Debbie never expected the suburban life to last. When she was 23 and knocked up by the bass player of her favourite indie metal band, the idea of giving up her hard partying life seemed so distant that she baulked at the idea. However when Isaac put down his bass, left "the Needlesnakes", and got a job at the nearby supermarket it all fell into focus for her. Since then Isaac had become a regional manager, Debbie worked as a primary school teacher and their daughter Megan, was well into being a teenager.
Nonetheless pushing 40 and having to leave the party so suddenly had left an emptiness inside Debbie, one that she had recently taken to filling any time Isaac was away on business and Megan was at a friend's house for a sleepover. Those stars rarely aligned but Debbie had started to have more nights to herself since Megan had hit her teens and starting devoting more of her life to her schoolgirl friendships.
The moment the door closed behind Megan on her way to her friend's house, Debbie was up in her room, heart pounding at the night ahead of her. She stood in front of her full length mirror and threw aside the sensible beige cargo trousers, baggy T-shirt and comfortable underwear and for a second just took a moment to look at her naked body.
Debbie had pulled off the miracle of having a baby, and losing the tummy weight while keeping the breasts. She pulled out her hairpins and let her sleek black hair fall over her tanned body. Her mother had always told her that passion was the greatest gift of Cuban heritage, but Debbie couldn't help but feel the long legs and bronze skin had gotten her much further in life.
She pulled out the key to the locked chest at the bottom of her wardrobe and took out her bright purple leather strapless dress, as well as her 6 inch stilettos and scandalously thin thong. Even with her trim body she just barely squeezed into her outfit, and after a good half hour layering on a thick layer of makeup she called a taxi and left her house, her destination, a biker bar on the outskirts of town called "The Steel Stallion."
Debbie had noticed that pushing 40 she could no longer party with young people, but if she got herself dolled up and went to the Steel Stallion she would immediately become the centre of attention. She started off going out for dancing and a bit of flirting, enjoying all eyes on her, but over time she began pushing her boundaries. She wore shorter and shorter skirts while flirting more outrageously. She had never gone back to someone's house but she had used the back alley and men's loos many times to violate her marriage vows as hard as others violated her.
Lately she had taken to shooting pool, the way she dressed men and women would eventually start placing bets on games with unbelievable forfeits for the loser, and Debbie enjoyed nothing more than losing. Last week a particularly smooth man talked her into being tied naked in the men's loo and not allowed to leave until she had given 1 blow job for each ball she failed to pot. Debbie was quivering with joy when they 8 ball went down and every one of her balls remained on the table.
As the taxi pulled up outside the Steel Stallion, she leaned over seductively to pay the taxi driver, before climbing out of the car, letting her dress ride up and giving the driver a good view of her thong. She stood for as long as she could handle before allowing herself to blush and pull her dress down to a level only slightly more modest.
As she walked through the doors the heavy metal music and smell of hard liquor wafted over her. The bar was not too busy, there was room to manoeuvre under the neon signs and the grungy dance floor was empty, inviting Debbie to be the first on there and the centre of attention. The bartender noticed her entry and prepared himself for an enjoyable night. Debbie immediately bought herself a double tequila and a beer to chase it down before dancing over to the pool tables and waiting her turn.
Soaking up the atmosphere was enough to get Debbie's juices flowing, and it wasn't long before a pool table became available, and a pixie cut blonde asked Debbie if she wanted a game. Debbie played her opening gambit of insisting that the loser pay for the next round of drinks, letting the whole bar know she was in a gambling mood.
The blonde introduced herself as Janice, she wore a denim jacket with tight leather trousers that hugged her shapely figure. Debbie was worried that the younger woman would draw eyes away from her, so she spent the pool game leaning seductively over the table and making sure everyone in the bar got a good look up her dress. Nevertheless she managed to hold Janice to quite a close game, but in the end Janice dropped the 8 ball and ordered Janice to fetch her a Coke.
"Not drinking tonight?" Debbie asked.
"Still got some driving to do." Replied Janice, Debbie was practiced at accidentally leading to worse bets and here she saw her opening.
"Well now I feel bad betting for drinks when yours is so cheap." Debbie saw a grin cross Janice's face and felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach.
"Well how about the next game is for something more interesting." Janice replied, "If you win, I'll buy you beers for the night, if I win I get that pretty purple dress of yours." Debbie liked the sound of that but decided to make things more interesting.
"I prefer shots to be honest, I'll tell you what, beers and shots for the night on your end, and I'll throw my panties in the pot with my dress!" Debbie yelled, making sure everyone in the bar could hear her.