"Here, get this down you. Time to get the party started."
A slender hand with bright red polish adorning each perfectly manicured nail thrust a shot glass in my direction. I took it, knocked it back and handed the empty glass back to the owner of the elegant hand.
"Better?" she smiled sweetly.
I nodded my head and caught myself staring at her. Her eyes were captivating; shining hazel irises with large dark pupils framed by the most phenomenally long black lashes. Lola - my fellow barmaid and notorious slut! Petite, blond and beautiful she was adorable, I had to admit. She looked like a Barbie princess only Lola would be a naughty X-rated version. She'd be 'sex kitten' Barbie dressed in pink lacy underwear with eight inch stilettos and a bullwhip clenched in her hand!
Lola was sexy, everybody thought so. She appealed to men and women alike and she made a habit of unleashing her ferocious sexual appetite on both. Many a couple had entered Jake's bar with the intention of having a night out together only to leave with Lola linked between their arms and the wildest night of their lives ahead of them. Something about her was irresistible. Maybe it was her confidence or perhaps her unashamedly flirtatious manner? Whatever it was she was fascinating and the possibility of sharing physical intimacy with her aroused everyone she met...including me.
Lola stirred up mixed emotions in my head. The idea that I was to spend the rest of the night indulging in sexual acts with her, Jake and Gary made my cunt burn mercilessly whilst simultaneously scaring the crap out of me. I'd never had a sexual encounter with a woman, it would be my first time, and the idea of experimenting with someone as experienced as Lola was daunting. As time passed, however, I grew increasingly aroused by her attentions. Her eyes hadn't left me all evening, she smiled whenever I looked her way and her elegant hands brushed my skin whenever we passed. God that turned me on!
As if sex with Lola wasn't wicked enough I planned to have an audience watching us, maybe taking part. How depraved! Pee play was on the cards too. Lola loved it, so did I and Jake and Gary were both up for something more adventurous than a conventional fuck. I shuddered, my cunt juices stirring even though the bar wouldn't be closed for hours yet and nothing could happen until it did.
"Do you know what you're letting yourself in for?" Oz whispered in my ear as he noticed the direction of my gaze. "She'll eat you alive!"
"That's the general idea isn't it?" I smiled lustily.
My eyes followed Lola's movements; the sway of her hips, jiggle of her ass and the tantalising way her breasts bounced as she walked. I stared at her chest hypnotised by her dark nipples which showed through the thin material of her tightly fitting white shirt and the buttons that all looked ready to pop. I watched her blond ponytail swish as she worked and noted the reaction of the punters as she flashed her seductive white smile and batted those long eyelashes. They all loved her. They all lusted after her. Everyone in the bar wanted a piece of Lola and to my amazement I'd found that I was no exception. I never believed I could ever feel that way, not about her. I hadn't even liked Lola. We worked together every day but hardly every spoke. How had all that changed?
My eyes wandered across the room to find Gary, my tall, freckle-faced boyfriend who'd barged his way into my life mere days ago and changed it for ever. Gary's brash manner and open eagerness for sexual experimentation was what had led me to have feelings for Lola and to willingly agree to a night of wicked debauchery with her and Jake. I watched him serving customers behind the bar, smiling at them, flirting. He oozed charm and irresistible sexuality the same way Lola did.
"Tam? Tam?"
"Hmm?" I turned to find Oz frowning at me. "What?"
"Are you seriously going to have sex with Jake and Lola?"
"And Gary."
"Four of you? Are you mad?"
"It'll be fun. I'm looking forward to it," I said trying to look confident.
I glanced back at Lola. She'd returned to the bar and was chatting to Gary. The two of them were whispering together and laughing.
Oz pulled a face. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"Of course."
"I don't think you do," he said shaking his head. "You won't like it when he fucks her in front of you."
"When who does, Jake?"
"No. Gary. He will you know. He won't be able to keep his hands off her."
I drew in my breath and bit my lip; that would be the downside of the evening. Gary would want Lola as much as I did. He'd harboured a soft spot for her ever since they'd met and I knew he was looking forward to seeing some action with her. I'd have to let him. I couldn't very easily have her myself and not let him have a go, could I? Somehow I'd have overcome the intense jealousy that welled inside me whenever I thought of sharing Gary. Or was it Lola I didn't want to share? Or Jake? I didn't know anymore.
"If he fucks her I'll fuck Jake," I said dismissively to which Oz laughed scornfully. I ignored him. "Will you be there?" I asked knowing full well he would be. Oz wouldn't pass up the chance to see Jake's cock in action.
"You're getting together at Jake's apartment, right?"
"That's the plan," I confirmed.
"I live there. Where else would I be? Just don't ask me to join in, ok? The answer's no!"
"I bet you watch!" I teased, nudging him, "especially when Jake gets naked."
"Fuck off Tam!" Oz grinned.
Oz wasn't upset with me. He found it quite a comfort to finally have someone to confide in over his obsession with Jake. He'd kept it hidden for a long time. Poor Oz was utterly besotted with his flatmate and boss, a fixation which was never going to be reciprocated. Jake was strictly heterosexual and would never deviate from that leaving Oz no other choice than to grab hold of as much sexual satisfaction as he could from standing back and watching Jake fuck someone else. Jake didn't mind him watching. He was something of an exhibitionist and liked an audience of any kind. Technically speaking the evening we had planned wouldn't be a foursome - there'd be five of us.
I spotted Jake on the far side of the bar heading towards his office. There was something I needed to ask him. "Oz, can you cover for me a moment?" I asked.
"Course," he nodded.
I glanced towards the bar again smiling at Gary who was busy serving the crowds of customers three rows deep. He charmed them all as he poured their drinks and raked in the never ending flow of euros that allowed myself and my fellow workers to stay in Cyprus. Gary was a good worker; confident, charismatic and efficient. It was little wonder Jake wanted to keep him on. I wondered if Gary had accepted the job offer yet. I hoped so. Failure to take-up Jake's generous offer may indicate that Gary had no plans to stay on in Cyprus and the thought that he may leave was unbearable.
I knocked on Jake's office door entering without waiting to be asked.
Jake beckoned me over, a beer bottle in his hand. "Tam, I was hoping to talk to you. Are you still ok to start tomorrow? Lola wants to finish a day early."
"Yeah, that's fine. Oz said he'd show me the ropes." I shifted awkwardly. "Has he spoken to you?" I asked, a tight knot of anticipation forming in my stomach. "Gary, has he accepted the job?"
Jake shook his head, his piercing blue eyes searching my face. "His friends were in earlier, the ones I saw him going to the beach with. They were looking for him but I assume he was with you?"
I nodded. Yes, he had been. Gary and I had spent the afternoon at my apartment getting to know each other better...much better. "Did you talk to them?"
