Speaeasy Show

This is a sequel to my first story posted here: https://literotica.com/s/the-class-2

Speakeasy Show

Nicholas Arauz

I took my place at the two-top and looked around again at the decor. The windowless bar was lit softly enough that reading the menu would likely require use of the candle in the middle of the table. A battery-operated candle. Some battery operated things are amazing, but that does not include candles. The "candle" nestled gently in a small square tray of stones in the middle of the round marble - I touched it - imitation marble table. Decor on the walls was lit selectively by compact floodlights mounted on recessed tracks. Some highlighted modern art on canvas, a sculpture of some kind in the corner, and a blacklight on a mural themed to the name of the bar. The image was of a very sexy woman, suggestively naked, with her hair covering her breasts. She held an apple in one hand as a snake curled around the other arm.

The server greeted me and placed a menu and a glass of water on the table. The glass was served on a grey slate tablet cushioned with a napkin. The menu was thin and compact indicative of the fact they only served cocktails in this speakeasy. The waiter showed me a press on/off light under the table to help with reading the menu and left me to peruse the offerings. I was only on page 4 when Agnes rounded the corner into the bar with a smile that was too shy for the woman that had eaten my pussy out while I was being face-fucked by the husband of our instructor in the blowjob class not two weeks ago. I smile back, genuinely happy to see her. We'd wanted to connect sooner, but life had a way of delaying things.

I took quick inventory of her attire as she approached. On the bottom her skirt that was "clubbing" short while up top a flashy halter-style crop-top that showed off both her toned abs and her perky cleavage. The straps stretching to the integrated choker collar - and the slight bumps where her nipples were - guaranteed she wasn't wearing a bra. I made a mental note to see if she was wearing panties before we left.

As she reached the table, I rose out of my chair and wrapped her up in a hug. She was momentarily tentative, but quickly returned the embrace. I held her for a couple beats longer than ordinarily as I enjoyed the feel of her pressed against me. I could feel she was holding me, too, and I liked that. At length, I pulled back from the embrace, but didn't let her go completely. One hand stayed on her waist, the other on her arm, cradling her arm so her hand stayed on my waist. I looked into her green eyes with a broad, genuine smile.

"It's so good to see you!"

"Yeah, you too!"

She looked way too nervous. Or maybe this was what she was like outside of a structured setting? It was like she didn't know her way with me, which was just crazy.

"You look amazing! Planning to keep going out later?"

"No, no, I just...just felt like it."

"It's good." I smiled with an appreciative nod and let my eyes trail down her body at length and work their way back up. "Very good." I could see over her shoulder that her body, and her attire, had attracted attention from a couple of the other tables. One table, surrounded by 6 women in what I estimated to be their late twenties had stopped conversation entirely. I enjoyed the moment that I had what they all wanted, then I motioned for her to sit down as I moved for my chair. We sat, pulled the chairs toward the table, and picked up our menus.

As she turned her attention to the menu, I made sure she didn't brush off our embrace. I dropped my hand to her leg and rubbed her thigh a couple times - a little higher than would be considered proper by any standard. It was tame compared to having her tongue buried in my pussy, but it got her attention. Her smile eased a bit as it probably assured her we were on the same page.

She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the server coming by with an additional water and menu. He offered pleasantries and talked us through the cocktails. It was clear they all had double-entendre names referencing human sexuality or the temptation of Eve. What a treat! On its own, that context would have made me horny, but being introduced to them in this fashion by this man was something else entirely. He had the build of a lumberjack. Tall at a bit over six feet, his broad shoulders and trim waist spoke of hours of physical exertion. The fact that he was fucking gorgeous didn't help. A strong jaw, slightly shaggy brown hair, a closely cropped beard, and piercing blue eyes was more than enough to hold my attention. Except that he also wore a casual button down shirt with the cuffs rolled to the elbows, jeans that accentuated his fitness, and completely unnecessary suspenders that did nothing more than highlight his broad chest as they spread wider across his pecs. He was like a perfect male specimen.

I caught Agnes checking him out as he talked us through the menu and gave her a subtle wink. Not subtle enough though, because he glanced over to her immediately after to gauge her reaction. I'd been made. No worries. That just made it more fun. I smiled without making eye contact and paid extra attention to the menu he was holding.

It wasn't a long conversation. The menu only had 16 items, but each cocktail was completely different from the last. We each ordered something that sounded tasty but was named something raunchy and he retreated with a smile for each of us.

"So what have you been up to?" I asked Agnes with a smile.

Her crooked, nervous smile was back instantly. Under other circumstances, I'd be wondering what was going on. But we'd met at a blowjob class and fucked during the class in front of the other students while the instructor's husband's cock was down my throat. We'd exchanged text messages since, but mostly to arrange this. I knew what this was about. She wanted to talk about sex, but it made her nervous because this wasn't normally a topic of conversation with people you didn't know that well.

"Not much."

It was a terse reply. I decided to probe the waters. With a harpoon gun.

"Let me guess?"

She looked up at me sharply, but I didn't give her time to respond.

"You're thinking that the last time you saw me you had your face between my legs and I was creaming your mouth. Then shortly after, you were the one getting face-fucked while I ate you out?"

Her jaw dropped open.

"And you want to talk about that, but it seems awkward?"

She collected herself by looking back and forth from me to the menu and back.

"Yeah."

"And you enjoyed yourself?"

"Yeah."

I added quickly, "Maybe more than you had in a long time?"

"Yeah."

"And?" This time I waited for her answer. It was a long pause. Drawn out a few seconds that felt like an eternity, But it was her turn to talk.

"I want more of that."

"Oh, good." I smiled broadly. "I hoped so!" I put my hand on her leg again. "Because sure as fuck, I do too."

This time her smile was less forced. She seemed genuinely relieved to be wanted. I wasn't sure why this was, but it was a topic for another time.

"Wait - you want more of my tongue in your pussy or his cock down your throat?" I teased just to get a rise out of her.

"What?!" She looked taken aback - I'd delivered it a little too deadpan. So I corrected it with a wink. She let out a big breath and laughed softly.

"You have nothing to worry about," I reassured her. "I've thought about you every day for the last two weeks! Drinks seems pretty tame compared to when I'm playing back the class in my mind while taking care of myself with my Hitachi." I winked again and my hand slid further up her leg and toward the inside of her thigh. Her legs opened slightly at my touch. Just enough that I knew I could slide all the way up without obstruction. I was momentarily tempted to take it directly there, but I needed to get the rest of the story first.

"So come on, spit it out. What's up? Why drinks?"

Agnes put her hand on top of my hand on her leg, but didn't push it away.

"I had such an amazing time with you at the class." She paused.

"So did I." I smiled broadly. "We connected way before we fucked. You had this look in your eye..."

"Yeah," she demurred, "I've been told that happens."

"Well?"

She took a sip of her water. We both knew she was stalling, but I let her take her time. She looked at me for a few seconds.

"I..."

I waited, smiling, saying nothing. She needed to be the one talking now. She turned her water glass three full revolutions on its slate tablet.

"I had an amazing time at the class. I..." She paused again clearly worried about how she presented herself.

She steeled herself and continued, but was looking at her glass while she talked. "I...never thought experiences could be that intense. I just felt...connected...with you right away. And connection over sex was just more...powerful than I ever thought possible."

Now she looked up at me with an expression that she awaited my judgement. There was none to come. My face opened in a smile broader than anything possible when faked.

"I loved flirting with you while we sucked on those dildos. I wanted you so bad I can't even describe it! I just knew it had to happen! And then when you went down on me when I wasn't expected it - holy fuck. It was amazing. I've wanted more of you ever since."

She visibly relaxed while I talked, but not completely. Clearly there was more to come, but affirmation that she was as wanted as she had wants was a good start.

We sat and looked at each other for a few moments. I decided to up the ante.

"I want to hear whatever it is you have to say. I promise, whatever it is, I'm sure we're going to have fun with it."

Another pause. She glanced down at her hands and back up at me. I thought for a moment what could be going on. This meeting, this discussion, was clearly about sex. She'd already told me she wanted to fuck me again, so it wasn't nerves about that. It was something else. maybe something she thought even I might judge her for. If I was right, this narrowed the course of conversation.

I doubled down. I made my face slightly intense and my tone of voice turned stern.

"If you don't start talking, I'm going to finger-fuck you right here in the bar until you're screaming my name and everyone is watching."

Her jaw dropped open.

I let it hang there for a couple seconds, but she didn't appear to be ready to speak, so I started sliding my hand up her leg. I curved it around to her inner thigh and pressed upward. Her leg was warm under my hand. Warm, soft, and firm. I'd been kissing those thighs while they were spread open for me the last time. And yet again, they gently yielded to my touch. My hand stopped very gently against her bare vulva. So, I was right. No underwear. I moved to spread her lips and got a hint of the heat of her pussy on my hand and the aroma of her wetness reached my nose.

"Okay, okay!!" She put her hand on mine, but didn't push me away. "I need more, okay? The class was intense. More than...anything I've ever experienced. And I feel like I'm addicted from just the one time. I can't stop fucking myself. Vibrators and dildos at home. Fingers at work. If I can't smell my pussy it feels like somethings wrong. The class felt...wild. Exciting. Crazy. Like nothing I ever though I'd actually do. Fucking you in front of everyone else? I've never felt hotter. Never felt like I've done anything hotter. I need more of that. I want to be horny, and wet, and getting fucked like never before. Like..."

She stopped suddenly. The waiter had arrived over her shoulder and was putting her cocktail in front of her with a smile.

"Don't stop on my account. This is The Garden after all."

Both our faces turned bright red. I was comfortable talking about sex - more so than most. But being interrupted in the middle of "that" monologue was more than either of us were ready for. We both looked at him like deer in headlights. Then looked at each other the same. My mind was racing. I was embarrassed. Not because we'd been talking about sex, but because I wished I'd reacted better! Sexier. He was hot, but we weren't ready for him. What would he think?!

He didn't miss a beat, his smile didn't shift, he didn't get that predatory grin you'd expect when a guy realizes a girl has a dirty side. He just leaned in and served our drinks quietly with his strong arms. The muscles of his forearm pressed through the skin even as his large hands delicately placed our drinks on the coasters.

Without making eye contact, he said quietly, "Perhaps your drinks were ordered by what you had in mind? Naked and Shameless and Euphoria seem like excellent choices based on what you're planning."

Speak of shameless! I couldn't believe he just said that. And then I decided to react better.

I switched our drinks.

"You're right. I think the Euphoria will be better for me and the Naked and Shameless better for her."

Agnes jaw dropped open and her head snapped up from the moving drinks to my face with a look. How could you was painted across her expression. The waiter laughed easily.

"I do hope you have a good time. I'm Dwayne. Let me know if you need anything."

I watched him walk away for just a second and then burst into giggles as I turned back to Agnes and started switch the drinks back.

"Oh my god, did you just say that?"

"Sometimes I amaze myself." I giggled even harder.

"I wish I could..."

"Yeah, me too." I turned to look at his ass in his jeans as he left, then turned back to Agnes and composed my giggles. "He's too handsome for his own good."

"No, but you...what you said back to him...and the drinks...!"

I gently cut her off. "Yeah, but now he knows we like sex and we're not so prudish to totally keep it on the DL." I lifted my drink and took a sip. It was divine. The chocolate in the bitters offsetting the bite in the gin and Italian liquors. "But seriously, Naked and Shameless does suit you. Only takes a moment to get your clothes off." I winked. There had definitely not been anything shameless about her going down on me by surprise. "You were telling me how badly you needed some wild new sex. And why you came to me asking for it."

"Right." Her face changed like a light switch. She was nervous again.

"Come on!" I teased. "Just a moment ago you were saying how you're fucking yourself at home because you're so horny! Spill it, girl!"

"Fuck me, I just need to get back in the mood!"

I leaned in and cooed in her ear, "I'd love to."

I slid my hand up her thigh again until I found her skirt and then my hand kept going to where she wasn't wearing panties and didn't even pause as I slipped a finger in and watched her eyes get big with surprise and pleasure.

"Now you can tell me all about it while I feel what you're really thinking," I kept my middle finger up her pussy while my thumb started making small circles around her clit. She was really wet and getting wetter with my encouragement.

I'd forgotten my cocktail for a moment as I was consumed with thoughts of eating her out and the smell of her pussy. Agnes reached for liquid courage and drained half of her Euphoria in one pull. She set it down gently and then looked me straight in the eyes.

"I want you to arrange for me an evening of something crazy. You hinted at all these stories. These experiences. I want that. Something intense." A very short pause. I might not have noticed it if I wasn't entirely focus on her. This was the part that really mattered. "Something dictated by someone else. Something I wouldn't say 'yes' to on my own."

She looked down. I think she was expecting to be judged. It was a crazy request; no denying that. Maybe, considering the length of our relationship, the craziest I'd ever heard. But she knew what she needed and I appreciated the trust she placed in me at that moment. There was no way in hell I was going to betray that trust. Thoughts rushed through my mind. I guessed later that my assessment only took about five seconds, during which I never missed a beat caressing inside her pussy with my fingers. I thought about how we could do this. People to involve. Where to do it. How much she could tolerate. What she needed to know in advance. I knew it only took about five seconds because I saw her lift her glass, take a notable pull, and set it back down. I smiled to myself. I'd been in her place once. She was in for a treat.

I hooked my finger gently up in her pussy and drew it toward me slowly. It slid smoothly through her dripping wet slit and her mouth opened a little wider involuntarily at the pleasure.

"I have just the thing," I told her in a low voice. "Get your phone out." She started in surprise then turned for her purse. I kept up the torment between her legs. Gently (but firmly) caressing her. My thumb tip drawing gentle circles on her clit; my finger beckoning her toward me from inside.

"Here." She offered me her phone, unlocked.

That was brave.

I opened the video app and switched to the selfie camera, started recording and handed it to her.

"Repeat after me."

I leaned in close and dictated the phrases to her, pausing in between so she could repeat them into the camera. "I give my friend Paige...ownership of my body for 8 hours...on a Saturday afternoon of her choosing...During that time I will follow any command of hers...or of people appointed by her in my presence...I understand that she will order me...to have sex with her...and with other people. I will be used as a sex toy...for their pleasure. I understand that I have no safe word...but that they will release me physically whole...at the end of 8 hours."

She looked up at me her eyes big. A mix of fear and excitement.

"This is it?"

I touched the screen to stop recording. "This is how I came to it, if you take my meaning so." I gave her a cute, shameless wink. "Four years ago, I sent that..." I shrugged, "as a text." I smiled broadly. "And now look at me. Send it to me to sign it."

My fingers continued their insistent and gentle caress. I didn't see movement, but I felt my watch buzz.

"Good girl. We're going to have fun." I gave her a smoldering look, lidded eyes appraising her sexuality.

"You sent that, too? What happened?"

"I got my first tattoo," I responded flippantly. I twisted my right arm palm up and showed her a fine line of cursive script running up the inside of my upper arm in an unbroken line. As she considered the ink, I watched her face for a reaction, but nothing gave me concern.

"It's the names of the five people that had me that night. All strung together in lower case. I smiled again. "It was nothing I would have chosen at the time - including the tattoo - but I have nothing to regret. And it's a kinda cool tattoo." I smiled as I admired it.

"What happened?"

My smile turned lustfully wicked. "I can't tell you that. It would spoil the fun. But you can hand me my drink." I was leaning toward her. Our backs were to the wall at the two-top and my right hand was across my body to reach her pussy and get her worked up.

She complied with the alacrity of a good submissive. I tasted my drink - HOLY SHIT! That was good. I literally looked at it. Schooled myself so I didn't miss a beat in my rhythm in her pussy, then took two more sips. Unreal. I'd get Naked and Shameless for this!

"You're not going to tell me?!"

I set my drink down. "Nope." And smiled sweetly. And kissed her. We kissed for a while. I don't know how long. She was soft, smelled divine. Insistent and intense, but gentle.

When we parted I realized someone was nearby and turned to find the Dwayne watching us.

"Everyone is enjoying the show," he smiled kindly as he knelt down. "If you keep that up, drinks are on the house."

I glanced around and clearly saw Agnes looking around startled at the attention from the other tables. We were definitely the center of attention.