Lyin Eyes

The dim lighting did little to cover the decrepit state of some of the stools and booths in the establishment my boyfriend brought me to. We weren't out on a date but we were there for his enjoyment. I found one of the least damaged stools and carefully held my skirt in place as I sat on it. I lifted my feet to the metal rim and glanced over as my boyfriend took a seat on the opposite side of the bar from me, just around the corner of the U shaped serving area. Then we waited.

It took hours for him to decide, and when he did I was both relieved and irritated it'd taken so long.

I rolled my eyes and pursed my lips. It was the sixth time that night a brave man wandered over to my side of the bar top--most of them drunk off their asses--and slurred their way through a pickup line that would've required me to be unconscious to fall for. He wasn't slurring, though. He'd been drinking for certain, but he was leaning on the bar, not using it to hold himself up.

I glanced over at the corner of the bar where my boyfriend,the handsome, tall, dark-haired and cocky young man, smiled and nodded, his eyes brightening as he leaned forward and called the bartender over to him.

I grimaced then cocked my eyebrow.

You sure?

I asked him without saying a word. His grin widened, almost to a young Jack Nicholson degree as he nodded slowly, subtly. My nose crinkled but I turned back to the guy supporting himself next to me. "Well aren't you a... charming... thing." My southern drawl was quite notable as I flipped my golden blonde hair over my bare shoulder and smiled at him.

It wasn't hard to understand why he'd approached me. My tight red corset top with little ruffly cap sleeves left little to the imagination; that I wasn't wearing a bra certainly added to my appeal, making it almost impossible for men to resist shooting their shot with me. Then there was the micro-mini black denim skirt and black suede thigh high boots with a sharp silver stiletto and red sole. I wasn't dressed like the typical barfly for an establishment like this. I was looking for trouble, and it seemed this older fella would be happy to provide.

I'd already turned down five young and quite attractive men. I think one might've been under the legally required twenty-one, but still held a beer in one hand as he draped the other around my shoulder before I shrugged it off. I wasn't generally fond of them touching me, so I don't know why I didn't gently redirect him as his fingers dangled over the bar. They moved a little lower and he lightly stroked his fingertips over my leg, just beneath the hem of my skirt. Maybe it was because he wasn't as drunk as the others had been.

The youngest of my attempted suitors was the easiest to reject, cute as he was. I just wasn't into younger men, even if they were only a year or two my junior. Besides, he might've been seen as genuine competition and that wasn't fun for Richie. No, my boyfriend always chose the same. The mid-forties, balding, overweight drunk who still wore his wedding band even though he'd probably been divorced for years.

I looked over the man beside me. Thinning hair, a bit of a gut, but not obscenely so, a softly rounded face. He wasn't quite as grotesque as the men Richie usually selected. I glanced around and noticed none of them were. Slim pickings it would seem.

Well, at least this one still had all of his teeth and didn't smell of body odor. A bit of a gut-rot whiskey scent, but otherwise he seemed fairly well kept, maybe even a bit charming when he stood there with a confidence that outpaced his looks. His fingers slid toward my inner thigh and I arched an eyebrow as I glanced down.

Maybe I'll actually enjoy it this time.

The man smiled and I tipped my head to the side as I observed him.

Okay, he has a nice smile.

"What brings a young thing like you..." Whatever came after that I tuned out, having heard it before so many times. But, I still smiled as he spoke, pretending to drink it in with glee. There were undoubtedly some comments on my looks, my blonde hair, my red lipstick, my bright green eyes. There always were. I was disappointed by the turn. I thought he might've been different in his approach.

I didn't have any fun with this part. The playful batting of my eyelashes, the swooning for lines that made my stomach roil, their self-deprecation, even the borderline rapey comments that amounted to "normally I'd have to force a girl like you to pay attention to me," had to be endured with a gentle laugh and flirty smile.

This was the part Richie enjoyed most, I think. He didn't get off on it, but he enjoyed it. Watching me lower myself, trying to keep the interest of a man who would never have a chance with me under normal circumstances. And I did, every goddamn time, because I loved him and it made him happy.

The fact that I was willing to degrade myself for him gave him pleasure. My degradation meant picking some sad fool to give a blowjob behind the bar. Near the dumpsters so I had to kneel in filth and trash in my expensive clothing. Disgusting. But he indulged me with my kinks, too, so once a month, I indulged this one.

My hand lay on top of the man's after he coaxed a genuine laugh from me. I don't remember what he said, butit surprised me. This guy wasn't like the others afterall. Sure, he was twice my age with a slight gut and thinning hair, but he also had the most beautiful sapphire blue eyes ringed with long dark eyelashes and deep smile lines. He laughed often and loud given those lines. I liked that.

"So, since you're still talking to me, I'm gonna ask the big question. What kind of rates are we talking here?" he asked.

My face twisted in confusion. "Sorry? Rates?"

He looked me over. "Yeah. I mean, a girl like you doesn't let a guy like me chat her up unless she's expecting to get paid."

My gaze shot back toward Richie, he was subtle in his observation, his eyes only lifting to us when he sipped his drink. "I'm not a prostitute, Peter." I glanced down at my outfit, my cheeks flushing red. "Though I certainly understand why you might think that. This isn't how I normally dress." And then I found myself confessing the intent behind my presence in his social space. "I dress like this for my boyfriend. When we go out, I mean."

"You have a boyfriend and you're letting me hit you up?" He grimaced a little.

"That's for him, too." I sighed and lifted my gaze to meet his. "I'm not fond of what excites him, but I like making him happy. And he likes watching me take older men behind a bar, give them a blowjob in the filth near the dumpsters, letting them... ejaculate on my face, then walking me home like that while calling me disgusting names."

He frowned. "If you don't like it, why do it?"

"Because it makes him happy. It's only once a month. And I do like giving blowjob, so that isn't a problem for me. It's the filth and the names that upset me." My voice cracked unexpectedly, and the older man, Peter, reached out and stroked my cheek.

"He's putting you at risk. What if a guy doesn't want a blowjob?"

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Every guy wants a blowjob from me."

"That's not what I meant. Has anyone ever tried to take more than what you offered him? What would your boyfriend do if they did?"

My brow furrowed as I thought about it. Then I shook my head. "No. No one's ever tried, they've been quite happy with their blowjob and getting to cum on my face. I don't even show them my breasts or anything. They never touch me anywhere but my head and mouth."

He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "Would you like to see what he'll do?" His hand stroked the back of my neck and I shivered.

Then I nodded.

I don't know why I nodded, but I did.

He took my hand and pulled me from my barstool. But he didn't take me outside. He took me to the old parquet floor at the center of the bar, near the jukebox. Dropped a couple of quarters in after fishing them out of his pocket, selected a song, then came back to me and bowed slightly.

How could I do anything but smile and attempt to curtsy in my short skirt and heeled boots. The music started, I didn't recognize the song--before my time, I supposed. He pulled me in close, dancing so gently with me. I looked over his shoulder at Richie. His lips were pursed and he was angrily stabbing at the ice in his drink with a stirrer thing. I raised my palms in a

what the fuck am I supposed to do?

gesture.

He settled with that and Peter's hands stayed on my waist as he guided me in the dance. One of the lyrics caught my attention.

Your smile is a thin disguise.

I lowered my head in thought and listened closer to the lyrics. I couldn't help but feel he chose the song with intent. "I'm not a cheater," I said softly. "I've only ever been with him until he asked me to do this."

Peter's hand slid up my back and curled over my shoulder as he held me a little tighter to him. "Your boyfriend is a piece of shit. He's putting you in danger of all kinds of things and he doesn't even care." His hand moved to the back of my neck and caressed it. "We're gonna go behind the bar and you're gonna try to give me that blowjob. I'm not gonna let you, though. There's a chain link fence and a brick wall. We're going to start at the wall, then I'm gonna turn you towards the fence, hike up your skirt, rip off your panties, and I'm gonna fuck you if he doesn't stop me first. I'll go slow. Give him plenty of time to realize what's going to happen. Understand?"

I nodded, my breath hitched at the thought and my thighs squeezed together. His breath was warm on my ear as he continued. "And I'm gonna cum right inside of you unless you tell me not to. You should resist me. Cry, plead for me to stop. Plead for him to help you if you want. I know guys like him. He won't stop me. This is what he's been hoping for."

He kissed just in front of my ear and I shivered. My gaze shifted back to Richie and I drew in a shuddering breath. "What if he hurts you?" I asked, my voice barely louder than the music.

"He won't. He's gonna watch me fuck you and he's gonna get off to your struggling with me. Then he's gonna ask you to do it again. And again. Until you're left a beautiful but broken girl."

A few tears slipped down my cheeks and I held back a sob with a hard swallow. His hand came up and stroked my hair as the music began to fade out. "If you don't want me to continue with anything, just say 'chaser' and I'll stop."

I nodded and his hand slipped back down to my hip as he guided me from the wooden floor and turned us toward the exit. My legs were trembling with each step.

Richie wouldn't let him... He'll stop it.

I wasn't so certain I would stop it if Richie didn't. My boyfriend chose men he didn't see as competition to him. Men I'd never be with willingly. This was the first time he ever got it wrong.

Peter was assertive. I liked assertive. He seemed kind. I liked that, too. But as he kissed my neck while we walked around the pathway behind the bar, it was extremely sexy. And that I

really

liked.

The area behind the bar was little more than a dead-end alley. The brick wall along the left side was the back of the bar and an industrial exhaust fan rattled near the corner of the building. The chain link fence he'd mentioned went from the wall and down about six feet, a big blue dumpster sat in front of it, then the fence continued along the far side and back down the path alongside the bar. Beyond the fence was a small overgrown grassy area that curved down into a canal.

Richie's footsteps weren't far behind ours. I glanced over my shoulder as we neared the dumpster. He was at the corner of the building, peering around the corner.

He'll stop it.

I started to kneel near the dumpster, but Peter grabbed my jaw and waist, and prevented me from doing so. My gaze lifted to his, I was startled that he actually stopped me from giving him a blowjob.

Then Peter pushed me up against the brick wall of the bar, opposite the fence.. He kissed my neck and his hands slid down my body. I moaned without meaning to as his fingers pulled my top down enough to lift my breasts from the material. I glanced toward Richie. He was watching. Staring at Peter's thumb and forefinger pinching my nipples and twisting slightly. I closed my eyes and didn't stop him when he lowered his lips to my breast. His palm easily cupped the entire swell of the breast not in his mouth. But when he took my nipple between his lips, I wasn't prepared for the way his tongue would curl beneath and slide over my rigid and sensitive skin. My hands moved to his shoulders and I tried to push him away but he held firmly to me. His tongue made me shiver before he turned his attention to the other nipple.

When he pulled his mouth from me, his fingers took the place of his tongue. I don't think my nipples had ever been so prominent before. He kissed his way back up to my neck, his voice soft in my ear, "See, he's not gonna stop me. He might even pull his dick out as he watches."

I glanced toward Richie. His brow was furrowed. Even in the shadows I could see it. He wasn't going to stop Peter. And my breath shuddered as Peter's lips pressed to mine. His tongue was warm and agile. His kiss deep, but tender. I kissed him back for a moment before I remembered I was supposed to be resisting.

My head turned away from him, breaking the kiss. "Wait wait. I want to blow you." I offered as I began to slide down the wall again. He wrapped his hand around my neck and pinned me there. And for a moment, I was afraid.

His words weren't whispered. He was ensuring Richie heard him. "And I want to fuck you. Not your mouth, but"--his free hand slid up my inner thigh, until he stroked along my panties --"here."

I trembled and whimpered. "Please... just the blowjob?" I wasn't sure if I was on the verge of tears from the fear or the anticipation, but he laughed at my pleading then grasped the waist of my panties and pulled. I cried out, a little whimper as my thin lace g-string tore away on one side.

"Pretty girls shouldn't tease horny old men, sweetheart." He winked at me then leaned in as his fingers began to caress my clit. They slid back to my opening and found me slick and ready for him. He shuddered, then whispered, "Chaser, don't forge. Just say it and I'll stop cold."

I nodded and a small, "Mm hmm," managed to escape my lips. Then his fingers pushed into me and we both moaned. My hand moved to his wrist, trying so hard to put up the image of resistance even when it felt so fucking good.

My gaze shifted back to Richie in the shadows near the corner of the bar. He was biting his lip and had stepped partially away from the building. His hand was in his pants. I don't know if I was relieved or concerned that he wasn't coming any nearer.

Peter leaned into me again. "My God you're wet. Are you into this?"

I nodded and swallowed hard.

"Is it him watching that you're into, or me being forceful?" His fingers slid alongside my clit, they glided with ease as I quivered with building pleasure.

"I don't know."

He smiled and kissed me again, forcefully this time. He spoke softly near my ear, "After you dump him, let's find out."

I nodded and he laughed lightly.

He surprised me by releasing my neck, then he slid down in front of me. His kiss on my hip was tender. He followed my hip bone, then kissed down the soft tuft of hair at the center of my mons, and as his tongue slid into my folds and teased my clit, my legs became shaky and weak.

I wasn't opposed. I just didn't expect him to... well, I didn't expect him to do anything but turn me around and sink his dick into me. My breathing became ragged as he parted my legs and angled himself awkwardly to get a full lick of my pussy. His tongue teased at my opening then lightly flicked against the tip of my clit. I squirmed and lowered my hips to his face as my hands grasped the back of his head.

"Oh, fu..." I gasped. My hips tilted to give him better access and my thighs trembled as I neared release. I offered Richie one last glance. My expression may have denoted fear, but it was most likely pleasure I was unable to hide.

When Peter stood back up, he grabbed my hips and pushed me into the fence opposite us. I stumbled, my fingers hooking into a few links to support myself. It was sturdy, no give and rigid against my body. I gasped as I looked toward Richie. From this angle, I could see more of him. His hand moved in his pants as he watched.

I was pissed. If this had been a real assault by one of the guys he chose, he would've just watched them do it. He would've enjoyed watching me get... I turned my head away. In that moment, he and I were over. This wasn't about indulging him anymore, it was about realizing what he'd actually been waiting to happen to me, and it hurt.

Peter's cock teased between the slick warmth of my pussy lips and I knew he wasn't wearing a condom. I didn't care. I lifted my ass by standing on my tip toes and moaned as he sank into me. His thrusts were rhythmic and gentle. My fingers tightened on the fence as I pushed my ass back toward him.

With my acceptance of him, he tuned out our voyeur and focused on me. His hands cupped my breasts, teasing my aching nipples. As he thrust into me, the motion scraped my breastsalong the metal of the fence. He kissed the side of my neck, breathing hard with each satisfied grunt as he pushed fully into me, then his hands moved down my shirt and skirt and between my thighs.

Richie was a little above average in size, while Peter probably hit that average mark. But sex with Richie didn't feel like this. Peter's cock head rubbed and pressed into sensitive areas inside of me. Richie's seemed to miss those areas entirely. I couldn't help but wonder if that was intentional. I didn't know penetration could feel as good as clitoral stimulation, but Peter was generous with his attention towards my body.

I blanked everything but him and the cold of the fence pressing to my breasts in a honeycomb pattern. Peter held me up as I cried out and tightened my thighs together, squeezing his cock inside. He wrapped one arm around my waist and one hand moved up to close over mine as it clung to the fence.

He was breathing hard on my neck as he slowed and let me ride out my orgasm. "Good girl," he whispered in a ragged tone that clearly took him significant effort. Peter kissed my neck and I pressed my ass back harder, squeezing his cock within me.

"You said you wanted to cum in me," I said once my body stopped quaking in pleasure.

"I don't have to. I was just... Mmm." I moved my hips back to him and looked over my shoulder.

My lips were pouty and my eyes were wide with need. "Please?" I begged.

He smiled. "Please what?" His hand moved into my hair and he turned my head a little more.

I whimpered and gasped. "Please cum in me? I've never let him - I want it."

He kissed me, his hand still gripping a fistful of my hair. "You want me to fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Next to a dumpster behind a bar with your lowlife ex-boyfriend watching?"

I shivered at the intensity of his tone and gasped as he pulled my hair a little harder. "Yes. Please. I want it. Want you..."

Peter smiled and called out without slowing down or stopping. "She wants me to cum in her. Do you want a closer view, you piece of shit?"

My eyes were wide and I stayed facing forward, fingers gripping the wire of the fence, my ass lifted as he continued to pump into me. My top and skirt both pushed towards my waist. I didn't even look down when I felt another set of hands on me. I knew it was Richie who sat on the filthy ground in front of me, his hands on my thighs.

Peter stroked into me and Richie moaned as he watched up close. Then I felt the delicate lick of a tentative tongue on my clit. I gasped and tightened my grip on the fence, my eyes closed.