The bar in town was just starting to get busy when they arrived, Chloe's scanty apparel drawing lecherous looks. The pretty blonde blushed and wasted no time heading to the toilet to freshen up. Quickly she washed off the remnants of the old man's cum from her cheeks and chin. During the blowjob her eyeliner had bled and she resembled a dirty little whore. Oh my, had she really walked across town and through the bar looking like that? There was little she could do about the streaks of cum on the halter, the lesson of school the previous day well remembered. Though deep down she had to confess it would look good wet and clinging to her heaving breasts... No, Chloe no, she told herself, no you must keep such thoughts to yourself. Likewise, the stain on the front of the skirt from the overflow of juices from her own aroused cunt was pretty much ingrained. Why oh why had she chosen to wear revealing grey?
Back in the bar, Kevin was waiting with a bottle of Becks. Chloe necked it swiftly, cleansing the fetid taste from her tongue and trying to get drunk enough as quickly as possible so as not to care. "I hope you're enjoying our date," mused Kevin.
Chloe forced a smile.
"Let's play pool," he suggested, handing her a cue. "You can break."
As Chloe bent down to address the table, the skirt rode up over the tops of her thighs, some lower arse exposed. It was only then that it dawned upon her that she was wearing no panties. Tugging awkwardly at the hem, she tried to right the situation but to no avail. Behind she could hear onlookers whispering about her and could feel their eyes on her. As she broke purposefully, the balls scattered around the baize and the skirt flew up to expose her most of her butt. Reaching quickly, she wrestled it back down again.
"Mmmmmmmm nice," rang out the call from the bar, and she wasn't sure whether they were admiring the break or her arse.
Having potted another ball, she missed an easy shot, issuing an annoyed pout as Kevin took over at the table. The schoolboy potted a brace before missing a long shot, the white coming to rest right on the top cushion. That meant Chloe had to back into the guys at the bar in order to play the shot. Wincing as she bent, her butt bobbled, mere touching distance away.
Early evening still, the men somehow managed to resist the temptation to reach out, nonetheless enjoying the view as the skirt rose upward. Chloe played the shot without thought, simply to get away as quickly as possible from the leering eyes. The balls ricocheted around the table and the white went down.
Kevin shook his head solemnly. "You should take more care. Lose this game and as a forfeit you're going to get fucked by every guy in the bar on the pool table."
Chloe whimpered. Yet the threat had the desired effect and, with Kevin fluffing his two shots, in a show of steely determination she potted her way to the black. Steadying as her arse wiggled seductively at those that were now three-deep at this end of the bar, the pretty blonde despatched the eight ball in the bottom left pocket. A cheer rang out and guys clambered over each other to get their money down.
"Winner stays on," confirmed Kevin, heading off to the bar to get more drinks in.
A slicked-back hair guy won the battle to be next on, pushing in the coin, balls rattling in the chute. Chloe used the time to compose herself, embarking upon a brief tour around this end of the bar. Attracting ever less subtle stares from those congregated at tables around a small empty dancefloor, she smiled back demurely. God, it seemed every man in here wanted to fuck her brains out. She kind of regretted not losing the game of pool. Spotting her wandering aimlessly around the circumference of the dancefloor, the DJ issued a welcome: "Hello, pretty lady."
Chloe blushed before ambling back to the pool table, cue in hand.
This guy was a good player yet clearly of limited intellect. In an eagerness to win, he denied those at the bar an opportunity to feast upon Chloe's exposed nether region. Moreover, he didn't even claim a peck on the cheek for the victory, let alone the good grope to which the victor should be entitled. Must be gay, thought Chloe, the beer going to her head surprisingly quickly, testament perhaps to the fact she'd eaten little other than cum all day.
She startled as Kevin crept up behind, his warm breath on her neck, a hand smoothing the curve of her rump. "It's time you entertained us. Get that sweet arse on the dancefloor."
Chloe looked around open mouthed. "You want me to dance in front of all these people?"
"Yes."
It was almost like an out-of-body experience as the delicious blonde glided to the centre of the small dancefloor, twisting and twirling, sheer adrenaline making her sway in time to the upbeat lilting music. Those watching from the sidelines soon became unfocussed blurs. Gyrating sexily, she pouted as the neck of the beer bottle pierced her lips.
It wasn't long before she was joined by another girl who'd somehow been cajoled into action. A brunette of similar age with a tight bob haircut, she resembled Catherine Zeta Jones in Chicago, dancing at a safe distance whilst making occasional eye contact. Naturally the glances turned to little smiles and Chloe found herself responding. Before she knew it, they were brushing one another, giggling like little girls. All too soon that turned into dirty dancing for the benefit of the predominantly male audience. "Hi I'm Leah," said the other girl.
Chloe introduced herself, glancing over to Kevin for approval. Watching intently he nodded silent permission for her to continue. Indeed, the bulge in his trousers suggested he was enjoying the show as much as any of the other onlookers and Chloe recalled the request from earlier in the alleyway: "I want to see you with another woman tonight."
The thought both frightened and frilled Chloe in equal measure. She'd never really given it much thought but would be the first to admit that the term 'bicurious' she'd seen in magazine articles intrigued her. After all, that meant 100% exposure and Chloe was all for maximising potential.
The DJ provided the catalyst to get the evening moving, ironically by slowing things down. The new girl Leah took up a position behind Chloe, her chin resting on the blonde's shoulder, hands at her hips, grinding seductively. From his vantage point, Kevin had the perfect view as the brunette's hands caressed Chloe's ribcage and elevated to cup her breasts. Lost in the moment, Chloe moaned, arching her back. Elsewhere among the onlookers, cocks were starting to twitch uncontrollably inside briefs and boxers. "You want to get out of here, honey?" whispered Leah.
"Yesssssss," Chloe enthused.
Leah led her from the dancefloor, past Kevin who nodded sagely. The guys grinned but made no attempt to follow, locked up by their manly inhibitions. It was only Kevin that went after the pair, leaving those in the bar in a state of shock. A cab was waiting close by and the girls piled in as Kevin took the front seat. "Who's the dork?" enquired Leah with a giggle.
Kevin sneered as he issued directions to the bemused looking cabbie.
"Huh, he's your what?" Leah spluttered from behind, taking a second look to re-appraise the schoolboy, but reaching the same conclusion.
By way of explanation, Chloe held her hands above her knees, a twelve-inch gap between.
"Oh really?" enthused Leah. "Mmmmmmm."
Kevin allowed himself a smug smile.