FRIDAY EVENING (PART 2 — THE BAR & HOME)
Without a doubt, Ben and Cori had the most complex relationship of any of the group. To Chad, Cori was a fuck toy and, though they got along all right, she wouldn't consider themselves close friends —he had a girlfriend, for crying out loud. John was like a father figure Cori so desperately wanted to please and make proud. Ty was like a best friend who was fun to hang out with — she and Ty had almost as much not having sex as they did having it. Sure, he enjoyed his time fucking her and did it as often as he could, but he was also nice and fun-loving.
Ben, on the other hand, was a combination of a lot of things to Cori. He was like a big brother, but he was also a boss and the only guy in the group she would consider boyfriend material. As her employer and "big brother", she knew he felt a tremendous responsibility to protect her and make sure she was treated with respect. At the same time, he was a man with physical needs and desires. Further, he was a businessman who needed Cori to do certain things to maintain a high profit level.
Torn in all these directions, Ben could one night be kind, sweet and romantic, the next night be laid back , the next night fun-loving an the next night ready for more serious, intense sex. Fortunately, he had Cori three nights a week, so he could afford to go in cycles. Tonight, he was horny and rambunctious and, as a result, had employed Cori as his sex toy for the evening. No doubt, there would be some hard fucking as the night continued. But by Sunday night, he was liable to be mellowed out and ready for a nice quiet evening in with gentle lovemaking, almost like a married couple might do.
Since she understood him so well, Ben's moodiness never strained their relationship. She knew when he needed someone to be caring and loving and when he needed her to be a sex-crazed slut and she was happy to be both for him. It was a complex relationship, all right, but a good one and a fun one that Cori believed would last long past her days as a sex toy.
But a sex toy was all she was to Ben tonight and he was in a very horny, very naughty mood. He wanted to fuck her so many times, so many ways and he wanted to show her off some more. Since it was getting late — about 9 p.m. now — he suggested they go to Bailey's, a local bar and grill. By this time on a Friday night, it was sure to be crowded with people blowing off steam after a hard work week. What better treat for them than to an hour or two of Cori ogling? In her high heels and bobbi socks, tiny skirt with no panties and barely-there bikini top, she was perfectly attired and ready to be put on display.
When they pulled in, the parking lot was full and Ben had to park at the back end of the lot. They got out of the car and noticed that the wind had picked up and it was starting to rain lightly — the forecasters had been right about an impending storm after all. Instantly, the wind flipped up Cori's skirt, revealing her pussy and ass to anyone fortunate enough to be in view of her.
Cori knew better than to try to push the skirt down — Ben would have told her to leave it alone. So, she walked in completely on display and with Ben's hand firmly on her ass cheek, much to the delight of a crowd of men standing around a pickup truck, apparently preparing to leave and head off to their next bar or party. They whistled and cheered and made crude, drunken comments, none of which surprised or disturbed Cori. She had heard it all before. She knew Ben liked to see her on display in public like this and that he would protect her if anyone got out of hand. Of course, no one did and they entered the bar without incident.
They had been here many times before, so there wasn't a big shock reaction when they came in. But all heads still turned, anxious to check out Cori and her skimpy outfit of the day. The guy to girl ratio was about 3-to-1 in the bar, so at least 75 percent of the patrons were quite happy to see her. Most of the girls — who otherwise would have been considered scantily clad if not compared to Cori — were jealous of her and unhappy to see her. They came to this bar specifically to pick up men, knowing there were more men than women. They didn't like the guys to be distracted by Cori and hated it when they showed much more interest in her.
Two women who weren't disappointed to see Cori, however, were her dear friends Tammy (whose dad ran the diner) and Gina, who waved to Ben and Cori and motioned for them to join their table. Gina, Tammy and Cori had been best friends since high school and they were still close now. Tammy and Gina knew all about Cori's job and the many duties that came with it. Cori told them everything. They understood and supported her and defended her against those who called Cori a slut or a whore.
Tammy and Gina, who were roommates, were both fairly attractive girls in their own right. Gina was short and curvy with dark hair. She was only about 5-2, so her 34C breasts looked extra large on her small frame. She had an average face and she was carrying a few extra pounds on her hips and thighs, but most guys certainly found her attractive enough to date, if for no other reason than to get a shot at those tits.
Tammy was much taller, with light brown hair. She was nearly 6 feet tall with long legs, which she liked to show off — though not nearly as brazenly as Cori would. She had a flat chest and a slightly oversized nose, but was again a better –than average looking girl.
Tammy was wearing low heels, a denim mini skirt (with regular panties underneath), and a silky red blouse (with a bra). Gina had on a pair of tight jeans, pumps, and a tight white cotton blouse (with a bra) that accentuated her large breasts. Both girls dressed to show off their best assets, but neither wore anything remotely slutty or excessively revealing.
They were sitting alone at a table, having drinks bough t for them by would-be suitors at the bar. They each jumped down off their stools to hug Cori and Ben, whom they were also friends with, then urged them to join them.
"Wow, Cori, you look great tonight," Gina said, admiring Cori's skimpy attire. Even though Gina didn't want to dress like Cori, she respected Cori's right to do so and admired her ability to do it without embarrassment or shame. "So, how many times have you fucked our dear friend tonight?" she asked Ben.
"Just once so far," he smiled. "But the night's still young."
"So what have you two been up to so far?" Tammy asked as they all climbed back up on their stools and sat down.
"We've been shopping," Cori said. "We went to the mall and bought a bunch of new outfits and shoes."
"Well, we didn't buy the shoes," Ben said. "Cori worked a special deal and got about $500 worth of shoes for free."
"Really?" Gina asked. "How'd you do that?"
"Oh, I gave the manager and his son blowjobs," Cori said nonchalantly. "I've swallowed so much cum today, I shouldn't even be hungry, but I'm starving!" They all laughed and Cori reflected on how thankful she was that her friends stuck by her and never judged her for her actions or attire. In fact, they often went shopping with her and helped her pick out news clothes for work. "I'm serious," she continued as they all laughed. "The son almost drowned me. I had cum shooting out of my nose!"
The waitress, who was always friendly to them — mostly because the owner told her to and Ben always tipped well —came by and took their order and then quickly returned with a fresh round of beers. They drank and ate and chatted for the next hour, just like any other group of friends might. Other patrons enjoyed the sight of Cori's bare thighs, completely exposed as she sat on the stool, and nearly bare breasts, but no one bothered them.
The food wasn't great, but edible and the company was fine. Ben and Cori always had a good time hanging out with Gina and Tammy. Cori told them all about her last couple of days, including the thong, the oil, the Sex Toy outfit and the extreme workout. They listened intently, always interested but never shocked by her stories any more. They liked living vicariously through her and hearing about her outrageous experiences.
More than once, Ben had wondered how difficult it would be to get these two girls into a four-way orgy, but he had never broached the subject. He was so happy with his relationship with Cori and she was so good at helping him bring all of his other fantasies to life that he hated to jeopardize the deal they had. Cori was easy to get along with and seldom got offended, but she was very protective of her great friends and Ben understood and respected that. He wouldn't rule out the possibility of bringing another girl or two in the mix at some time down the line, but he doubted that Tammy or Gina would ever be involved.
Still, the images of a three-way, of cum coming out of Cori's nose and his current view of Cori's amazing body were all conspiring to stoke the fire in his loins. Ben was getting hornier by the second, a feeling he enjoyed and liked to let build up until he couldn't contain himself any more. Yes, when the time came he would be fucking Miss Cori very hard and very often tonight. He didn't have to work tomorrow, so he intended to stay up all night. He'd let her sleep some, but wake her up every time he was ready to fuck again. He hoped to nail her at least five or six more times before he had to let her go to work in the morning. Two more times in each hole would be a good goal.
His fantasy was broken up when a large, muscular man with Italian features approached the table and, speaking in a New York accent, said, "Nice harem you got yourself here," he was speaking to Ben. It was obvious this guy wasn't from around here. "How much for the blonde bitch with the big tits?" he asked, nodding toward Cori.
"Oh, she's not a prostitute," Ben responded calmly despite the man's offensive approach. "None of these girls are. They're just friends of mine." This wasn't the first time someone had mistaken Cori for a prostitute and Ben had learned to deal with such matters calmly, avoiding conflict and sending the guys on there way. This guy was different. He was drunk, he was huge and he was obviously intent on fucking Cori one way or another.
"Friends,huh?" he grunted. "Bitches are for fucking, not being friends with. Now, she sure looks like a cheap call-girl slut to me, so just give me the price and let's do this deal. And don't give me no bullshit about extra for anal sex either. I want a straight rate for one hour of fucking. And yes, I want to fuck her more than once."
"Sir, I'm sorry," Ben said, standing up now to position himself between the man and the girls, "but you're mistaken. Yeah, she might be dressed kind of slut, but none of these girls are available to have sex with you or anyone else for any price. Got it?"
"Well, I think you misunderstand me, buddy," the man said, glaring at Ben now, clearly angry. "I intend to get laid and that slut right there is going to be my bitch. I'm willing to pay a fair price, so stop fucking around and name your price before I get angry."
"Listen friend," Ben said, "either you walk away now or you get thrown out of this bar. Which is going to be?"
The man took a couple steps as if to walk away, then wheeled around and grabbed Cori's arm, pulling her off the stool. She fell on the floor and he reached down and pulled her by her tits back up to her feet, ripping her top clean off. He fondled her naked breasts as he started dragging her toward the door. "Come on bitch," he growled. "I'll give you $10 for an hour, how about that? Pretty good money for a whore like you."
Ben dove at the guy, pushing him off Cori and driving him to the floor. A few of Ben's friends joined the fray, helping corral the larger man, dragging him to the door and throwing him out. They watched until the man got in his car and drove away.
