I looked at the faded neon sign hanging on the wall outside and sighed. There was another three hours till closing time and there was still a small number of customers inside. I looked around; they were all commoners. Mostly middle-aged men looking for a nice smile, lap dance or quick fuck.
I re-adjusted my mini skirt, which was covered in cum. My pussy still had crusted cum in it from the last customer. I finished filling a beer and handed it to a sickly-looking man who gave me a sad nod and a crumpled five-dollar bill as a tip.
Then the door opened, and a spritely young man strode in. I observed him as he took in his surroundings, spotted the bar, and headed towards me. I gave him a quick smile, which he returned. He was wearing a long black coat with neat, combed hair.
Then he slid one hundred and fifty dollars towards me. I swept the money into my skirt. He slyly grinned. 'How much time does that give me?' I gave him a suspicious look. 'One hour.' He nodded slowly. 'And for behind the counter?' I looked surprised, then raised one eyebrow. 'Another thirty.' Thirty dollars slid me across the table.
Then he got up. The small bar door swung open and closed as he came at me from behind the started hugging me. His cologne smelled very manly, combined with his gentle manner and tough build, I was practically begging him to fuck me.
He gently undid his pants and took out his cock. It was already rod straight. I went to undo my mini skirt, but he stopped me. Then he rested his cock on my ass cheeks and I gave a short moan. He grinned and whispered in my ear. 'Oh yeah, you want my cock in you?' I moaned agreement. He pushed the top half of my boy over the counter and widened his legs, making his cock angle diagonally.
