I got to the club and walked in.Since it was lady’s night there wasn’t a cover charge and I strolled to the bar and ordered a Coke with cherries.It was still pretty early and there were only a handful of patrons inside.
As I was sipping my drink a relatively cute guy stepped up and ordered a drink.While the bar girl was getting it, I withdrew one of the cherries from the glass and softly and smoothly laid it on my tongue, wrapped my lips partly around it and sucked it into my mouth.The cutie next to me introduced himself as Michael, and asked if I wanted something a little bit stronger to drink.
I politely declined and gave him a wink as I told him I don’t care for hard drinks but that I liked other hard things.His eyes lit up as the barkeep set his ****tail in front of him.We spoke for a few moments about generalities and Michael excused himself from my company.I took this opportunity to wander to a pool table, rack the balls and select a cue from the corner stand.I must have made a pretty picture standing there in a relatively short dress with a long hard stick in my hands.I’m certain I maintained decorum when I leaned over to shoot in that I didn’t flash my passionate pink panties to anyone else in the area.The pink would have made a perfect contrast to the black and white dress, had I bent too far.
About half way through the rack, I ordered a 2nd drink from the ****tail waitress and about the time she delivered it, Michael came over with his friend David.Michael asked if I would mind showing David my cherry eating technique to which I giggled ‘no’ and proceeded to seduce a marchino past my pearlescent lips.
David and Michael murmured their approval.I lightly rested my hand on Michael’s arm and asked him if he thought it was as good the 2nd time as it was the first and he said it was very sexy and that he hoped it would be repeated again that night.David seemed to be in close agreement to its allure.
We racked the balls again for another game of pool and Michael, David and I took turns sharing the cue.It really was the only one that was suitable for playing pool and it served as inspiration for innuendo.There was subtle and not so subtle stroking of that shaft telegraphing the boy’s desires to have a long hard stick in their hands.
After a couple of games, I picked up my clutch and excused myself to go to the little girls’ room.
