winking at Betty with conspiratorial glee. She raised a finger and flagged down Bruno, who had just finished providing another round for a party two stools down from the three ladies.

"Something light," Livi instructed. "Give us three gay waters!"

Bruno rolled his eyes but smiled. "Are you gay? You have to be gay."

Karlee looked to Livi. Was that a thing? Were there limitations on drinks? And what was gay water?

"Well, I am these days," Livi slapped her hand against the bar and stood as tall as she could, facing Betty.

The voluptuous biker's wife offered a definitive nod. "You know what? Tonight, I'll be gay, too." The two older women laughed, as though they'd silently agreed that Livi's sexual flirtations with the taller, bustier woman were going to lead to something fun. It was just a matter of time now before something sensual happened between the two of them.

"But Peaches here," Betty reached for Karlee's arm, as though presenting her to Bruno. "She's still learning."

"You teach her?" Bruno smirked.

Betty pressed the side of her large breast against Karlee. Her big juicy nipple appeared briefly before slipping back under the loose fabric of her risque blouse. "When she asks me to."

"I'll allow it," the bartender announced, and turned for three rocks glasses this time.

Karlee gulped. "What's... what's gay water?"

Betty reassured her. "Oh, it's just another name for a vodka soda. Ubiquitous enough in the community to earn the moniker."

Karlee sized the busty blonde up again. That was mighty erudite for a woman who'd just downed two shooters in a busy bar. Livi was slurring her words already. Betty was growing more articulate.

"Vodka soda," Karlee repeated.

Betty nodded. "If you don't feel you've earned it yet, you could just tell him about Tommy."

Livi's eyes grew huge. "Ooooh! That's right! Your boyfriend!"

Karlee swallowed. Her boyfriend.

"If only he could see what YOUR boy was up to right now, eh, Peaches?" Betty squeezed Karlee tighter. Breast pressed against breast. It felt nice. Full. Feminine. Sexy. The brunette's sphincter spasmed around its buttplug.

As Betty laughed, Karlee felt vibration in her shorts. At first she mistook the feeling for her pussy throbbing. It took a moment to recognize that her phone was vibrating in her front pocket. Her knees bucked a bit. Betty's beautiful blue eyes lit up.

"Ooooh!" she giggled. "Speak of the devil!"

Bruno returned with rocks glasses full of ice and vodka. He lifted the bar gun and filled each glass with sparkling soda water and then garnished each with a lime wedge. He looked up at the three women.

Karlee winced a little and pulled the phone from the pocket of her tight denim shorts. Of all the people she wanted to see Tommy getting his boy butt broken open, this sly sensual bartender was probably at the top of that list. Ever since that first night when she and Tommy had watched this dominant gay top plow the fuck out of that pretty little Bobby behind the bar, Karlee had felt an intense desire to see Tommy in a comparable situation.

At the same time, though, it was a little frightening still. Would he be interested? How would that work? She'd successfully invited the motel manager Frank into her boyfriend's bubble butt, but Bruno was still a stranger.

The phone vibrated again. Its screen lit up, a bit too bright in the blue-purple swirl of the club.

"Ooh! Another one?" Livi clapped her hands.

"Um, looks like it." Karlee examined her notifications. Yep. Another video from Tommy's phone.

Bruno looked a little impatient that the women hadn't taken their drinks yet, and that the focus of attention had turned to a phone.

Betty looked up at the bartender and then back at Karlee. A quick calculation passed over her mature face. "Bruno'd probably enjoy this. You wanna show him, Peaches?" Those crystal eyes looked down invitingly at the brown-eyed brunette. Karlee gulped hard, and then nodded.

"Okay, then." Betty pulled the other two women close to the bar and had them turn around. "Gather 'round, everyone. You too, Manfucker," she laughed at Bruno, indicating with her finger that he should lean over and take a gander at the contents of Karlee's phone.

The brunette understood and held her phone up so that everyone could see, including Bruno. Betty, Livi, and the bartender all leaned in close to Karlee to see the latest evidence of Tommy's turning out.

From the angle of the video, Karlee could surmise that the camera was set up on the dresser across from the bed. The blue light of the club's marquee shone from the left of the screen through what she knew was the open door to room three-sixty-nine. In the center of the frame, Karlee could see a pair of strong legs hanging off the bed, bent at the knee. Frank's legs. Straddling where they met, and with his back and bubble butt facing the camera, was her beautiful boyfriend.

"Uhffuuugggg...." she heard him moan. In the blue darkness, she could see the muscularity of his lithe triangular torso undulating forward and backward, forward and backward. She could see his back muscles, his lats, his obliques snaking seductively as he slowly gyrated atop Frank's dick, which she could see was lodged firmly between her boyfriend's cheeks and up his slutty hole.

"Uhfffuggggsoggoood," her boyfriend moaned again.

"Ay, diablos," murmured Bruno, eyes riveted to the screen. "Que niño lindo...."

"He thinks your boy is sexy." Livi gently brushed her fingers over Karlee's arm.

"Mmmm, me too," agreed Karlee. She bit her lip. Watching Tommy fuck was amazing. Watching Tommy fuck after two strong shooters was even better. She felt warm in her chest... even warmer in her wet pussy.

She could see in the video the rough shape of Frank's hands holding onto her boyfriend's hips, helping him move up and down, back and forth, milking that crank buried in Tommy's butt.

"You're so fucking sexy, Cutie," she heard the ex-Marine's husky voice coo. "So fucking sexy."

"I... I... issssogooooood," her boyfriend responded.

"I know, Cutie. Just keep rocking back and forth on my cock." Tommy seemed to show no sign of slowing down or pulling off, regardless. "That's a good boy. That's a sexy, sexy boy."

Karlee stared at her boyfriend's backside. Round and taut, the flexing of the different muscles within its penetrated rotundity fascinated her. He was riding cock. That perfect butt of his was riding cock and she couldn't get enough of watching it.

"Fucking hell, ese culo...." Bruno seemed just as riveted by Karlee's boyfriend as she was.

"Right?" Betty breathed heavily, her massive breasts rising and falling noticeably. Livi's eyes slowly left the screen of the phone and focused their wide attention on Betty's massive mammaries and how the nipples were now tenting her revealing blouse.

"That's it. Ride that cock. Milk that cock with your hot little ass, you sexy boy," Frank helped Tommy rock back and forth, back and forth. "Such a good sexy boy."

"Fuuuuuuck." Bruno bit his lip and used one hand to rub the front of his pants.

"Say you like it," instructed Frank in the video.

Tommy's head was thrown back on his shoulders. "Illlllkeittt."

"Say you love it." Frank's hands pulled and pushed on Tommy's hips.

"OhfukkkkIluuuvit," moaned the boy.

"Tell Karlee you love cock."

Tommy's voice rose in volume. "OhKrrrrlleeeeeeeIllvvvvvvcooooockkkk!"

"That's a good boy," purred Frank. Then the video was over.

"Dios mio, that boy." Bruno's eyes were still staring at the blank screen. "That boy. That ass." He stood up straight. "Ese culo. Ese muchaco. Bellisimo." He shook his head. "Lo quiero cojer bien rico."

Betty took Karlee by the arm and turned her to face the bar again. Livi followed suit. "He wants to fuck your pretty boy," the mother of the bride smiled.

Karlee lowered her phone and looked the man in the eye.

The lust was palpable. She had no doubt that, if Tommy were to walk in through the beaded hallway right now, the bartender would attack her boyfriend and fuck him on the bartop while everyone watched.

"Oh fuck, that's hot." Karlee found the fantasy to be indescribably erotic. Her nipples were so hard they were protruding quite visibly through the thin white cotton tank top.

"I think she likes the idea, too," Betty winked at Bruno.

"That... that happening right now?" Bruno asked the brunette, wiggling a finger toward her phone.

Karlee nodded her pretty head. "Next door."

The bartender's eyes narrowed. He had surmised something from the video. "¿Con Francisco?"

Karlee frowned. Who was Francisco? It took a moment for her to put two and two together. Was Frank short for Francisco? Was that the motel manager's birth name?

She thought she knew the answer, so she nodded. "With Frank. Frank is fucking my boyfriend right now."

She could see the wheels turning in the bartender's head. He lifted a finger and pointed up as though toward the third story balcony where he'd twice since Karlee. She nodded.

"Mmmmmmmm...." The man rubbed the front of his pants and thought.

Karlee looked over the bar top. Bruno's black pants were tight, showcasing his thin powerful body just like his tailored button-down was. The bulge there was impressive. Very impressive.

She'd only seen Bruno's dick that first night, and from the distance of a third story balcony looking down on the parking lot behind the Blue Boy Bar. It had seemed delightfully impressive. How big was he?

"Whas his name?" Bruno asked.

"What?"

"Tu novio. Whas your boyfriend's name?"

"Oh," Karlee blushed. "Tommy. His name is Tommy."

Bruno's eyes glazed over and she could see the bartender entertaining some lurid fantasy in his mind in which Tommy was the star attraction.

"He coming here?" the bartender asked.

Karlee wasn't sure about that. Probably not tonight. Almost certainly not tonight. The whole point had been for Frank to plow Tommy into cock-hungry submission tonight while Karlee explored new opportunities at the Blue Boy Bar.

She'd certainly found some.

Bruno placed one hand on the well in front of him and leaned forward, waiting for her answer. Betty and Livi shared a knowing look at each other. Livi giggled and blew the taller woman a kiss. Betty blushed and pursed her lips in return. Bill was somewhere nearby stuffing singles into the g-strings of sexy dancing boys.

A plethora of opportunities had already presented themselves to her.

She made a decision.

"Tomorrow," she told Bruno. "I'll have him here tomorrow."

The bartender grinned, liking that answer. "He is very sexy." Why would he tell her that?

"Yes. He is."

"You... uh... you watched me... last weekend... with Bobby."

Karlee gulped, then nodded.

Bruno seemed to try to play off the next line casually. "Tommy like what he see?"

Karlee certainly had. She'd dragged her boy into their motel room and fucked his brains out. Of course, part of that had been his cock inside her... and part of that had been her strapon inside him. She'd made it her mission to awaken Tommy's anal adventurism.

She glanced down at her phone, now quiet and dark in her hand. Boy, had she ever awakened Tommy's anal adventurism.

She looked back up at Bruno. The man reeked of seduction. She could already imagine those lean muscles of his wrapped around her boyfriend, nibbling on Tommy's ear, snaking a tongue inside, making her boyfriend moan. She could imagine Tommy in the exact position she'd seen the boy Bobby in... Mandy's kid brother... outside the back door of the Blue Boy Bar, leaning against the wall of the building, shorts down around his ankles, on the receiving end of Bruno's impressive boy-breaker.

She bit her lip. The thought was so fucking sexy.

How would she get the two of them to meet, she wondered? Would she bring Tommy here tomorrow night? Introduce her boyfriend to the lothario behind the bar? Invite the man back to their room? Ask Bruno to seduce her boy right there at the bar?

Oh fuck, now that was a thought. She imagined Bruno coming around the bar and putting his hands into the back of Tommy's shorts, copping a feel of her boyfriend's smooth, plowable butthole. She imagined Tommy moaning, involuntarily arching his back and pushing his horny anus back onto the man's probing fingers.

She imagined Bruno lifting her boy onto the bar and mounting him, right there in the middle of the party: Tommy's feet flailing in the air, his mouth open, screaming in incoherent pleasure while Bruno deepdicked him for all to see.

"Jeez, that's so fucking hot," she muttered to herself.

"Peaches?"

Karlee shook her head. Betty and Livi were both watching her daydream. Betty's chest was rising and falling in big deep breaths, her blue eyes sparkling, horny as all fuck. It was obvious to the seasoned woman that her new young cowgirl friend couldn't help but get turned on at the thought of that boyfriend of hers getting turned out, could she? That would definitely be something Betty hoped to explore personally in the near future.

Karlee blinked again, coming out from her fantasies into the lurid reality of the sensually thumping wonder that was the Blue Boy Bar. The busty brunette looked first at the southern belle and then at the South American firecracker. This place was amazing, she already knew, and she'd just arrived.

Opportunity was knocking. Time to open the door, so to speak.

Karlee spread her lips into that dazzling devilish smile she knew melted hearts and won over minds. She turned it fully onto the bartender.

"I think my sexy boyfriend should meet you, Bruno. I think I'd like him to get to know you. Really well."

Bruno stared at her for a long moment, then he grinned. Standing straight, he absentmindedly grabbed their empty shooter glasses in his large hands and lowered them into the sink below the bar. "Tomorrow, eh?"

Karlee turned her head demurely. "If that's okay with you."

The man looked down at the sink and then out across the dance floor. He couldn't help but smirk as he shook his head. "I fuck him so good. Inside out."

Livi passed the vodka sodas to the other two women.

Karlee bit her lip, thinking about Tommy's anal adventures. Her nipples hardened under her thin white blouse. "Mmmmm, I hope so."

"Mom?"

An unfamiliar voice spoke from just over Karlee's shoulder. Livi seemed to recognize the voice and turned toward it just a half second before Karlee did. Betty's eyes had shot down the length of the bar in a moment of apparent apprehension, confirming something down in that direction, before also turning toward the voice.

Standing behind them were a trio of young ladies. One was a pretty black girl with large deep eyes and shoulder-length cornrows. Her trim torso was tucked inside a brightly-sequined tube top. A second was a short and very curvy redhead whose ample flesh was practically falling out of a sequined party dress too small for her. The third, at the head of the phalanx, was a thin blonde in a short white club dress that only stretched a few inches below her crotch. Her long blonde hair was crowned by a white headband bedazzled in pearls and trailing a flamboyant lace train down the back of her head. For a moment, Karlee thought that the pregnant maid of honor, Lana, had changed her outfit.

All three were visibly a few drinks into a very fun evening. A slightly lost look to the eyes. A lock of red hair over the forehead. The hem of a tube top unevenly tilted down across the top of one small breast.

"Lois!" Livi raised her arms above her head and rushed to the blonde. She hugged the younger woman close to her.

The girl hugged Livi back, but seemed a little less enthusiastic than the now inebriated middle-aged Argentine. "Mom, you disappeared."

Mom.

Karlee put two and two together. Livi was the mother of the bride. Lana, her pregnant daughter, was the maid of honor. This doppleganger, resplendent in white, had to be the center of tonight's festivities. The bachelorette of this bachelorette party.

"Oh, I'm sorry, querida." Livi kissed her daughter on the cheek. "I didn't mean to leave you too long. Lana, Carol and I had just stepped outside for some fresh air." Karlee looked over the heads of the three new girls to the dance floor. Bill's mustache flared above his happy open mouth as his arms rose and fell, one than the other, in a silly but adorable set of steps. Karlee could see the silver-haired Carol had turned her back to him and was bent slightly at the waist, grinding her backside into the happy biker. Lana, being shorter, was more difficult to see. A pair of wrists shot up amid the crowd, extending horn-fingers as at a rock concert, and swaying too and fro to the music.

Ah. Yes. All three accounted for.

"I made some new friends," Livi explained to her daughter, pulling back and extending an arm toward the busty brunette and blonde she'd been drinking with in front of the bar. "This is Betty." Livi's voice was flush with pride and lust, as though sharing a fantastic fisherman's story about a wildly large catch. "She's really, really pretty," Livi winked.

"Um, okay." The bride looked over the breast-tastic maven. Betty, who seemed to have charisma pouring from between her half-exposed melons, stepped forward quickly and took one of Lois's hands between her own.

"It's so good to meet you." Those blue eyes sparkled. "Congratulations!" she offered with unfeigned sincerity.

"Um, thank you." Lois couldn't help notice, as anyone would, that Betty's giant boobs were begging to be ogled. The bride stumbled a bit with any more of a reply. Betty quickly introduced the third member of their temporary drinking trio.

"And this is Karlee," she placed a hand on the brunette's back and nudged her forward a little bit. The action opened Betty's blouse even more and the hint of a nipple peaked out from under the loose fabric. Livi's eyes were riveted. The redhead and the black girl shared a quick glance with each other. Karlee stepped forward as quietly directed. Her own nipples, of course, were still very prominently visible through her cum-stained white tank top.

"Hi!" Her dazzling smile was still on display. She addressed herself to the bride. "We met Lana just a little bit ago. She's very kind. Congratulations!"

"Yeah, um, thank you." Three sets of young female eyes moved from Betty's breasts to Karlee's breasts and back. "Oh, um, these are my bridesmaids." Lois gestured first to the lithe black girl. "Kenya."

"Pleased to meet you," Betty stepped forward and, releasing Lois's hand, took Kenya's.

"And, um... Scarlet." She nodded at the curvaceous ginger. The redhead lifted a hand timidly and waved a few fingers at the new girls that the bride's mother had somehow acquired.

Betty leaned in. "You must be having such a great time!"

"Um, yeah..." began Kenya. "Actually, we just came down to grab another round of...." Her big black eyes turned from Betty, still touching her hand, to the bar. Apparently she had meant to order another round of drinks, but the drinks were already there. Bruno stood with one hand on his hip, as pleased with himself as a cat with a canary. In front of him on the bartop sat two trays, one filled with six beige-on-tan shooters topped with whipped cream, and the other with six imported longnecks, tops already popped and each sporting a lime in its mouth.

"Oh, and one Shirley Temple for the sister," Bruno reminded himself, quickly filling a glass with ice, sprite, grenadine, and a cherry.

"How... how did he do that?" Karlee stared incredulously. Wasn't it just a moment ago that she was inviting the man to plow her boyfriend? When did he have time to collect six citrus beers and mix six shooters?

Bruno flashed his trademark smirk at Karlee and held up his hands to either side of his lean torso. "I'm good. I'm so good."

She grinned back, understanding that he meant it in more than one way. "Yeah, you are."

He jutted his chin, glad that she understood his innuendo.

"Okay, then. Um, Scarlet?" Kenya half-turned to her bridal party companion.

"I got you," the redhead responded. The curvaceous ginger eased her assets around the back of Livi. It was crowded around the bar, of course. The Argentine giggled and made a silly face at Betty as the redhead's tits brushed over her shoulder blades. Scarlet leaned over a sitting patron and carefully picked up the tray of beers.

"I'm gonna... if it's alright...." Kenya tried not to look at Betty's boobs as she slowly pulled her dark hand out from between Betty's older ones. She pointed toward the bar, indicating that she needed to retrieve the other tray.

Betty's bright smile beamed down at the nervous girl. "Why, of course, Sweet Tea." Betty pulled aside just enough to allow the cornrow-haired girl access to the bar... but also just enough that, as Kenya squeezed by, her own chest brushed under and lifted the older woman's half-exposed and massive mammaries. "There ya go," Betty grinned. The girl in the tube top blushed and leaned her lithe frame in to the bar as her friend had. With equal care, she lifted the tray of shooters.

The bride had a question for her mother. "Where's Andy? Didn't he go with you?" She looked around the bar, as though this Andy person might be hiding behind one of the adjacent groups of patrons.

Livi shook her head. "No. Just Lana and Carol. I thought he was with you."

The black girl, now holding her tray of shooters, looked back at Betty, who grinned and gestured that she should pass again. The curvaceous blonde also puffed out her ass and chest, though, making it clear that returning from the bar would cost the pretty Kenya another breast-to-breast experience. The cornrow-haired girl took a deep breath and tried not to stare as she turned sideways to ease past Betty. Her attempts to not stare failed.

As her tube top pressed against the underside of the taller blonde's big juicy tits, Betty's jugs rose and rounded to the eye. Kenya's face was right there, inches away from the soft light skin of the middle-aged woman's whoppers. Karlee could see the girl's eyes widen and stare. Her progress slowed as she, too, like Karlee and Livi before her, became hypnotized by Betty's motherly and voluptuous charms.

Betty simply smiled as the girl quietly eased across her chest, finally making it past the southern dame with a mix of relief and disappointment.

Scarlet had already returned to the side of the bride. "We're gonna...." Scarlet nodded down the bar toward the DJ booth. Lois nodded. Kenya blinked a few times and turned. She threw a sideways glance back at Betty and Karlee before following her friend. With slow steps, and careful to thread a deliberate path among the gathered patrons, the two made their way down past Aspyn's half of the bar.

"Andy was already wasted." The bride seemed not to have caught on to the dilemma of her now departed bridesmaid. "I haven't seen him in...." Lois looked around.

"Well, when you bring your gay friend to a gay bar...." chuckled Livi.

Karlee looked around, thinking to be of some help. "What does he look like? This Andy friend of yours."

Livi craned her neck to search the bar as well. "Pues, he looks like... um...." Her eyes lit up and she stifled a laugh. "He looks like that." She pointed a finger toward the stage on the far side of the dance floor.

"Yeah, shake that ass!" DJ Jamie's voice rang out with mirth over the loudspeakers. "It looks like we're starting the stage show a bit early tonight, eh, boys?"

Karlee's eyes followed Livi's extended finger. On the split-level stage, among the bridal paraphernalia, a very drunk and very exhibitionist man was dancing. He appeared to be in his early 30s, with his hair neatly coiffed and both lobes sporting shiny earrings. He was wearing a tight rainbow-flag mesh shirt over his thin frame and... and a pair of blue briefs. The man's pants were around his ankles as he danced, apparently quite liberatingly drunk, on the wedding-bedecked stage.

"Well, fuck." Lois pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers.

"Yeah, Andy! Take it off!" A voice just like Lois's rang out from the dance floor.

"Was that Lana?" Livi asked.

"Probably," Lois sighed. Her bridesmaids, Kenya and Scarlet, had already disappeared with the trays of drinks. She flagged Bruno down again and placed her hand on the bar. "Rum and coke, please. Make it stiff." Her bridal veil slipped down across her cheek as she leaned over the bar.

"Always stiff," Bruno quipped, shooting a sidelong glance at the busty Karlee before grabbing a bottle of rum and the bar gun.

In just a moment he'd slipped a cuba libre across the bar to the bride. Lois grabbed it and tossed back a third of it.

"Woah, Lois!" Livi's eyes grew wide. She touched a hand against her daughter's forearm to signal that perhaps the drink be consumed at a slightly slower pace.

The bride looked at her mom skeptically. "If everyone else gets to have fun at my bachelorette party, then so do I." Lois turned her bridal-veiled head toward Betty. "She wants to fuck you, by the way. My mom wants to do naughty things with you."

Livi practically squawked and turned on her heel to follow after the two drink-bearing bridesmaids, vodka soda clutched tightly in her hand. Apparently after a pair of shooters, she was just embarrassed enough of her Betty-crush to make an even bigger spectacle of herself by attempting to run away from an overt acknowledgement of her lesbian desires. Karlee almost giggled watching the cute little woman slide her way through the crowd with two shooters' worth of alcohol toying with her muscle control and depth perception.

Betty watched the woman reach the end of the bar and turn left into a dark hallway between the end of the bar and the DJ booth. The busty blonde nodded to herself, apparently sufficiently familiar with the layout of the establishment to have a good idea where Livi was fleeing to.

"Um, sorry," Lois scratched at her scalp with her free hand. "I didn't mean to... I mean...."

"It's okay," Betty turned gently to the bachelorette. "I know what she wants."

Lois blinked a few times. "You... I mean... she's my mom, so...."

"She's a woman," Betty interjected, glancing briefly at Karlee, as though what she was about to say applied equally to the brunette as to the mother of the bride. "A woman can be a woman, especially here." She gestured above her head as to the whole establishment. The movement pulled almost all of her breast out from behind its blouse curtain. Both Karlee and Lois noticed. "Here a woman can both want and can have. We always want, even in secret." She smiled conspiratorially. "Sometimes it's nice to actually get what you want, though, you know?"

Lois stared a bit, still holding her rum and coke. "Um... okay." She thought for a moment. "I like you." She raised her glass in respect.

Betty smiled, accepting the gesture.

"Are you with...?" Lois pointed back and forth between Betty and Karlee.

Betty and Karlee shared another glance, and the southern belle's sweet smile was genuine. "Not yet. Not that way, at any rate. When she's ready."

Karlee couldn't help but feel a certain warmth and appreciation toward Betty. It was quite similar, she realized, to how she'd reacted to Bill. Both partners in this married couple were definitely sexually interested in Karlee... among others... but both showed restraint... and respect. It made Karlee feel more at ease.

Also, she'd just pounded two shooters and Betty was fucking gorgeous.

The melon-heavy maven continued explaining herself and her situation to the bride. "I'm married, if you'd care to know. My husband is out on the dance floor with your sister and your..." She frowned. "What exactly is your relationship to Carol, by the way?"

Lois glanced over her shoulder but couldn't see much of the dance floor. "Oh, um, Carol's my future mother-in-law."

Well, that was interesting. Karlee did the math in her head. The bachelorette party that was here, then, consisted of Lois the bride, Lana her pregnant sister and maid of honor, two of her friends, Kenya and Scarlet, apparently a gay male friend, Andy, and both her own mother, Livi, and her fiance's mother, Carol. Seven. That explained the number of shooters and longnecks that the two bridesmaids had carried away... accounting for the non-alcoholic drink for Lana.

"Is there a father-in-law?" Betty asked. Karlee understood why. The silver-haired and silver-dressed woman had been ogling Bill since having met him.

"Um, they're not together anymore."

Betty nodded, seemingly satisfied that her husband wasn't about to turn unintentional homewrecker.

"Looks like we've got ourselves an eager little slut-boy, gentlemen!" The voice of DJ Jamie laughed over the loud club music. The man Andy had lowered his briefs and was gleefully swinging his dick around for the hooting crowd below him on the dance floor. He turned around as best he could with his shorts and underwear around his ankles and drunkenly attempted to twerk.

Karlee laughed. It was obvious that the man was both wasted and yet loving the attention he was getting.

Lois watched and finally shook her head with a smile. "Jeez, okay." She looked over the two women in front of her. "I'm sorry for cockblocking my mom. I'm a little drunk, I think."

"It's okay," Betty assured her. "You're supposed to be a little protective of her."

Lois seemed to make a quick and half-planned decision in her head. "Come on," she said to Betty and Karlee. Leading with the hand holding her drink, she grabbed one of Betty's with her other. Betty swung her drink-holding arm under Karlee's elbow and the three of them set off perpendicular to the bar, following in the direction that both the bridesmaids and Livi had disappeared toward.

As they passed the far end of the bar, Karlee felt Betty's arm stiffen a bit under her own. The busty blonde, still letting herself be led through the crowd by the bride, seemed to have her gaze fixed for a few moments on the curly-ringletted barback behind this end of the bar.

Aspyn was busy. Karlee saw her nod to a huddle of four rambunctious men and then dig under the bar for a pair of freshly washed rocks glasses which she quickly filled with ice and then whiskey. She was beautiful, Karlee decided right away. Tight blonde curls down to her shoulders. Full lips. Golden skin. Full breasts on a torso to die for.

And the girl had been turned on in Professor Jackson's psych class by Tommy's anal exhibitionism.

The barback glanced up briefly from her work, locked eyes with Betty for a pair of seconds, saw that the southern belle was being ushered through the crowd between two young beautiful women, blinked, and then returned her attention to her work at the bar.

It was just enough for Karlee's mind to note. There was something else going on here that she hadn't quite pieced together.

As they neared the DJ booth, the tall redheaded MC inside pumped a fist and called out to the crowd. "Look at that needy ass, gentlemen. I'm sure one of our esteemed patrons could help scratch that itch, couldn't you?"

The crowd hollered with laughter and cries of volunteerism.

"I'll do it!"

"He looks primed to me!"

"Do we both have to be drunk?"

Here, directly across from the stage, Karlee could see that the Andy guy had found a black top hat somewhere among the stage's wedding-themed decor and had put it on his head while showing off his naked ass and hard-on to the crowd.

Naked ass. That made her smile. It also made her glance around for the two go-go dancers she'd spied from a distance earlier. Neither of the go-go platforms at the near corners of the dance floor were occupied. Apparently Ricky and Ramon were on break? Had they made a more intimate appointment with some very generous patrons? Was that a thing here? Karlee couldn't be sure. She was disappointed not to get a closer look at the sexy young men, though.

Lois pulled Betty and Karlee to the left beyond the end of the bar. As they turned off the dance floor, Karlee got a close-up view of DJ Jamie, just a few feet away in her booth. The woman was tall and beautiful, with long red-hair and a nose so turned up at its rosy tip that it probably had been sculpted that way.

"I see we have a volunteer!" the master of ceremonies laughed. As Karlee got pulled away from the stage, she saw a man descend one of the second-story staircases down to the stage to join Andy. It took her a moment to put a name to the familiar face, but she'd met him earlier that evening. A slightly rotund Latino man with an affable disposition.

Gordo. That was the name. Or at least the moniker. She'd met him outside after she'd parked, when she'd first spoken with Rocco the bouncer. Gordo and Timo had been sitting outside together next to Rocco. Timo, she remembered, was a bottom, but Gordo was a....

The vector of pull from Betty's arm changed suddenly, and Karlee turned her head to make sure she didn't run into anything. Lois and Betty had veered right and begun ascending a staircase behind the DJ's booth that Karlee had not seen before. Dimly lit and wide, its steps had been painted a deep red and the walls on either side of its ascension a comparably dark purple.

Karlee followed Betty and Lois up. The three women reached a wide, walled landing, then turned to the right and followed the stair in the opposite direction to reach the second floor balcony of the establishment. Karlee could tell that they were now facing back in the direction of the street. The dance floor had been to her right when she'd entered the club, and was now below her to her left.

The space that they emerged onto was darker and emptier than below. To their right another hallway extended in alluring purple darkness. Karlee could see several doors in that direction, some with strange electronic pads beside their handles. To her left the balcony opened up onto the square space below. She could see the crowd cheering and dancing to the music. She could also see that Gordo had taken Andy in his arms and pushed the man up against one of the festooned poles that flanked the stage.

Lois pulled the two women straight ahead. There, overlooking the space below, and flanked by a low three foot padded wall, was an area with red leather couches, coffee tables, black ottomans, and intimate love seats. A low gate in the padded wall swung open to Lois's push, and the three women entered.

Karlee quickly deduced what this was. This was a VIP area. The bridal party were VIPs.

On one of the low tables, the two trays of drinks she had seen below had already been deposited and their contents distributed around to the other tables. A shooter and a longneck paired all around.

The VIP suite wasn't unoccupied. Kenya, Scarlet, and Lana looked up at the bride and the two women she brought in tow. Lana was already sipping on her Shirley Temple.

Lois let go of Betty's hand and looked around. "Where's mom?"

Lana stared at her sister and then at the two bridesmaids. "Um, wasn't she with you?"

"Up until a minute ago."

Betty touched Lois's arm. "I know all the good hiding places here. I'll look for her. It's okay." She gestured playfully toward the stage. "You ladies enjoy the show." Her blue eyes lingered on Kenya, who gulped like a gazelle in front of a she-lion.

"Are you sure?" Karlee began.

Betty let Kenya be for the moment. She leaned down and spoke in the cowgirl's ear. "You could always come look for me in a few minutes if you're so inclined, Peaches." Her sultry invitation tickled the hair cascading around Karlee's lobe and over her neck.

Karlee swallowed hard and pulled her head back to look Betty in the eye. One of those big crystal-blue eyes winked flirtatiously. The boobalicious blonde woman stood tall and tilted her head. "Just listen. I'm quite vociferous in the right circumstances... as you very well know."

Karlee gulped hard. She remembered hearing Betty and Bill fucking each others' brains out in their motel room not long ago. Indeed, Betty was a loud lusty woman when in the throes of ecstacy.

Of course, listening to the married couple copulate while role-playing about Karlee herself had led directly to her own pussy getting expertly fingered by the very forward lesbian, Dana, at the bottom of the Rosada Inn's north stairwell.

But what did that have to do with Betty looking for the embarrassed Livi?

"Yeah, Gordo!" someone on the dance floor shouted.

"Fuck yeah!"

The five younger women all turned their eyes to the stage, now half a story below them across from their balcony.

Gordo used his left hand to push down on Andy's rainbow-clad back. The wedding guest pursed his lips and pushed out his butt. The corpulent Latino stuck two fingers of his right hand into his own mouth, got them wet with saliva, and then ran them between the cheeks of the one male member of Lois's bridal party.

The crowd below roared, loving the ad hoc show.

"Betty, what do....?" Karlee turned to address Bill's wife, but she was gone. The busty brunette looked left and right, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.

Scarlet laughed toward the stage. "That little slut!"

"Hey, he's getting more dick than I am," Lana quipped, straining to see.

"Well, fingers," corrected Kenya, taking a deep breath.

"I'd take some fingers," Lana crossed her arms.

That comment seemed to make the girl in the cornrows and tube top squirm a little.

Karlee turned her head toward the maid of honor involuntarily. Fingers. Betty. Dana. Taking fingers. It had only been a little earlier that evening that Karlee HAD taken some fingers. Her first lady-fingers. They had expertly brought Karlee to two orgasms.

"Fingers are good," Karlee said absentmindedly.

It had been the brunette's first sexual encounter with a woman. She had insisted that she wasn't into women at all. She loved dick so much, of course. Tommy's dick. But tonight had taught her already that maybe some other dick... and even some lady attention... weren't outside the realm of what she might want for herself.

It didn't help that her ass was still throbbing around the buttplug she'd pushed inside it earlier.

The pregnant blonde returned the busty brunette's gaze, but seemed to misinterpret the glassiness in Karlee's eyes as something of a come-on.

"Oh, I um..." Lana looked Karlee up and down. It wasn't as though Karlee wasn't a complete smokeshow in her cowgirl boots, Daisy Dukes, and cum-stained white tank-top. "I mean...." The maid of honor tilted her head and wondered for a moment what cowgirl might taste like.

"Yeah! Get those fat fingers up inside that slut!" DJ Jamie's encouragement rang out over the thumping music. In the dance of blue and purple lights, Andy arched his back and moaned. Behind him, Gordo leered and pushed his wetted fingers up inside the man's upturned butthole.

"Yeah," Gordo grunted. "Fucking tight."

"Yeah, he is!" laughed Scarlet, to Kenya.

"Finger 'em good, Gordo!" hollered a man from in front of the stage.

"Make him moan for us!" laughed a woman from the tables to the right of the dance floor.

"I love this place!" shouted another from the balcony to the left of the VIP suite.

"Wooo!" shouted a girl's voice from behind the bar.

"I will have you know," chimed in DJ Jamie, "that we don't normally have newbies getting fingered on stage."

There was a pause while the audience waited for the punchline.

"We usually make you come back a second night before we finger you!" the DJ crowed.

The dance floor erupted with laughter. Karlee wasn't sure how much of the comment was in jest or not.

"Ugh," groaned Andy. "Oh fuck."

"Yeah," leered Gordo. "Such a tight hole."

"Mmmm, I'm not usually this sloppy." Andy flirted over his shoulder.

Scarlet stepped to the balcony railing and cupped her hands to her mouth. "Looking pretty sloppy to me!" she hollered.

More laughter from down below. A few people looked up to see the redhead in the rafters. She beamed back down at them and shook her hips to the music.

"Haha. More than one," grinned a man seated at one of the round tables off the dance floor.

Gordo angled his fingers down and pushed against Andy's prostate. The man practically howled. "Oh my gawd!"

Scarlet clapped her hands. "Perfect!"

Kenya grabbed a pair of the long necks from their tray and joined her fellow bridesmaid at the railing.

"Here," said the black girl, handing one to her friend.

"Thanks." Scarlet took it, clinked her beer bottle against Kenya's, and then held it up in salute to their exhibitionist friend.

"Go get that nut, Andy!" she shouted.

Andy leaned further forward, hanging his weight on the decorated stripper pole. Gordo let go of the man's back and reached beneath Andy's pelvis. With one strong pull, he lifted the man's lower half six inches into the air and shoved his fingers back inside the man's butthole.

"Oh shit!" DJ Jamie cackled. "Damn, Gordo! You're getting ME hot and bothered!"

Gordo looked up from his fingering of the drunk man and grinned toward the DJ booth. Apparently he appreciated the compliment. Perhaps he was also silently promising something pleasant for the near future.

The bride and her sister joined the bridesmaids at the railing. Lana sipped at her Shirley Temple. Lois had already downed the second third of her Cuba Libre.

"Things you never know about your boss, right?"

Karlee stuttered. "I'm sorry. What?"

Lois looked over her shoulder and gestured toward the stage with her drink. "Oh, Andy's our boss. Like, at work."

Kenya and Scarlet turned and smiled. "All of you?" asked Karlee.

"Not me," Lana put a hand on her hip and leaned backward to ease a bit of the weight on her belly. "Just these whores."

Kenya shrugged apologetically. "The one gay guy in a gaggle of girls. It's cliché, we know."

Scarlet turned back to the balcony and shouted again across to the stage. "Make him scream!"

Gordo seemed to hear her over the thumping club music and pulled Andy's backside even higher under his arm. His right hand pistoned in and out, in and out, of the man's upturned backside.

"Oh fuuuuuuck!" wailed Andy.

"There we go!" Scarlet clapped. Lowering her volume just for her companions on the balcony, she added, "He's good people, but he can be a real messy cunt when he wants to be. So this works."

Kenya laughed and took a swig of her beer. "If only Debbie from Accounting could see this."

Lois finished the last of her drink and set the empty glass on a nearby table. "Or Mr. Fetterman."

"Or that skeezebucket Phil," offered the redheaded bridesmaid.

Kenya shook her head. "Ugh. That guy sucks."

Scarlet gestured with her beer toward the stage. "Maybe he just needs a little treatment like this to loosen him up."

The black girl nearly snorted beer out her nose. "God, can you imagine? That dude's a grade-A homophobe."

"And a misogynist."

"And he smells weird," interjected Lois. She picked up one of the remaining beers and upended it between her lips.

"So what I'm hearing is that Scarlet wants to peg him."

Now it was the redhead's turn to lose her shit. She almost doubled over with laughter. "Oh my god. Don't do that to me!" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"What?" Her fellow bridesmaid seemed proud at the reaction she'd elicited from the curvy redhead. Kenya cocked her head to the side and brought her beer bottle to her lips again. Matter-of-factly she added, "He'd probably cry."

That put both Lois and Scarlet into absolute stitches.

"Oh my god, can you imagine?" The bride wiped a tear out of her eye and spilled beer out of the end of her longneck. "Girl, you'd be all like..." The bride put her beer bottle at her crotch to simulate having a cock, and then began to slowly rut forward and back, as though plowing an invisible man-ass. Golden liquid fell out of the end with each reversed thrust.

Kenya and Scarlet both laughed and laughed.

"And then you'd be like..." Lois bent her knees and changed her angle of performative penetration, pushing up comically as though pulling a larger person down reverse cowgirl onto her beer bottle penis. "And then like...." She began to swat at the air in front of her, as though violently slapping ass cheeks.

"Oh my gawwwwwd!" howled Scarlet, clutching her chest with one hand and trying to keep her longneck upright in the other.

"There is something wrong with all y'all," Lana deadpanned. Being sober, and not knowing this hypothetical douchebag that her sister and her bridesmaids wanted to peg, probably made it harder for the joke to land with her.

Lois kept fucking the invisible man in front of her. "Oh, come on. Admit it. All these gay guys around here, and you haven't once thought about ass?"

Lana crossed her arms. "I want diiiiiiiiiiick, dammit."

Lois laughed. "Fine." She then stuck an arm out comically as though performing a reach-around and began to mime a handjob in time with her invisible ass-plowing. "Dick," she said smugly.

Lana rolled her eyes. "Peaches here agrees with me, right?"

Karlee had been taking a long slow sip of her vodka soda to avoid getting involved in the discussion. Of course, Karlee knew exactly what it was like to peg some hot man-ass. She'd done it to her beautiful Tommy. "Um, what? Peaches?" The fruit-based nickname seemed strange coming from someone other than Betty.

"Dick or ass?" Lana asked.

"What now?"

Lois clarified for her sister. "Dick?" She whipped her wrist up and down. "Or ass?" She undulated her pelvis and the beer bottle she was holding to it.

"Oh...." Karlee's brow furrowed as her mind filled with pleasurable memories of the experiences she'd had riding Tommy's cock, cumming on Tommy's cock, fingering Tommy's ass, shoving toys up inside Tommy's ass. "I...." Her eyes glossed over again.

Lana cocked her hip. "Why is this a hard question? It's not like you've ever...." The maid of honor stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped in sudden recognition. "Oh my god! You've pegged him, haven't you?"

Lois stopped thrusting her beer bottle into her invisible coworker. "Wait. What?"

Lana pointed a finger at Karlee, but addressed her sister and the two bridesmaids. "This girl's boyfriend! Oh my god, of course you have!"

"Huh?" Kenya checked with Scarlet, but the redhead didn't have any clue either.

"This girl's boyfriend. He's getting fucked right now," Lana crowed.

"Seriously?" Lois straightened up and considered Karlee with a bit more respect than she might have a moment earlier.

"Oh, um...." Karlee hadn't minded sharing Tommy's experience with Bruno, especially. Bill and Betty had known about Tommy and Frank already, so she hadn't needed to tell them. She felt a bit reluctant, though, to parade her boyfriend's anal deflowering around to these drunk girls like it was a party trick.

"Like... by a dude?" Scarlet asked, and her eyes drifted back across to Andy, ass in the air, fingers plumbing his prostate, howling like a whore in heat.

"Yeah!" Lana grinned excitedly. "It's hot. Oh my god, it's so fucking hot!"

Lois sauntered up to Karlee, quite drunk. "I see. You the sharing type, then?"

"I...." Karlee wasn't sure where this was going.

"You've definitely pegged him, right?" Lana was practically bouncing. "Right?"

"I mean...." Karlee blushed. She looked around the VIP area, hoping that either Bill or Betty would reemerge from their disappearance, but neither did.

"Oh my god, you have!" Lana squealed. She looked to the two bridesmaids. "He's gorgeous. Abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous."

Kenya and Scarlet both blinked at Karlee. This new girl was suddenly a lot more interesting.

"I mean... Yeah, he's... he's handsome." Karlee felt the need to accentuate Tommy's positive qualities. "He's... He's my Tommy."

"Awwww, that's sweet," Kenya smiled.

"And you fuck him," Scarlet wanted to clarify. "Like... I mean, yeah, he fucks you, but like... you fuck him too?"

Karlee's silent blushing answered the question for her.

"Well, shit!" Lois beamed, clinking her now mostly empty beer bottle to Karlee's rocks glass. "Color me officially impressed. You, girl, are a steely eyed missile man."

Karlee gulped. "Um, thanks."

"So how's this dude's technique, huh?" The bride laughed and gestured to Gordo and Andy.

"I...." Karlee stuttered.

"Woah! None of that!" came the DJ's voice over the loudspeaker.

The busty brunette jumped as though reprimanded, but the remonstration was not for her.

Someone on the dance floor had pulled out a cell phone to film Andy's exhibitionist ass-fingering. Someone else nearby immediately pushed an arm down across the device.

"Remember we have a strict do-not-fucking-film-anything policy here, please!" DJ Jamie's voice chided the offender. "If you dislike that rule, you can take it up with Rocco."

A quick moment of discomfort, like a minor chord in the music, disrupted the glee inside the club, but the phone was quickly put away, and the threat to involve the burly bouncer came and went without further incident. The music continued humming. The blue and purple lights continued swirling about the dance floor. Gordo continued to finger-fuck the moaning man under his arm.

"Whew!" Scarlet leaned into Lois. "I probably would have filmed this if I'd remembered to."

The bride grinned. "It'd make for a helluva Christmas Party slide show."

"Fuck yeah, it would." The redhead agreed, and took a swig of her beer.

The bride tried to do the same, but seemed slightly perplexed that no alcohol was entering her mouth. She looked into her bottle, then drunkenly surveyed the VIP area.

Turning back to Karlee, she asked, "Hey, where's Carol, anyway?"

Karlee's mouth opened and then closed. Carol. The woman with silver hair and the silver blouse. "Oh, um. The last I saw, she was with... Bill." Karlee frowned a bit. They'd been gone a while, hadn't they?

"Bill?" asked the bride. "Who's Bill?"

"Oh, um... Betty's husband."

Lois's eyes grew comically wide. "Husband?" Karlee could see the wheels slowly turning in the bachelorette's head.

"Yeah." Karlee wasn't sure how to explain, or if it was even her place to. "They, um.... They're...." Her voice trailed off.

Lois seemed to get the gist of Karlee's silence. "Damn," she concluded, and took a swig from her beer bottle. She cocked her chin and smiled to herself. "Damn," she said again, this time almost in a quiet congratulations to Betty.

"Yeah," Karlee smiled, and took a sip from her glass.

The bride cocked an eyebrow at her sober maid of honor. "You brought us a pair of bona fide freaky chicks, sis."

"I guess so!" Lana was still grinning about the pegging thing. "At least their guys are."

"You meet the husband?"

"Oh. Oh, yeah," Lana's eyes unfocused for a moment. "Dude's bi. Also, he's got the thickest cock in the whole damn state."

Scarlet spat out her beer, narrowly avoiding launching it over the balcony's railing onto the crowd below.

"What?" The bride sputtered.

"Yeah." Lana crossed her heart to emphasize her sincerity. "Thing's thiiiiiiick."

Karlee swallowed hard. She'd seen it. She'd felt it. She'd failed to be able to close her fingers around it. Big Bill's bigness was, indeed, a girthy masterpiece.

"Peaches knows what I mean," grinned Lana.

"Fuckitty fucking fuck," cursed the bride. "That too?" She seemed both exasperated and incredibly impressed. "How many sexy men are you hiding in those tiny shorts of yours, girl?"

Karlee stepped back half a step. "I'm not... hiding... um, anyone...."

"He's gotta be with Carol right now," Lana offered.

That seemed to make the bride even more comically upset. "I gotta fuck that old lady's pampered son for the rest of my life, and she gets girthy goodness at my bachelorette party?"

Karlee began to wonder whether Lois really wanted to be married at all. The more tipsy she got, the more bawdy and beligerant she had gotten as well.

"Oh my gawwwwd!" wailed Andy.

"Quit yer bitchin' and come watch this!" gestured Scarlet to the bride.

"Fine," pouted the drunk bachelorette. "But I'm not done being mad about not getting any tonight."

Lois rejoined her two bridesmaids at the railing, where they watched their boss getting fingered on a wedding-themed stage while dozens of drunk patrons watched and cheered from the dance floor below.

Lana took the opportunity to sidle up next to Karlee.

"Um," the brunette wasn't sure what to say. "So... Lois...."

"Yep," Lana nodded and drank more from her Shirley Temple.

A bit of silence. "Right," Karlee frowned.

"Why haven't you asked yet?" Lana kept watching the show across the way.

The brunette in the Daisy Dukes didn't know what question she was supposed to have asked. "Excuse me? Ask what?"

The maid of honor gestured toward her sister with her glass. "Our names. You haven't asked about Lois and Lana yet."

Karlee blinked a few times. "Oh. I just... it didn't occur to me." She thought about it. Livi. The mom had a four letter name that started with L. Both her daughters did as well. Made sense, she thought.

"Seriously?" asked the pregnant girl.

"Um...." Karlee wasn't trying to offend.

"Superman?"

Karlee didn't know what Lana was talking about. Lana. Lois. Wait. Weren't those the names of characters from Superman? A girlfriend or something?

"Um...." There was some missing part of this. She wasn't particularly steeped in comic book lore, sadly.

"Lois and Lana?" the maid of honor prompted.

Karlee raised her shoulders in an apologetic shrug.

"Ah." The blonde considered her glass for a moment. "Well, you're the first in a long time, Smallville."

Karlee didn't understand the nickname, but between Missy and Peaches and Cowgirl, she'd acquired quite a menagerie of cutsie nicknames this evening. What was one more?

Lana raised her glass to Karlee. Karlee raised her own vodka soda in response. It seemed the polite thing to do.

"Here's to anonymity," Lana toasted.

Karlee simply nodded politely, and they both drank.

The rhythm of another song filled the blue and purple air. Karlee took a deep breath. She was at least a little drunk. She felt warm and wobbly. She felt horny. Her pussy had been dripping all night and her ass was still pleased as punch to be carrying that butt plug around.

Karlee thought about Bill. She thought about Betty. She really thought about Tommy.

"What's he like?" Lana asked quietly.

"I'm sorry, what?" said Karlee.

The pregnant girl sighed heavily and asked again. "What's he like?" She swallowed. "Your boy?"

Karlee looked at the girl. The sober girl. The sober pregnant girl. Why would she...?

Oh. Oh, right.

Lana had mentioned earlier that the father of her baby wasn't in the picture anymore. And Karlee had a boy she adored... and who she'd brought with her on a wonderful sexual adventure.

"You mean my Tommy?"

Lana looked into her glass. "Yeah."

"Oh, well, he's...." Karlee looked into her own glass. It was three quarters empty by this point. She felt warm. She felt a bit too comfortable, Then again, thinking about Tommy made her more comfortable than anything else. "He's sweet. Really sweet." She smiled. "He's kind. He's cute. He's... he's kind of innocent. In all the right ways." She couldn't help but smile. "I'm... I've kind of been corrupting him, so to speak. Being adventurous and all. It's been fun. A lot of fun. But..." She let her thoughts flow a bit more. "But he's adorable. Sexy as all fuck. Considerate. Loves me." She looked up and said it again. "He loves me."

Lana scooted a little closer to Karlee. "You're a lucky girl, you know that?"

Karlee nodded. "I know."

There was a long pause between the two young women.

"I could just go for some dick, though," smirked Lana, as though to break the tension.

Karlee chuckled. "I hear you."

"You see those go-go dancers they had out here earlier?"

"Oh my god, yes!" grinned the brunette.

"So sexy, right?" Lana grinned.

"Very. Very sexy," agreed Karlee.

Another pause.

"I could do that," Lana nodded to herself.

Karlee smiled. "Yeah? Well, they looked good."

"Fuck yeah, they did," the pregnant girl grinned. "Did you see their, um....?"

Karlee's big grin sparkled. "Yeah. Yeah, I saw."

"Nice, right?"

"Nice," Karlee agreed.

"Longer than Bill, but skinnier."

"Still good," Karlee lifted her glass to Lana's.

"Still good," the maid of honor agreed. "Really good."

"Cum already!" Scarlet shouted, breaking the intimacy of the small conversation between Lana and Karlee.

The crowd on the dance floor began to raise fists and chant. "Cum! Cum! Cum!"

DJ Jamie squealed with glee and jumped onto the chant. "Cum! Cum! Cum!"

Gordo began to move his fingers in and out of Andy's puckered ass in time to the chant. The man in the rainbow shirt howled, his ankles flailing in the air hilariously. "Fuck! Fuck!"

"Hahaha!" Scarlet clapped her hands.

"Take it, bitch!" shouted Lois.

Gordo managed to twist his left hand around underneath Andy while he held the smaller man half in the air. His thick fingers wrapped themselves around the wailing man's leaking dick. He tugged on it as best he could while still fervently fingering that opened upturned ass.

"Oh my gawwwwd!" wailed Andy.

"Looks like we might be in the home stretch here, folks!" crooned DJ Jamie.

"Almost there!" laughed a man dancing right in front of the stage.

"Shut up, Timo. I'm busy," hissed Gordo through his teeth.

Timo kept ribbing his friend anyway. "Almost theeeeeeeeeeere!" He simulated the voice of someone on the brink of orgasm, and then laughed to himself.

"Oh my god, I am!" wailed Andy.

"There ya go, pal," said Kenya, almost to herself.

"Yay!" roared the crowd. "Let's gooooooooooooo!"

"Oh fuck!" Andy's face scrunched up as he tumbled over the edge of orgasm. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

Gordo's stubbled face leered triumphantly. His chubby fingers tugged as quickly as they could on Andy's penis. That penis erupted, spewing cum onto the floor at the edge of the stage and, a little, into the crowd. "Yeah!" gloated the larger scruffy man.

"Faaaaack!" Andy convulsed under Gordo's arm.

"Get it!" screamed Scarlet, bouncing up and down.

"Thar she blows!" laughed Kenya.

"Hahaha!" jeered a few in the crowd at those who'd been close enough to the stage to get semen on them.

"Meh. It's what I come here for." One happy customer turned and let his boyfriend inspect his hair and face.

"And that's how we do it here at the Blue Boy Bar, ladies and gentlemen!" DJ Jamie flipped over to a new celebratory song with deep beats and a base line that begged hips to sway and feet to stomp.

Karlee found herself swaying along to it, smiling.

"Well, that was fun," Lana said to her.

"Yeah. Yeah, it was," Karlee agreed.

"Yeah! Cum, you whore!" slurred the sloppy bride, fifteen seconds too late. She smacked her lips, seemed to lose focus again for a moment, and then turned to her bridesmaids. "Is it over?"

Kenya and Scarlet looked. Gordo was gently setting Andy's feet back on the floor. Their well-fingered boss's torso was heaving, but he grinned and took an awkward bow while the dance floor clapped and hooted.

"Now that we're all horny as fuck, let's daaaaaaaaaance!" whooped DJ Jamie.

Another beat dropped. Hard. Making the magical space inside the building reverberate as with the throbbings of the human libido.

"Well, Andy's part's over," said Lana.

"Then I'm just getting started!" The bride began to shake her hips side to side. She grabbed her bridesmaid's hands. "I want shooters. You want shooters? We should do shooters."

"Um, okay," Kenya agreed.

"You too, Preggers," Lois insisted.

"Dude. That's not how this works," Lana deadpanned.

"Pffft. You're not always the good one," Lois pouted.

"No, but I'm definitely the one who can't drink right now," her sister said.

"Booooo." Lois handed shooters to Scarlet and Kenya, then offered another two to Lana and Karlee, even though each of the latter two still held a glass in her right hand.

Not wanting to be rude, Karlee accepted the shooter with her left. "Um, what are these?"

Lois did a little drunk dance to show how pleased she was with herself. "Blowjobs, of course!" Her short white dress rode up to the tops of her thighs.

"Ah."

Made sense, both in terms of context and company.

"Take it," Lois insisted to her sister.

"I'm. Pregnant." Lana articulated, as though trying to get through to the bride through her alcoholic stupor.

"So?" Lois seemed insistent on not understanding. She pushed the shooter again toward her sister.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Karlee hissed to herself. Whatever her motivations might have been, she threw back the shooter in her left hand, tilting it all the way down her own throat. Then she turned the shot glass over onto the nearest table and grabbed the shooter that the bride kept pushing on her sister.

"Bottom's up!" Karlee raised the glass to the bride and the bridesmaids, and then threw that one back, too.

"Oh fuck," Kenya's eyes grew wide.

It took Lois a moment to register what was happening. But then she lifted her fingers into devil horns and shouted. "Wooooooo! Now that's a party girl!" She grabbed a blowjob shooter for herself and lifted it in the air. "Getting wasted, bitches! Blowjobs!" The bride tossed her head back and downed the shooter.

Scarlet and Kenya shrugged to each other and then chugged theirs.

"Fuck yeah," grinned Lois, thoroughly wasted. She pointed a finger at Karlee. "I like you."

Karlee set the second shooter glass down and gripped her vodka soda in the other hand. That was a lot of alcohol. How many was that now? Four shooters and half a vodka soda since she'd come in? Her breasts felt warm and the music was still doing a number on the ache in her pussy and puckered anus. "Um... yeah... so... blowjobs...."

"Yeah. Blowjobs," agreed the bride. She looked down at the tray. "One shooter left." She smirked devilishly at her sister. "Still one for you, prude."

Karlee felt like she had to do something.

The busty brunette in the Daisy Dukes looked at the shooter and then at Lana. "You know what? I think Carol... and Livi...." She nodded to the maid of honor as she deliberately continued. "... need to be part of this, so Lana and I are gonna go look for them, okay?"

Lois blinked for a moment. "Yeah, where are the old ladies anyway?" She seemed lost in a slow thought for a moment.

"Gettin' some, probably," Lana muttered with a tinge of jealousy.

"So you three go ahead. Drink. Dance. Um..." She looked toward the stage. "... maybe help Andy come back up here. You can give him that last blowjob shooter as a reward, or something."

Lois seemed to consider that, and not dismiss the idea outright.

"We'll be back, okay?" Karlee asked the bride and her two friends.

Scarlet shrugged and lifted her shot glass to her lips to lick out the last of its contents. Kenya nodded at busty brunette, seeming to agree with Karlee's gambit to get Lana away from any pressure that she consume alcohol.

"Okay, then." Karlee set a hand on Lana's elbow and pushed her straight through the opposite end of the VIP section. "We'll start over here." What lay beyond the VIP section was a mystery to Karlee, which was probably why she directed the pregnant Lana that direction. "Have fun!"

"When you get back, we're doing blowjob shooters!" Lois called after her sister.

"I can't have booze right now, you sloppy bitch! I need cock!" Lana shouted behind her as Karlee spirited her away through a little half-wall gate, the mirror of the one she and Betty and Lois had entered from the opposite direction not too long ago.

"Then get cock!" Lois shouted back. "Maybe it'll push that stick outta yer ass!"

"Cunt," Lana muttered under her breath.

"It's fine. She's just had a lot to drink," Karlee assured the pregnant girl.

"Yeah, I guess. So's mom, but she's... well...." The skinny blonde with the baby bump paused for a moment. "I guess that's not a good example."

Karlee wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. It probably wasn't a good idea to discuss the mother's inebriated decision-making with the daughter. Heck, Karlee was now making drunk decisions herself. Those two blowjob shooters might not have been the best idea.

Instead of dwelling on this, she surveyed this end of the second floor. The VIP section faced directly across from the stage. The balcony to its left, she'd seen from below, was flanked by a few round tables and chairs. She saw some empty glasses on a few of them, indicating that they'd been occupied at one point in the evening, but those who'd ventured upstairs had probably gone back down to the dance floor and bar on the first floor.

The balcony to the VIP area's right also had tables and chairs, but there was no sign that this part of the establishment had been visited so far. Karlee made a mental note: the Blue Boy Bar had the capacity for a greater number of patrons than it had tonight. As raucous as the party had gotten, it could get bigger.

Beyond the second story balcony, Karlee could see the far wall was painted crimson, but it lacked decoration. Perhaps because it was a relatively unused portion of the building, it hadn't merited much investment yet. That wall had a large opening in it, though, and the hallway beyond was painted black. It reminded Karlee of a similar hallway to the left of her emergence from the beaded entry hallway.

Now that she thought about it, her mental map told her that the black hallway ahead of them was probably directly above the one she'd seen upon entrance, and that she and Lana were passing above the bar right now.

"Have you ever been here before?" she asked Lana.

"Before tonight? No."

"Okay," frowned Karlee. "Do you have any idea where Carol or... your mom... might be?"

The maid of honor shook her head. "Nope."

"Okay, then." Karlee took a deep breath. "This isn't..." She examined the black opening in the far crimson partition. "... walled off... or closed. There's no door or lock." She led Lana through into a black hallway that extended thirty to forty feet before branching left and right. "I thought it might be, like, an employee only area, but...." She looked first to the left and then to the right. "... maybe not."

To the left the black hall extended above what she thought must be the main entrance hallway that Rocco guarded. There were three nondescript doors this way. Two close to the T-branch and another near the end of the hallway. Opposite the far door was the open top of a stairwell.

So there was a second way to and from the second floor of the building, Karlee noted. That must lead down to the hallway to the left of the bar that she'd seen and ignored upon entering. In her mental map, she put that stair at the corner of the building closest to the lobby of the Rosada Inn. Anyone who knew the layout of this place could come up by the stairwell near the VIP area in the center of the building, or they could take this one in the corner.

Maybe Bill or Betty were up here after all, Karlee postulated.

Each of the three doors in this direction had a pin-pad next to its handle: the kind of thing that might take a credit card's electronic payment. Each also had a small picture and plaque at eye level.

Karlee couldn't read the plaque at the end of the hall to her left, but the nearer doors were legible. The door facing back toward the balcony, obviously concealing a space adjacent to the crimson wall, read "Jungle Room," and was accompanied by a caricature of two Tarzans hanging from vines in a sixty-nine position, each gleefully sucking the other's dick.

Opposite that one hung a plaque that said "Classroom." Above it was a cartoon of a large-breasted and bespectacled schoolteacher in a tiny skirt and plunging button-down blouse. She sat on a desk in front of a chalkboard. Her legs were spread wide, and a head with long blonde hair was buried between them.

"Okaaaaaay...." Lana looked suspiciously at the doors, then back to Karlee.

"I don't know." The brunette lifted her shoulders to express ignorance.

"Hey, I don't think that one's all the way closed." Lana pointed to the "classroom" door. Karlee looked again. The maid of honor was right. The door wasn't latched shut. She stepped toward it and reached a hand for the knob.

But she stopped when she heard a low masculine groan coming from inside.

"What?" Lana asked, drawing closer. Her eyes grew wider. She heard it, too.

"Oh fuck." A deep voice was coming from inside the room.

The two girls looked at each other.

"Yeah," the masculine voice groaned. "Like that. Fuck, you know what you're doing."

Karlee recognized the voice. "Bill," she whispered.

Lana's eyes grew wide, but she nodded. The pregnant girl leaned closer to the door.

"Fuck. Fuck yeah. Like that. Eat those balls. Eat those fucking balls. Mmmmm."

"Holy shit," Karlee whispered again.

Lana smirked. "Your biker man sounds like he's having a great time."

"Uuuugh. Oh. Fuck yeah. Really get in there," Bill moaned. "Fuck yeah. Oh, yeah. Right up in there."

The maid of honor shared a long look with the busty brunette.

"You know you wanna see," the pregnant girl said.

Karlee thought to object, but what Lana had said was true. Someone was performing fellatio on Bill's thick dick. Karlee was horny. Karlee was drunk. What was going on inside that room made Karlee's quim drool.

"I mean...." Karlee's alcohol-loosened brain couldn't come up with a reason not to look.

"I knew it," grinned Lana. "Okay, really slowly, okay?" She reached for the doorknob.

Karlee's nipples hardened and she nodded.

As though she were breaking into a federal facility, or being careful not to wake a sleeping giant, Lana slowly, slowly, turned the knob until the latch had retracted fully into the door. She then gently pulled the door ajar and leaned forward to peer into the room.

The maid of honor took after the stature of her diminutive mother, so it required little effort for Karlee to peek her own head in over that of the sober little blonde.

The space inside wasn't much of a classroom. It was certainly too small to house a full class. Perhaps it might be generous to have described the space as evoking the impression of a classroom. Against the right wall, a blackboard hung, with "SEX ED" printed in large chalk letters across the top. A smattering of posters littered the far wall: the periodic table, a map of North America, a multiplication grid up to twelve times twelve, a close-up of two gorgeous lovers from an old Romeo & Juliet movie. Two student desks floated toward the left of the space, facing the blackboard. In between them and the blackboard squatted a clunky metal desk with a top of faux wood, very much the kind one could imagine a teacher using in a classroom. A swivel chair had been pushed from beneath it against the blackboard.

Across that chair had been flung a pair of large leather pants.

The teacher's workstation was seeing plenty of work at the moment, though.

Hanging over the front and side of the desk, diagonal to the door, Bill's legs twitched and flexed. Between them a silver-backed shape bobbed up and down, its sequined arms resting on the man's thighs.

"Mmmmm," purred a mature voice from that silver-backed head. "You like that?"

Bill was lying on the top of the desk. His hands were clutched to his own head, as though he was trying, and failing, to contemplate something magnificent. "So good. So fucking good."

"This old bitch has still got a few tricks," purred Carol. Her silver-haired head turned at an angle and slowly moved up and down. Lana and Karlee could now see clearly: Carol, the future mother-in-law to Lana's sister, was on her knees and taking her time licking the girth of Bill's significant shaft.

"You're not a bitch," Bill gently chided while getting his cock tongue-bathed. "You're a woman of impeccable taste."

Carol pulled her tongue away for a minute. "You sly old dog. I'm tasting you!"

Bill seemed to chortle a bit on the table, his torso rumbling between the open flaps of his leather vest. "And such good taste you have!"

Lana's mouth opened in a silent "Oh my god."

Karlee bit her lip and squeezed her knees together.

"Mmmmmm," continued Carol. "You do taste as good as advertised."

Bill chuckled. "If you wouldn't mind putting that on my Yelp review...."

The silver-haired woman giggled. "Bastard." She stuck out her tongue and pressed it flat against the underside of his shaft, then snaked it slowly down to his scrotum, taking one of his balls tenderly between her lips and suckling on it.

"Oh fuck." Bill's head fell back onto the desk and he laughed lightly to himself.

"Something funny?" Carol asked before taking his other testicle into her mouth.

He covered his forehead with his arms and grinned. "You're really good at this."

She sucked and licked a little more before responding. "I'd better be. What else did I trade my youth for?"

He spread his knees a little more as she went back to work on him. "You're still young."

"Good answer." She buried her face in his scrotum and rolled its sensitive skin around between her lips. She rubbed her nose into the depression she could create between his testicles. She hummed and dove down on first one ball and then the other.

Lana bit her lip and pressed her free hand into her own crotch. Karlee didn't notice that her own breathing had grown quicker and more shallow. Her nipples poked achingly against the thin material of her tank top. Her anus throbbed around the butt plug.

The scene was sexy. Sexy as fuck.

"Mmmmmm," cooed the silver-haired Carol. The woman tried to wrap a hand around Bill's dick while she munched on his balls, but learned the same thing Karlee had earlier that evening: Big Bill's manhood was too girthy to get a full feminine hand around.

The woman pulled up off the man's scrotum for a moment. "Jeez," she grinned. "How does Betty fit this coke can inside her?"

Bill pulled himself back up onto his elbows. "Practice," he replied with just a touch of arrogance. The word almost caught in the back of his throat, though. As he brought himself up on his elbows to be able to look down and watch Carol fellate him, he saw that the door was ajar and, stacked on top of each other in that cracked doorway, the lust-drunk faces of two gorgeous young women were watching: a blonde on bottom and the ravishing brunette Karlee on top.

Karlee's breath caught in her throat and she slightly coughed.

Lana shot a frustrated glance upward, thinking that the busty cowgirl had given them up.

Carol half turned from between Bill's legs when he chose to chuckle and give up the game. "It looks like we've got a pair of Peeping Toms... er.... Peeping Karlees... and Lanas...."

The silver-haired woman raised an eyebrow at him. "That was the best you could do?"

He grimaced. "Sorry. The old adage is true: men don't have enough blood for both a dick and a brain. It's one or the other."

Carol squeezed his thick cock. "Well, for now keep it in this dick. This thing is wonderful." She cocked her head back toward the door and spoke over her shoulder. "Don't you think so, girls?"

There was no point in pretending anymore. Karlee leaned back and let Lana stand. The skinny blonde with the baby bump righted herself and opened the door enough to let herself into the room. She bit her lip and slid over next to Carol. She lifted one hand tentatively and then set it down on Bill's blonde-tufted thigh. "I think sharing is caring."

The silver-haired maven laughed. "You little slut."

"What?" Lana asked, batting her eyes in faux innocence.

"You need more cock?"

The blonde couldn't stop staring at Bill's member. "I always need more cock."

"Too much cock is why you can't drink any booze tonight," Carol chided jokingly.

"Yeah," the younger woman began to stroke her fingernails over Bill's leg. "But if I can't have one, I wanna drown in the other. Is there really ever such a thing as too much cock?"

The older woman smirked and looked over the tree trunk in her hand. "Touché."

Lana brushed her thigh against Bill's leg. "Besides, I don't think he'll mind."

Carol sat back on her haunches but didn't let go of Bill's rod. Perhaps she was feeling a tad possessive. Perhaps it was simply that she wasn't willing to let go of this wonderfully fat slab of man-meat. "Is that true, man-whore?" she asked Bill. "You want a lotta women slobbering all over this thick dick of yours?"

Bill let his head fall back onto his shoulders. "Oh fuck."

Carol reached with her free hand and gently tugged on Lana's arm, indicating that the girl should kneel and join her between Bill's spread thighs. The girl did as directed, and set what was left of her Shirley Temple beside the foot of the desk. "I'm pretty fluent in understanding men so horny they can't think straight," Carol explained matter-of-factly. "He's fine with this."

Carol lifted herself as erect as she could on her knees, opened her mouth as wide as it would stretch, and pulled the thick, thick head of Bill's big dick between her parted lips.

"Oh fuck," he shuddered.

Lana had a front row seat to Carol's slow sensual sucking of Bill's dick. The woman's lips pulled tight and then released. Her cheeks puckered when she applied just the right amount of suction. She wrapped her lips just under the crown of his cockhead and swirled her tongue around the sensitive glans.

Carol was, of course, a silver-haired fox. How many lovers she'd had in her life, no one else in the room could guess, but it was obvious that the woman loved men, and that she had learned over the years to hone an expertise in cocksucking.

Karlee watched fascinated. When she'd first met Bill tonight, he'd been nude and his cock dangling deliciously between his legs. She'd listened while Betty and Bill had fucked each other silly, all while roleplaying about herself. She'd watched Rocco give the mustachioed biker a fascinating masculine reach-around. She'd then herself had wrapped a hand around Bill's thick dick and felt its heft, its wonderful girth defying her attempt to wrap her fingers all the way around it.

Now she watched another woman suckling contentedly on it. The man was sexy, Karlee had already decided. Not a replacement for Tommy, of course. Bill must be twice her age, she knew. But the man was kind, burly, unafraid, fun-loving, loyal, deliciously bisexual, and sporting a piece between his legs that made her pussy squeal with desire.

Even now her imagination was running wild, wondering what it would be like if she simply tugged her tight shorts off and leapt onto his cock right now. She imagined her own drenched pussy lips wrapping around that girth and pulling it slowly inside of her, stretching each wonderful nerve in her vagina around its circumference.

"Oh fuck, that's so hot," she muttered.

Lana grinned back up at the brunette. "Oh yeah? Then watch this." The blonde lowered her own face to Bill's scrotum and began to kiss his balls and the base of his cock while Carol contentedly sucked on its girthy end.

"Oh my gawwwwd," Bill moaned, pulling his legs as wide as they could go.

It was too much for Karlee. She had enough alcohol in her that whatever inhibitions she might have felt about a situation like this were too distant to remember. Bill was a sexy guy. Bill was erect. Bill was lying on a table getting a double blowjob.

What was it about watching men in sexually submissive scenarios that did it for her, she wondered? The brunette squeezed her knees together, certain she'd gushed enough girl goo tonight that it must be staining the crotch of her tiny shorts. And now this scene in front of her. Two beautiful women were worshiping the delightfully huge cock of a man she was already ready to cream for. Him and his wife.

Fuck, did that thought really pass through her mind? That she wanted to cum for both of them?

Accountable to no one else in the moment, Karlee acknowledged to herself that, yes, she would orgasm for either. Or both. Fuck, the thought was so erotic.

And this was the Blue Boy Bar. She'd come here for adventure, after all. She didn't have to fuck the man yet, but she was certainly horny enough to tease him. That's what she would do, she decided.

Karlee eased herself through the door into the now crowded mock classroom. There was no space between Bill's legs for a third woman, so Karlee shuffled to the side of the teacher's desk and placed a soft hand on Bill's chest.

"Hey, Missy," he grinned up at her.

"Hey there, sexy biker man." She hit him with her devilish grin and began to run her fingers over his bare chest.

His dick leapt inside Carol's mouth.

"Mmmmmmggggglllgg!" the older woman purred around it.

Karlee let her gaze drift down toward his crotch. "Mmmmm, does sexy biker man love having two beautiful women sucking his dick?" Lana, of course, had been salivating all night about cock. Now that she had one under her tongue, the pregnant girl was feverishly kissing and licking the base and balls of the reclining biker.

Bill nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Mmmmm," Karlee's finger traced little hearts through Bill's blonde chest hair. "It looks sooooo sexy."

"Yeah?" he huffed, trying and failing to focus.

Karlee had locked into full ingenue-mode: flirty, well-boozed, and horny. "Uh-huh. So sexy." She jutted out her butt, straightened her back, and bent slowly from the waist toward his face. "So. Damn. Sexy." She was close enough now that her luscious brown hair tickled the man's bare chest. "Don't Carol and Lana suck you soooo good?"

"Uh-huh," he moaned.

"They're sooooo happy. That big juicy dick of yours tastes soooo good to them."

"Oh fuuuuuck. "The man's fingers curled and uncurled.

She leaned in so close that her lips almost touched his ear, her hair cascading over his face. "Can you imagine when it's me and Betty?" she whispered.

His cock lurched again. "Oh fuck."

Karlee's devilishness had come out swinging. She pulled her face up just a bit and set her rocks glass on the edge of the desk. With fire and lust in her sweet brown eyes, she laid both her hands now against Bill's bare clavicles. "I wonder what sorts of naughty things a big strong man like you imagines doing to a sweet, innocent girl like me."

"Jesus Christ," he sucked in his breath.

"Maybe think about what it would look like if I were, say, an innocent schoolgirl in a plaid skirt and thigh-highs."

"Oh fuck," he moaned. It was easy to imagine with her right above him.

"And what it would feel like...." She leaned in low, face hovering just above his. "... if I were on top of you."

"Fuck, Missy." He grunted with pleasure. Carol had started to take him deeper into her mouth.

"Sinking my sweet... succulent... pussy...."

"Oh my gawd!" he hissed.

"... Down... onto your... big... thick... dick."

Karlee's pouty lips were right above his. Her hands roamed up his neck to his jaw.

"Oh fuck!" he grimaced. He was trying so hard not to orgasm yet, but between the two mouths on his cock and balls, and Karlee's nearness and dirty talk, it was a fight he was losing.

"Are you getting close?" Her innocent tone belied the desire underneath her words.

"Fuck." He gritted his teeth. "I'm... I'm trying not to...."

"Oh, poor sexy biker man." She ran her fingers up into his hair and let her breasts brush over his face. "Is it all too much?" She bit her lip, her nipples straining out of her thin tank-top. "Do you need to cum, sexy man?"

Bill turned his head to try and get her breasts into his mouth, this way and that. Sandwiched between her luscious young melons, his mustache and stubble trembled. "I... I need...." he croaked.

She pulled her breasts down across his chin and then his chest, bringing her own face directly over his. Her eyes roamed over his face. "I want you to," she cooed.

"I...." His throat was parched. He could barely speak.

"I want you to cum. Cum for us, sexy biker man."

"Fuck yeah," growled Lana, who dove beneath Bill's scrotum, shoving her nose and tongue against his taint.

"Gllllg. Gllllg. Glllllg." Carol was now bobbing her head up and down on his thickness, trying her best to coax a hot load of semen from this wonderful cock.

"Cum for us," Karlee cooed again. She looked down at his mustache. At his lips.

Lost in the moment, she whispered one last "Cum for us" before she pressed her young full lips to his.

"Mmmmmmmnnnnnn!" Bill tipped over the edge. His eyes and his buttocks clenched. Gurgling ropes of semen erupted from his spit-sloppy balls and raced up his urethra, exploding into the back of Carol's eager waiting mouth.

"Gllllg. Mmmggggggggg." The woman eagerly swallowed his ejaculate as quickly as he could fire it against her soft palate.

Lana felt the man's muscles tense and his balls erupt. Undeterred, she lapped beneath those spasming balls as quickly as her deft little tongue could.

And as Bill came, Karlee sensually pressed her lips against his, pressing and pulling, tilting her face and attacking his face with hers again and again. His mustache tickled her cheeks and the bottom of her nose. It was different... but hot. So hot. Hearing him grunt his orgasm, feeling his muscles tense with his erotic release. She felt sexy. She felt powerful. She felt in charge of his body at that moment, and it was a delicious feeling.

Big Bill had been no match for the combined efforts of three beautiful women.

The man's ejaculations spasmed, each a little slower than the last, and his convulsions eventually subsided. His body slumped onto the teacher's desk.

Karlee tenderly pulled her lips from his and let her hands brush over his stubble as she righted herself above him, a dominant goddess of teasing eroticism towering above the supine and spent man.

She cocked an eyebrow flirtatiously. "Good?"

"Oh my god." His chest rose and fell.

Lana pulled her wet eager face out from under his balls.

Carol sucked the last drops of his sweet jizz from the tip of his thick cock. "Mmmmmm." Her lips finally came off of him, and she licked them with her nimble tongue. "Goddamn, Bill. You sure know how to give a girl a meal."

He smiled a silly, fun smile. "Well..." He was still out of breath. "... I aim to please."

Carol scoffed. "You didn't aim at all. If I wasn't such a conscientious cocksucker, you'd have made quite the mess."

Lana laughed. "To be fair, though, I didn't get any."

Karlee ran her fingers over Bill's chest again. "Awww, that doesn't seem fair, does it?"

He turned an inquisitive brow her way, unsure of where this was going.

Karlee continued. "Lana's been such a good girl all night. And she's wanted cock all night."

Bill looked down at the blonde girl, who beamed, her face still flushed and wet from rutting beneath his scrotum.

"I... I couldn't be unfair now...." Bill slowly agreed.

Karlee's naughty imagination was in full swing, and Bill was quickly learning how it was that Karlee had been able to guide Tommy so adroitly into carnal pleasures.

"No." She adopted an instructive tone and demeanor. "You could not be unfair." Karlee half-turned and gestured toward the silver-haired woman who'd just swallowed Bill's load. "And Carol has earned some very good things from you, wouldn't you say?"

The future mother-in-law thought she saw where this was going, and wasn't about to object. She dabbed a bit at the corner of her mouth while failing to suppress a grin.

"So," Karlee continued, slowly tracing fingers down toward Bill's abdomen, "it seems as though you have two lovely ladies to make happy, good sir."

Bill pulled himself up onto his elbows again and considered the two women who'd just lavished his genitals with their eager mouths. "I... I do insist on paying my debts," he agreed.

"Excellent," Karlee swung about with the crispness of a rigid school-marm. "In that case, Ms. Carol, might I interest your vagina in a ride on a certain man's tongue and mustache? I'm sure Betty could vouch for their expertise." She gestured toward Bill's face. Carol stared for a moment and, seeing no immediate objection from the man on the desk, grinned and nodded.

"I think a nice fair exchange is in order." The woman began to shimmy out of her panties.

"I agree," Karlee nodded professionally. "And poor Lana...."

The baby-bumped blonde jutted her bottom lip out in her best faux pout.

"Poor Lana," Karlee insisted, "has been waiting for cock all night. You at least owe the girl a load of her own, wouldn't you say?"

Bill gulped. He was going to have to perform a pretty quick turnaround on his refractory period here. He didn't argue though. "She's definitely been a very good girl," he agreed.

Karlee winked at Lana, who grinned like the Cheshire Cat. It was nice to not be forgotten, or have her needs made secondary.

Bill pushed himself up to a sitting position while Carol tossed her panties onto one of the student desks and Lana made herself comfortable on her knees under Bill's thick spent dick. "And you?" he tilted his head at Karlee.

Her brown eyes sparkled at him. She leaned down, cupped his chin in her hands, and kissed him again full on the lips. Once. Twice. Three times.

When she pulled back, his gray-blue eyes fluttered. "Damn, Missy. No wonder that boy of yours is addicted to you."

She smiled back and rubbed her nose against his. "I know that if I let myself loose on that cock, I won't be able to stop."

"Ah." He understood.

"I'm so fucking horny." She shut her eyes and shook her head with a giggle.

"I get it," he reiterated. "Maybe after you've had your talk." They both knew what Bill was referring to. Karlee needed to make sure she and Tommy were on the same page about her playing with other people before she let loose and fucked Bill.

She opened her eyes and stared into his. "I'd like that."

He grinned. "Me too."

She slowly stood up. "Besides," she sighed. "I've still gotta find your better half."

Bill's brow furrowed with immediate concern. "Is Betty okay? Where is she?"

"Oh, Livi skittered off when we met Bruno and Betty went to find her."

Bill's concern dissipated. "Oh. Oh, I see." He smiled. It wasn't that Betty was in any danger, then.

"So you're gonna...?" Lana gestured with her head toward the door with a quizzical look.

Karlee nodded and took a deep breath. "I leave him to you capable ladies." She picked her drink up off the corner of the table.

"Oh, I'm extremely capable," Carol insisted. The older woman was now nude from the waist down and Karlee got a gander of her thighs, ass, and pussy.

Karlee hadn't seen much of other women's vaginas. Porn, mostly. A few times she'd seen her roommate walking around their place without pants on. The seeming indifference hadn't rendered those situations particularly erotic to Karlee. Carol's pubes were trimmed neatly, but were more black than gray. That must have been the woman's original hair color then, Karlee surmised.

Carol's legs and backside were in good shape for an older woman, the brunette thought. Really good shape, in fact. And the pussy between her legs? Karlee could see its lips were a little puffy already. She smiled. Carol was excited.

The silver-haired woman noticed Karlee staring. "Everything alright?" she asked.

Karlee started from her staring stupor. "Oh! Yeah. I mean, I... I don't see a lot of, um, pussies."

"Well, that's about to change," grinned Bill to himself.

Carol frowned and looked down at herself. "Oh. I... I know I'm older... and not as pretty as...."

Karlee interjected. "No. No, no, no. That's not it at all. I was just.... It's new to me. And..." She tilted her head and considered Carol's vagina again. "... it's pretty." Not the most complimentary or erudite response, she knew, but at least she was sincere. "It's very pretty," she said again.

Lana giggled from between Bill's legs. "You have a very pretty vagina, Carol."

Carol rolled her eyes. "Well, it's also a vagina that needs eating right now," the older woman insisted.

"Just my specialty," grinned the reclined Bill. "Hop on up."

Karlee watched the confluence of Carol's legs as she lifted herself up onto the teacher's desk and set her feet to either side of Bill's head. The woman lowered herself into a crouch above the man's face.

Bill reached up and wrapped his hands around Carol's thighs, helping her lower herself the last few inches onto his mouth. As her pussy made contact with the man's mustache and lips, Carol's eyes fluttered closed.

"Fuck," she hissed.

"Lookin' pretty limber there for an old lady," joked Lana.

Carol's eyes fluttered with the feeling of a mouth on her pussy. "Shut up, Preggers. Don't you have a dick to suck?"

Lana laughed and looked over Bill's meat. "That I do."

"Then get to it and hope you're half as bendy as I am when you're my age."

"Challenge accepted," said the pregnant blonde.

Bill chuckled into Carol's muff.

"Shut up and suck," said the silver-haired woman, but whether to Lana or to Bill, Karlee could not tell.

"Well," giggled Lana, scooting up to the big slab of cock. "You heard the lady, Mr. Thickness." The blonde ran two hands along either side of Bill's spent penis. It twitched, recognizing the need to get hard again.

"Mmm, nice," cooed the blonde.

Carol yelped and stiffened. Apparently Bill had done something wonderful to her clit. "Yeah," she relaxed. "I've missed getting my cooch eaten."

"Mmmmmmm." The noise rumbled in Bill's chest and throat as he began to return the oral favors that Carol had given him.

Lana stuck out her tongue and pressed it against Bill's cock. Soon she was licking up and down its thickness, becoming more eager as it visibly reacted to her attention by hardening slowly.

"Fuck, yeah, you bastard." Carol grabbed Bill's hair with one hand and pulled his mouth harder into her pussy. "Yeah. Like that." She slowly ground her crotch onto the man's mouth. "That handlebar mustache feels amazing on my cunny."

Karlee watched this threesome for another minute. She wasn't even sure when she'd started rubbing her own crotch through her shorts. Part of her couldn't help being intrigued by Carol's reactions to cunnilingus. She loved it when Tommy ate her.

That thought wasn't helping.

God, she could go for a good tonguing right now.

Another part of her was finding it increasingly difficult to resist joining Lana in loving up on Bill's big dick, which was definitely beginning to stiffen up again.

She'd pegged things correctly a few moments before, though. She knew that if she started with Bill's dick, she wouldn't be able to stop until she'd buried it in her hot horny cunt.

She shook her head and tiptoed to the door. If she didn't absent herself from this now, she wasn't going to be able to.

Karlee slipped back out into the hallway and gently pulled the door of the fake classroom to until she heard the latch catch. Best to give the three of them some privacy.

Out in the dark hallway again, she took a deep breath. The rhythms of the dance music were thumping out through the way she'd entered with Lana from the balcony.

Where to look for Betty, though?

She tried the knob to the Jungle Room across from the faux classroom. Nothing. Locked. She put her ear to the door. Only the sound of dance music. No other activity from behind the door.

She walked to her right and came to the end of the hallway. She peered down the staircase there. It was a carbon copy of the earlier stairs she'd used to ascend to the second floor, right down to the red and purple color palette. Down that direction, she could also hear the echo of the music from the dance floor.

Karlee decided that she'd explore the first floor after she'd made sure Betty wasn't on the second. There was no point in going downstairs just to have to come back up again.

Across from the stairwell stood a third door with a credit card keypad. "Ancient Harem" said the sign on the door, and its accompanying image depicted a woman in Cleopatra garb on a divan, surrounded by naked men and women presenting her with grapes or fanning her with palm fronds.

Karlee understood now. Jungle. Classroom, Harem. This second floor had been divided into themed rooms for, uh, private entertainment. They were probably a bit low budget, like the interior of the faux classroom. Not opulent, but private. Just enough of a theme to encourage a roleplay. Not a bad way to turn extra space into a little extra profit, Karlee conceded. Either Bill or Carol must have swiped a credit card to get into the faux classroom she'd found them in.

Why extra space, though? Why would Mandy build a club with....?

Ah. The answer seemed fairly evident. The Blue Boy Bar occupied a building converted from another function. "Industrial." Karlee muttered the answer to herself. What she knew as the dance floor must once have been a small factory floor and these roleplay rooms had previously served as mid-management offices for whatever company had manufactured something here before going out of business.

Better as roleplay rooms, she grinned.

The brunette tried the Harem doorknob, but it didn't open. She pressed her ear to the door. She heard nothing except the beats and harmonies of the music DJ Jamie was playing for the patrons out on the dance floor.

"Not in the harem room, then," she told herself. Karlee put her hands on her denim-hugged hips and looked to her left. The hallway extended in that direction, down past the Jungle Room and Classroom, and past the opening to the right that led back to the balcony with its VIP area. Straight ahead was the way to explore, then, she figured.

The first new rooms she came to, on the left and then on the right, were labeled "Castle" and "Firehouse." The next two were "Pirate Lair" and "Boardroom." Although none of these doors opened to her push or contained any audible activity, Karlee couldn't help but grin. The kinks in this place!

"I mean," she said to no one, "I just... back in that room... with Bill and Carol and Lana...."

Her imagination began to jump around. She imagined herself as a medieval damsel getting ravished in a castle tower. She imagined crawling under a boardroom table and fishing a big delicious cock out from the CEO's pants in the middle of a merger meeting. She imagined Tommy in the firehouse room, slowly gyrating in yellow turnout pants held up by nothing but red suspenders slung over his naked chest.

"Mmmmm," she giggled. Why fight the nature of the place? She hadn't been expecting so many roleplaying opportunities when she'd decided to explore the Blue Boy Bar.

This could be fun. This could be really fun.

What other themed rooms were back here? She kept walking.

The black hallway turned to the right. She must have reached the far end of the building, she figured. A door directly in front of her read "Locker Room."

"Of course," she chortled. "Gay bar."

As she checked the handle, she heard male voices within.

"Oh my gawd! Fuck me, coach!" wailed a pained tenor.

"Yeah, Timo. See what happens when you don't give your best effort in gym class?"

"Jesus! Give me that dick, coach! Give it to me!"

Karlee grinned and pressed her ear to the door. She heard the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, accompanied by the grunts and groans of two men having rough anal sex.

"Yeah. That ass. Fucking good ass! Always such a good ass!"

"Oh god! Oh god, yes! Plow me! Plow me good, coach!"

Timo. Karlee remembered Timo from earlier in the evening. He'd been out front with Gordo... and a few minutes ago down in front of the stage while Gordo had finger-fucked Andy. Timo definitely wasn't a young athlete, and the person dicking him almost certainly wasn't his actual coach. The roleplay was fun, though, she could agree.

"Mmmm, yeah. Feels so good around my cock."

"Fuck. Fuck. Yeah, more."

As much fun as it was to eavesdrop on the anal fun, Karlee acknowledged to herself that Betty probably wasn't one of the two men fucking inside the "Locker Room." Being careful not to disturb the faux coach and star athlete, she slowly kept exploring on down the hallway.

The next two rooms, directly across from each other, read "Doctor's Office" and "Library."

"Okay, this isn't fair anymore," Karlee giggled. Her pussy was throbbing, needing release. Both of those were fantastic roleplay locations. "Why did I think it was a good idea to come here without Tommy?" she half-joked to herself, pushing past those two doors.

Her phone vibrated.

"Oh fuck!" The sensation of the vibration next to her pussy almost made her cum. The girl doubled over and pushed her hand hard against her own throbbing vagina. This only made her ass curl around the plug in her ass, though. The girl was so primed, she could barely control it.

It vibrated again.

Frantically, almost clownishly, Karlee fished the phone out of her front pocket, trying to keep it from throwing her over the edge of an orgasm. "Fuck," she hissed. "Why does that feel so damn good?"

She slumped against the mat-black wall and took a few deep breaths to make sure she didn't cum in her shorts.

"Calm down," she told herself. "Calm down." It didn't help that she was still absolutely feeling the effects of so much booze. Everything felt loose and tight at the same time, like she wanted to throw open her legs, and laugh, and moan all at once. It probably wasn't helping her libido that she'd gotten a little frisky with Bill. "You got this, Karlee. Come back from the edge" She stared at the wall in front of her. It was as nondescript as the one she was leaning against. No sex toys in shadow boxes like downstairs.

She began to giggle.

This was all so absurd.

Tonight she had helped her boyfriend get anally deflowered.

She'd sucked him to orgasm while he'd been fucked.

She'd been propositioned by a mature blonde bombshell and a thick-dicked biker, who'd then gone on to have roleplay sex about her.

She'd gotten fingered to two orgasms by a very forward middle-aged Asian lesbian.

She'd given a short handjob to the aforementioned biker.

She'd kissed him deeply while two other women had sucked him off.

And now she was wandering the dark hallway on the backside of the second floor of the Blue Boy Bar, delightfully drunk, looking for an older woman with huge boobs and striking blue eyes, and trying not to cum like a firehose at the first vibration of her phone.

She lifted her phone and peeked at it.

From Tommy, of course. Or, more accurately, from Frank. Two photos.

She sucked in a whole lungful of air, making her perky breasts rise in her thin tanktop... and opened the photos.

Both were close-ups of Tommy's face, obviously taken from Frank's perspective.

The first showed her boy sweaty, hair a delightful mop of sexual consequence, bleary-eyed... and with his lips wrapped around Frank's cock.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuck," Karlee's knees nearly gave out, and she struggled to keep herself upright against the wall.

She flipped over to the second. A similar angle. But here, Tommy's mouth was open, his tongue out, and Frank was using his free hand to slap his manly cock against her boy's tongue.

"Jeez, fuck. Fuck!" She gritted her teeth and tried with all her might not to cum. She rolled onto one shoulder against the wall and pressed her knees together. "Trying... trying not to...."

She tried to think about anything else. She thought about work: her most recent shift at the hospital hadn't been very sexy. A few broken bones. Someone who'd fallen off a ladder. A lady who'd mildly electrocuted herself while trying to use a faulty electric vaginal wand in the shower. Okay, that helped. Funny, but not particularly erotic. What else? What else? She thought about the route through the streets of the city that she had driven from her shared apartment to the Blue Boy Bar, trying to remember the names of each of the major streets she had passed or turned onto. Okay, that helped, too.

Anything but how sexy Tommy looked sucking cock in his dick-drunk stupor.

Fuck.

Karlee didn't dare keep looking at those photos. She writhed against the wall, leaning against it at any angle that felt awkward enough to stave off orgasm, inadvertently sliding down the hallway until she'd calmed down and straightened enough to slip her phone back into her front pocket without causing her pussy to explode.

She heard a voice.

"Ooooooooooohhhhhh!"

Karlee's eyes flew open. That was a woman's voice. Where had it come from?

"Oh, yes! Right there!" It was muffled, as though behind a door or wall.

She'd slid down the black hallway far enough that she'd approached the next key-padded door. She righted herself as best she could in her state of drunk and nearly unbearable horniness. Pushing off from the wall, she listened again.

"So good. Oh, you're eating me so gooooood." A mature voice. Maybe... maybe Betty's voice.

Not fair. Everything around her seemed like a conspiracy to make her orgasm over and over. Karlee bit her lip and tried to identify the source of that erotic sound.

The nearest door was labeled "Police Precinct - Observation." Beside the lettering hung an image of two hunky male cops in tight shirts and tighter pants standing in front of a window, drinking coffee and playing with each others' erections.

She cocked her head a bit. This room had an oddly specific name and image. Not quite as generic as "jungle room" or "classroom," she had to admit.

"Fuuuuuuuck," the female voice moaned again.

Karlee bit her lip. That noise was definitely coming from behind this door.

She tried the handle.

It was locked.

She looked at the keypad below the handle. It was obvious that, just like the faux classroom in which she'd played a bit with Bill and Carol and Lana, here one gained access by swiping a card.

She stared at the handle. It wasn't as though she could knock and interrupt the goings-on inside. "Excuse me," she might say. "Betty? You good? Getting eaten out? I'm not sure if I want to listen or watch or participate. Would you make that decision for me? I'm too drunk and horny to think."

It would probably be rude to barge in, of course.

But, then again, Bill hadn't minded, had he? And Betty had specifically... and seductively... instructed Karlee to listen for her.

"Oh gawd, that tongue...." the mature voice moaned.

That settled it. The moral dilemma between voyeurism and privacy was not one that prudence was going to win in Karlee's inebriated and aroused state.

"Maybe... I'll just... peek..." she muttered to herself, fishing her credit card from the front pocket of her shorts. She brushed it gently against the keypad and heard a soft click as the lock on the door released.

She wrapped her palm around the knob and slowly, slowly turned it.

"Mmmm. Yessssss." The voice purred.

Karlee delicately pulled the door toward her, just an inch and then another. Then there was enough of a crack for her to press her eye against and take a gander inside.

"Oh gawwwwwwd...." The voice was much clearer, but there was still something slightly off with its acoustics. It was almost as though the voice was coming through a sound system rather than originating within the room Karlee was accessing.

Another voice, different from the first. "Mmm. Nnnnmmmm. You taste even better than I'd hoped." That was Livi. The Argentine accent was inescapable.

But still, the voice resonated within the space Karlee was accessing, rather than emanating from a fixed point, as it would if the women were here.

Karlee opened the door a bit wider and tried to assess what was beyond this door she'd accessed.

The first thing the busty brunette noticed was that there was no one inside. The room wasn't empty, but it was certainly unoccupied.

The room was about the same size as the faux classroom where she'd kissed and teased Bill just a few minutes before. The door she was peeking through opened onto what seemed to be the back of the room. It contained a few old desks and desk chairs, the kind with swivels and wheels. The desks carried a smattering of work station materials: an old phone not plugged in to anything, a filing system with no files in it, a stapler, a desk calendar. The walls both to her immediate left and against the far side of the room were hung with large corkboards. These were decorated with photos of attractive people pinned in rows and clusters. Bright red yarn connected certain pins to others, and typed descriptors seemed to accompany certain photos. Some of the photos looked like mug shots. Others were of sexy poses, or even of sex acts.

"Police precinct," she nodded to herself. Yeah. It gave off that vibe... if the police stationed here were investigating porn stars and their illicit activities.

By far, though, the most important component of this new space was the wall to her right. Instead of corkboards, this wall was taken up by a single giant window to an adjoining room.

Karlee tilted her head. "Like... an interrogation room?" Was that the next room over?

"Oh, fuck, yeah, you thirsty little minx. Work my pussy over," said a voice over a sound system in the observation room. Its southern drawl was unmistakable.

Betty.

Betty was getting her pussy eaten. And it obviously wasn't her husband licking her.

Karlee pushed the door open enough to let herself in.

What she saw through the glass window of the observation room was so enthralling that she did not notice that the door back out to the hallway did not fully latch behind her.

The room next door was indeed done up to look like a police interrogation room. Sparse furniture. A large sturdy table flanked by two chairs, one with its back to the window and the other opposite it.

On that table, arms and legs splayed wide, gloriously nude, lay Betty. Her head was arched back. Her eyes were closed. Her lips parted in great smiling moans.

Livi, the mother of both the bride Lois, and the pregnant maid of honor Lana, was on her stomach between Betty's legs. The lithe little South American blonde had her thin arms wrapped tightly around Betty's thighs, pulling the belle's pelvis toward her. Livi's mouth was attached to Betty's hairless vagina and she was ferociously sucking.

"Oh fuck," moaned Betty. "Oh fuuuuuck!"

Livi's eyes were glazed over. As drunk as Karlee herself, the tiny woman seemed to be in sapphic heaven.

"Nnnnmmm. Nnnnmmm. Nnmmmmm. Nnnnnmmmmm." Her little jaw opened and closed between the puffy folds of Betty's outer lips. She sucked and sucked and sucked as though Betty's dripping pussy were the most delicious thing she'd ever feasted upon.

And "feasting" was certainly a good descriptor for what she was doing.

Karlee had never seen one woman eat another out. Livi was practically attacking Betty's bare vagina, her mouth determined to hoover all of Betty's vaginal secretions straight down her throat. It was almost as though the voracious little woman had a plumber's snake for a tongue and was doing her damnedest to make the insides of Betty's pipes sparkle.

Karlee was already so sexually primed. And now she had a front row seat for a grade-A, toes-curling cunnilingus session.

The busty brunette stumbled against a rolling chair in the observation room. It banged loudly against its desk.

"Oh fuck," she hissed. Her vagina was absolutely on fire, but she was sure she'd interrupted the two women.

Neither Livi nor Betty looked her way, though, nor gave any indication that they had either heard or seen her.

It wasn't a window between the two rooms? Ah, police interrogation. Police observation. A one-way mirror must separate them. And the sound from the interrogation room piped in here to the observation room.

It was the perfect forum for exhibitionism and voyeurism. Such a clever setup.

Had Betty known? Ah, of course. Why choose this room of all rooms, then? Betty had asked Karlee to come find her. She knew... or at least suspected... that the pretty brunette in the Daisy Dukes and cowgirl boots would come watch.

So... this... Karlee was meant to watch this? Was it to make the poor girl so horny for Betty that she'd go from straight to bi?

Goddammit, it was working.

Karlee was so turned on, she couldn't think straight.

"Fuck! You're eating my pussy so goooood!" Betty's face scrunched up in ecstacy. Her abdominals tensed and her legs began to shake. "I'm gonna cum again!"

Karlee stared slack-jawed at the gorgeous busty woman's orgasm. Those crystal blue eyes. Those amazing curves. The woman practically oozed a sexuality that Karlee, still somewhat ignorant of the extent of her own wiles and talents, shared in spades.

"Oh fuck!" Betty screamed. Her smooth thighs and pointed toes shook violently. "Oh fuck! Livi! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh fuck, I'm cumming again!" Betty's eyes shot open and her ruby-red lips parted in a great sexy scream. "Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" The woman's great mammaries wobbled wonderfully, their wide areolae thick with delectable gooseflesh.

Those breasts. Karlee could not stop staring at Betty's naked breasts. So full, they bounced on her rib cage, ripe as luscious melons, as their owner orgasmed on Livi's insatiable mouth.

For just a moment, Karlee imagined herself between Betty's legs, hungrily lapping at that pretty pussy, making the beautiful woman react this way. Or what if she herself were the one writhing on that table, nude, splayed, and sopping wet? She imagined herself screaming in ecstasy for Betty's mouth and tongue.

And just like that, Karlee's orgasm hit her.

It rose up out of her pussy like a freight train smashing headlong into her nervous system. She'd known many different kinds of orgasms in her time with Tommy: the kind that snuck up like a feather on a breeze, the kind that rolled like little waves, the kind that built up with the decibels of a loud song striving toward a crescendo.

This one was like getting punched in the taint by Cupid.

"OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Karlee wailed. Her knees gave out completely and she collapsed into the desk chair that she'd bumped into a moment before. Her own breasts heaved. Her lungs found it difficult to relax enough to suck air in. She gritted her teeth and threw both hands against her denim-snug vagina.

"FUUUUUCK! FUUUUUUUUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

She rocked back and forth on the chair in an ecstasy so intense it was almost painful. It felt as though all her muscles had seized up. She felt as though her pussy was trying to turn itself inside out. Every time she rocked back onto her ass, the butt plug rolled over her sensitive sphincter muscles with a sadistic little vengeance, prolonging and increasing the magnitude of her girl-cum.

So strong. So goddamn strong.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHKKKKKK!"

But it wouldn't subside. Why wouldn't it subside? Usually her orgasms subsided. The crest of this one fell a bit, but it dumped her onto a sexual plateau instead of letting her down off the mountain. She'd just cum incredibly hard, but her horniness hadn't decreased at all. Instead her sexuality continued to tense, almost like a full-body charlie horse. Her arousal wouldn't let her relax. It needed to go again.

"Fuck!" she squeaked. She pulled against the crotch of her shorts with her fingers.

It wasn't enough. She groaned in frustration and, as if by some irresistible instinct, kicked her cowgirl boots off and then stumbled to her feet.

If she hadn't been so damn horny, it would have seemed almost hilarious the alacrity with which she fumbled at the button and zipper of her tiny shorts and tugged them down over her round ass and luscious thighs.

Once she'd shimmied out of her Daisy Dukes, she collapsed again into the desk chair and threw her legs open.

She launched a hand in between the folds of her own pussy and began to slide fingers up and down between her drenched lips.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" She threw her head back.

Finally. Finally her aching cunny was getting some action. Even if it was just her doing it.

The curly brown pubes above her pussy were drenched. Her outer lips were thick with desire. Her clit throbbed against its little hood, begging for a good thrumming.

Her ass had been pulsating around the buttplug all evening. Both her holes needed attention. Karlee had tipped over past the point of decorum. She needed to cum again. She needed to cum over and over.

While one hand slid up and down between her pink puffy pussy lips, the other reached further down between her splayed legs and pushed fingertips against the head of the buttplug.

"Oh my gawwwwwwwwwd!" she moaned contentedly. "Yes! Yes, that feels so fucking good!" Her voice pitched itself higher as she worked both her holes.

"Oh my gawd, Livi, you're a machine!" Betty's voice came over the speaker from the interrogation room. Karlee opened her eyes. The lithe little Argentine hadn't let up for an instant in her voracious eating of Betty's pussy. "Fuck! That mouth won't stop! Your fucking mouth! Gawd, girl!" Betty clasped her hands behind Livi's skull and pulled the hungry little woman tighter between her dripping lips. Bill's wife writhed on the interrogation table.

"FUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Karlee came again. The scene before her was so fucking erotic, and the alcohol had stripped her of all inhibitions. It didn't matter that she had thought herself straight, and that she was getting off watching two hot older women have sex. Or maybe that was precisely what was getting her off. She didn't know, and at that moment she couldn't care.

Her pussy spasmed and she flailed in the desk chair. "Fuck! Cummmming!" she wailed through gritted teeth. Her fingers latched onto the head of the butt plug and pulled on it. The widest part of it tugged down against the inner ring of her sensitive sphincter. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Her legs closed and opened again. She couldn't stop the waves of pleasure from rocking her aching body. But, as before, the orgasm didn't provide relief so much as demand yet another. She focused as best she could on the action in the interrogation room. Livi had moved one of her hands below Betty's right thigh and pushed it skyward. The maven's cherry-red toes pointed at the ceiling as the insatiable little rugmuncher now moved her efforts from cunnilingus to analingus.

"Oh fuuuuuck!" Betty screamed. "Yeah! Eat my ass! Eat my sexy fucking ass, Livi!"

Karlee convulsed a third time, now holding the widest part of the plug halfway through her sensitive sphincter. She felt deliciously spread. She felt horny as all fuck. She felt slight beads of sweat on her arms and forehead. "Fuck, I'm still cummmmmming!" she whined to no one.

"Oh fuck! Yeah! Finger me! Get those fingers in my pussy while you eat my ass!" Betty's voice moaned loudly and lasciviously through the room. And indeed, Karlee could see that the hungry shorter woman had straightened a pair of fingers and shoved them deep inside Betty's smooth pink quim while tonguing the woman's puckered starfish.

"Oh my gawd! I need... I need...." Karlee thrashed on the chair and threw open her legs. Trying to manage her own holes was frustrating. She needed.... She needed....

"Allow me."

A deep sensual feminine voice reverberated just behind Karlee's sweat-beaded head. Two strong smooth arms reached over Karlee's shoulders and down across her heaving breasts. Dark, feminine arms. Blue fingernails. They touched against Karlee's thin white tank-top and pushed down toward her sopping cunny.

"I... I...." Karlee stuttered.

When the blue-nailed fingers reached Karlee's pussy hair, they pushed through the brown curls like a thresher through wheat, tugging gently on the sensitive skin beneath, making the busty brunette convulse. Her head struck back against something soft and huge. Two somethings soft and huge. In fact, her head was being pillowed between two soft huge things, which almost threatened to eat her brown hair as though she were being caught between the great soft lips of some predator.

Breasts, her mind vaguely registered. Enormous breasts.

And then a cascade of hair fell across her cheek. Black hair streaked with sensual dark blue.

And then a pair of lips next to Karlee's ear.

"Is this okay?" That deep feminine voice. She knew that voice.

Karlee turned her head as best she could and looked up just as those blue-tipped fingers reached her clitoris.

Their first brush across her sensitive nub coincided with the moment of recognition in Karlee's cum-addled brain.

Mandy.

The large, powerful woman wrapping her strong arms and breasts around Karlee was Mandy, the owner and operator of the Blue Boy Bar, and the woman that Karlee had been fascinated with from that very first night she'd brought Tommy to the Rosada Inn.

Mandy.

And with that recognition, Karlee's clitoris exploded in another orgasm.

"NNNNNNGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!" she screamed. Her crotch threw itself against Mandy's fingers. Her head threw itself back between the woman's massive tits. Her torso shook beneath Mandy's powerful arms."AAAAAAAAAYYYYYYEEEEEEEE!"

The larger woman rubbed two fingers over Karlee's spasming clitoris. "Mmmm. I'll take that as a yes."

Karlee's legs shook uncontrollably. Her rich brown eyes rolled back in her head. She couldn't see straight. She couldn't think straight. She couldn't even formulate words. "NNGGGAAAAYYYAAA! WWWNNNAAAYYYAAAA!"

Mandy's fingers tugged gently up around and over Karlee's girl-bud, expertly pulling the cumming cowgirl through more and more ecstasy.

"NNNNGGGGGGGOOOOOOYESSSSSSSSSS!" Karlee's mouth was now just making incoherent sounds. "ICAAAAAAYYYYAAAA!"

Mandy bit her lip. "That's a good girl. Such a good baby girl. Cumming like this."

"NNNYYYAAAAAAAAA!!!" Karlee kept cumming and cumming. Her pussy absolutely gushed with girl-juice. "YYYYAAAAAA!" Her breasts heaved, her nipples hard as rocks. Every inch of her was glimmer-sheened with sexy sweat. She felt as though this woman had plugged an electric cord directly into her clitoris. She felt helpless to the convulsions that wracked her sexpot body.

"Keep going, baby girl," Mandy coaxed, relentlessly working the brunette's erect little clitoris.

Karlee took a deep breath and tried to find her words. "I... ICAANNNNNNT," she sobbed.

"Sure you can." Mandy's low seductive tones reverberated around Karlee's head, pillowed beneath those gargantuan knockers. "Cum for mommy."

"NNNNNNNYYYYYAAAAAAAAAA!" Another massive orgasm erupted over Karlee. "NNNNNNAAAAAAAAAA!"

If she hadn't been pinned between Mandy's arms and huge tits, Karlee would have absolutely convulsed out of the rolling chair. As it was, she could escape neither the overwhelming presence of the Blue Boy Bar's owner, nor the series of brain-breaking orgasms washing over her.

Some part of her mind registered the sound of Betty's orgasms mirroring her own. "Fuck, Livi! I'm cumming agaaaaaaain!"

"Mmmmm, both of you, eh, Baby Girl?" purred Mandy, still diddling Karlee's clit like a maestro on a classical instrument.

Karlee's hands jumped away from her own holes and gripped Mandy's wrists, whether to push them down further onto her genitals or to pry them away to save herself from an orgasmic death, even she couldn't tell.

"I'M... I'M... I'M...." Karlee screamed. She could feel another massive one building, ready to detonate in her crotch.

"Do it," cooed the great dark beauty controlling her. "Cum again for mommy."

And then everything stopped, like it might have had Karlee been at ground zero of an atomic blast. Something cosmic exploded again from her clitoris. She felt her legs shake so hard they threatened to fall off, but contented themselves with dropping limp across the arms of the desk chair. Her erect nipples felt as though they'd shot off from the tips of her breasts like mortars. Her chest heaved so hard that her ribs might have imploded. She felt her consciousness flee and her head collapse backward between giant, safe, soft breasts.

The last sensory input her mind registered before blacking out from orgasmic ecstasy were the purred words, "Good girl."

.......

The soft, enfolding light that radiated from the neon sign atop the Blue Boy Bar felt as ubiquitous as the night itself. It always came through the open door into room three-sixty-nine on the third floor of the Rosada Inn. It always would, as far as Tommy's sex-addled mind knew.

The boy had long ago lost track of the time and space outside of his sexual submission. Hours had passed. Hours of Frank kissing him, touching him, caressing him, massaging him, filling his holes with perpetually eager man-cock.

His mouth was coated with the mingled taste of pre-cum and boy-ass. His butt felt like it had been secretly manufactured, without his prior knowledge, to receive the insatiable delicious thrustings of aroused dick. His whole body shimmered with the exertions of wild man sex. His nostrils filled with the scents of copulation and Frank's cedar cologne.

Frank. Frank was sex. Frank was cock. Frank was perpetual motion and an omnipresent force around him and inside him.

How many times had he heard the man's warm praises in the blue-bathed darkness? "You're so sexy, Cutie. This ass is amazing, Cutie. Oh, Cutie, I love to look at those puffy lips wrapped around my cock. Ride me, Cutie, like the insatiable little butt-slut you always were. Yeah, let me hear you moan louder, Cutie."

How often had he felt the man's muscles throw him around the bed? Was there an inch of his body that the man's rough stubble had not scratched?

And now? Tommy was on his shoulders, his knees and shins bouncing above his face. Frank squatted on top of him, that magnificent man-penis of his piledriving furiously down into Tommy's well-fucked boi-pussy. Frank, too, was dripping with sweat. The former marine had claimed to have an impressive sexual stamina. His boasting had proven too modest. He'd fucked the exclusively-heterosexual proclivities right out of Tommy.

Sometimes he'd fucked Tommy slowly, teasing the boy's insides, nerve by sensitive nerve. Sometimes he'd rutted into the sexy young man like a jackrabbit aching to nut. Right now he was using the springiness of the bed to bounce Tommy's upturned pussy onto his hungry dick.

"Ohffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuug," Tommy drooled, his sneakers flailing in the air.

"Mmmmm, Cutie," Frank huffed, pushing down and down and down with his dick into the boy's fuckhole. "So sexy. You're so fucking sexy."

Tommy giggled as he bounced. His own cock flopped above his face, full and thick. His balls, throbbing with boy-cum, ached to explode. He'd never felt so sexual in his entire life. "Ffffgggggfrankkkk youmagggmefeeelsexxxxy." He felt his opened hole squeeze around the intruding dick.

Frank moaned. "Yeah. Like that. Squeeze my dick like that. I love fucking you. I fucking love fucking you."

Tommy smiled stupidly and instinctively flexed his sphincter muscles again around Frank's manhood.

"Yes! YES!" Frank gritted his teeth and let loose with all his strength on Tommy's butt.

The man threw his dick deep into the boy over and over and over again. Tommy was thrust down into the mattress, only to rebound with equal force back up onto that cock. Over and over.

"AAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEYYEEEEE!" wailed Tommy.

"YES!" grimaced the motel manager. "YES!" He grunted with each powerful thrust downward. "TAKE! THIS! FUCKING! DICK!"

"AAAAAAYYYYYYYOOOOOOOWWWWW!" Tommy's yelping flew out the door and across the night.

"YES! FUCK!" Frank shouted. "I'm gonna...." He smashed Tommy harder. Harder. "I've been holding off.... but now.... now I need to....."

"OHFUUUUGGGGG!"

"NOW I NEED TO NUT INSIDE YOU, CUTIE!"

Tommy's ravaged body could do nothing to stop Frank, nor did it want to. Eagerly it opened for the man's throbbing cock.

"I'M GONNA...!" Slap. Slap. Slap.

"OHFAAAACK!" Tommy felt his own arousal tip toward a breaking point.

"I'M GONNAAAAAA...!" Frank was practically leaping up and down on the mattress now, dropping his dick into the boy's upturned pussy with all the ferocity of a pro wrestler leaping off the turnbuckle onto an addled and exhausted opponent.

"FFFFFFAAAAACKFRAAAAAANK!" screamed Tommy.

"I'M CUMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIING!" shouted the powerful gay top, and he threw his whole body down, letting his knees bend further than they had, burying his dick as deep as it would go into Tommy's ravaged rectum.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

Frank's dick erupted with semen. Each throb of its thick musculature dumped rope after rope of hot ejaculate deep into Tommy's innards.

At the first explosion of Frank's dick within him, Tommy's arousal flipped over the boundary between enjoyment and orgasm. The young man's dick, untouched, also erupted, spewing gobs and gobs of his own boy-jizz onto his own face.

The two men shouted together, rutted together, erupted with semen together.

"OH FUUUUUUCK!" screamed Frank.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIII!" Tommy's own scream left his mouth open to receive some of his own ejaculate.

"YES!" Frank shoved his dick deep, pulled back just a bit, and shoved it into the hilt again. "YES!" Then again. "YES!" His cock pulsed and pulsed. Semen and semen and more semen poured from him into the broken butt-boy beneath him.

The waves of the man's orgasms slowly subsided. Slower and further between, the pulsations pushing hot jizz from his man-balls deep into the bottoming boy eventually ceased.

"Jesus, Fuck," groaned the man. The sensation of being buried so deep inside Tommy's seeded ass was exquisite. "My god, you feel soooooo good, Cutie."

"Gllllgggmgrrrgggg," muttered the boy beneath him.

"Fuck, I wanna stay inside you all fucking night," crowed the triumphant top.

"Fgggglllg," Tommy responded.

"What an ass. What an absolutely perfect pussy you have." Frank leaned his head back and let himself take a few deep breaths, dick still wrapped tight within Tommy.

"Akkkffffggrrrgggle."

The sounds of their mutual panting filled the motel room as sensuously as their screams had.

"Oh, you perfect boy. You perfect, perfect boy." Frank caressed Tommy's cheeks on either side of the lad's punctured pussy.

"Gglllg," Tommy swallowed.

In the beginnings of his post-nut clarity, Frank took one last deep breath and then slowly backed up and out of Tommy's cum-bathed anal passage. "Just to let your legs down to rest, Cutie."

With a soft plop, Frank's semen-slick cock fell from Tommy's well-fucked hole.

"Uuuugggggh," moaned the boy. As Frank took a few steps back toward the foot of the bed, Tommy's body unfolded like a slinky and his legs crashed onto the mattress.

"Oh shit." Frank surveyed the boy: watched his abs and chest wheezing, traced the blue shadows over every heaving contour of Tommy's body, and admired the great globs of white cum that crossed the boy's exhausted and flushed face. "I..." the man paused. "This might be the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my whole damn life."

"Gglllllllg," gurgled Tommy.

Frank let himself down gently onto his knees and then lay down beside the spent young man. He traced one hand over the boy's abdomen, and then up between Tommy's pecs. Placing one finger firmly under the boy's chin, he pulled Tommy's lips up to his own.

"Mmmmm," moaned Frank, licking Tommy's semen from the boy's panting mouth. "You taste divine."

"Mmmmnnnnnn," was the best Tommy could muster in response.

The bald man kissed the boy again. Then again. And then again. He let go of the boy's chin and let that hand explore down the young man's torso until it found the beautiful spent cock resting across the lad's abs.

"I have a secret to tell you," Frank whispered between deep kisses.

"A... a seccc... secret?" Now that there wasn't a cock in his ass, Tommy's mind was able to begin to form words again.

"Uh-huh," nodded the marine, pressing his lips to Tommy's again.

"Wh... Whaaaa?" Tommy managed between kisses.

The man pulled his mouth back slightly. "The secret is... that I'm not done with you. Not by a long shot."

Then Frank's tongue snaked itself deep into Tommy's mouth.

"Nnnnnggggg!" Tommy's eyes flew wide open and his cock twitched in the older man's hand.

His tongue brushed against Frank's, and as his eyes fluttered shut in romantic contentment, he let his hand crawl up Frank's arm and pull the man into him.

"Mmmmmm," moaned Frank, snatching Tommy's tongue with his own.

As the two men tongue-wrestled in the blue darkness, Tommy's young cock growing again in Frank's large hot hand... down below, in front of the door to the Blue Boy Bar, Rocco the bouncer paused from a patdown of the night's most recently arrived patron and shook his head with a smile.

"Fucking hell, Frank."

The man he was feeling up cocked his head to one side. Dressed in a tight white t-shirt instead of his customary tweed jacket, the educated patron might have been unrecognizable to the casual observer who'd heard him discourse about Jung and identity in class earlier that day. "Who's Frank fucking?" asked the black college professor.

Rocco grinned. "Some sweet piece of ass named Tommy." He finished patting the man down, as he had on many previous weekends. Professor Jackson, of course, was a regular.

"Tommy, you say?" The psych professor's gaze roamed up to the third floor of the Rosada Inn, almost as though he could see his student lying there naked, well-fucked, and french-kissing an older insatiable lover. "Well, how about that?"