"Look, Andy, I don't mind you writing about me. Makes me feel interesting. And I suppose I'm a bit out of the ordinary. But if you use my real name, and the name of the bar where I work, I'm afraid I'll be overwhelmed. Not that there's such a thing as too much cock -- I've never had too much -- but having all sorts of guys coming in to let me have at their dicks will mean I can't do the job I'm paid for. Not to mention giving me a public reputation. I don't mind that my friends know what I like. But not the whole world! So, use my middle name -- Cindy -- and just say I work at a bar in Waco. If folks want to come look for me, well, I'll put the word out to the club owners in town -- if someone comes looking for Cindy, maybe I can get a finder's fee or something from them. Maybe ten percent of their tab, since I'm the reason they walked in the door. That should work, right?"
"I guess so. That's presuming the story is hot enough and exciting enough that they really would love to find you." I said.
"Well, you get hard every time I talk about it. That ought to count for something. And for crying out loud, you're the writer -- make it that way!" she retorted.
"Can I embellish on what you tell me if it needs a little, how shall I say it, spice?" I answered, grinning.
"Well, hell yeah. If my story all by itself don't make cocks stiff and pussies wet, go ahead and add some spice -- if you know what I mean."
I did.
Cindy had never met a cock she didn't like. That's what she said to me. (And I have some personal skin in the game - she liked mine throughout the time we spent gathering the background for this story -- so much so that I wonder how we managed to finish!) True, there were some she liked more than others, some were even a little distasteful -- literally and figuratively - but to her they were all as unique as the men attached to them. Small ones were "cute," average ones were just that, and big ones ranged from being exciting to being a challenge.
They were just so different from her pussy that she had given serious thought to going into some branch of science or medicine that dealt exclusively with them -- but since her education had ended in high school when she was pregnant in her final semester, dropped out and raised her baby as a single mom, school ended and that thought remained just that - a thought.
Currently she tended bar at a roadhouse in Waco. And no, I'm not going to say which one. Just suffice it to say that the general nature of the crowd was not your sitcom cast. The patrons at her establishment were working class, men and women who worked hard in the trades and partied hard at night and on weekends.
She's a real sight behind the bar. Indeed, she's actually featured there. It's a combination of Coyote Wild and Cocktail. Lots of flash and show by all the bar tending staff, combined with live music on the weekends and at least one ladies' night a week. And why not? She's six feet tall so she's very visible. Her flaming red hair is usually piled on top of her head; she rarely wears more than a T-shirt. And on Fridays and Saturdays she generally wears a sleeveless basketball jersey, sans bra. Her very firm 36c boobs seem to be continually threatening to emerge into view -- she says the tips she generates makes it absolutely worth the money she has to spend on the kind of tape that fastens them to the fabric. You know, like the stuff that JLo used for that infamous green dress she wore?
And Cindy's not some shy retiring wall-flower -- she's as loud and boisterous as you can get! If someone drops a basket in the game area, she's whooping, hollering and jumping. I personally love to watch the guys' eyes when she does that -- not that her bouncing boobs aren't worth watching, but I've seen the act, I've had the awesome privilege of being smothered by them uncovered and unconstrained, and besides, she wants to know what affect she's having and keeps asking me. I let her know and she has done everything from perfecting a bounce-and-twist move that has her boobs fall out the sides and come back to raise up the shirt and flash the bar, and probably a few more things I've not personally seen. She is nothing if not inventive!
All of which gets her propositioned constantly. Which, in turn, allows her access to as many cocks as she can tolerate. She's not sure what part of her job she likes more -- the tips or the cocks! Maybe the tips of the cocks? (That was a line I couldn't resist -- especially because she came up with it as we discussed all this.) And she's developed an amazing routine. If she encounters a guy that makes her pussy tingle, she steers him around to the end of the bar and has him stand up close. Then she slides open a panel in the bar wall, and while she's standing there talking, she reaches through to put her hands on the merchandise. We've actually installed a video camera over the bar and, while it's technically for security, we re-positioned it so that we get great views of the faces of the guys. I mean, it's Candid Camera for Adults only!
Imagine -- you go to this bar because a friend recommended the hot bartender. You walk in and this tall, gorgeous redhead immediately captures your attention, mixing drinks and flipping drink shakers, singing out loud to whatever is on the juke box, bumping and dancing with the other bartenders (all guys) and show a whole lot of flesh. She seems unaware that she's showing off her body, but it's an act with one purpose -- raising the attention of every Tom's hairy dick. Got the picture? Good. Now imagine that, as she's handing you your drink and making your change, she leans forward and beckons you close. And that forward lean shows off a gorgeous pair of tits that don't appear to have any tan lines so you're already wondering if this will go farther. Then she says in your ear "step around to the side of the bar. I'll meet you there." If you don't have a hardon now, just wait!
When she meets you at the end of the bar she moves you around a little before leaning up against the bar and showing off for you. You press in close and suddenly feel a hand on your junk! And nothing tentative -- a hand that is apparently attached to someone who knows exactly what she wants. Meanwhile you are trying to keep up a conversation, or at least the appearance of one as you notice that she's obviously enjoying her feel of your package. The videos of the guys she maneuvers there have become a legend among her friends.
It used to be that what happened next was solely a product of what size dick she felt. Nowadays, she says, she's a little more discriminating, less selective, and more a result of the conversation. She began this as a size queen, only going farther with large and monster cocks, but she's since seen fit to bestow her loving touch on those of us who fall in the "average" category. When I asked, she said she'd seen the error of her ways. When I pressed her further (and she LOVES being pressed, especially in some sensitive places), she let me know that it had more to do with her becoming more interested in the guy attached to the dick.
