It was Friday night and time to go to work. Most twenty something people would frown at working on a Friday night. But Fallon didn't. She had a job that they didn't have. Fallon worked at a bar. She was the assistant manager of one of the city's best rock clubs. Work never really was work. All she had to do was come in for a couple hours in the afternoon, and then come to the club at night and make sure everyone was having fun. Some nights she would escort visitors home to make extra sure they had a great night. It really didn't matter to Fallon who she went home with; guys, girls, guys and girls, whatever. She didn't think of herself as bisexual, more as a try-sexual: she would try just about anything.
As of late, however, Fallon had only been going home with one person. He was a drummer in a band that played at the bar quite frequently. Everyone said they were dating, but she thought of it as friends with benefits (awesome benefits!) simply because they skipped the formalities and went straight to bed. Tonight was one such night that his band was going to play.
As Fallon walked up to the front door of the bar, the jaw of every guy in line hit the floor. She was wearing her favorite pleated plaid miniskirt that barely covered her luscious ass and reminded many of a schoolgirl skirt. As if that wasn't revealing enough, she was wearing a tight white shirt with a neck line that plunged between her full D-cup breasts, teasingly exposing a black lace bra.
"You're such a damn tease," Chris said with a kiss on the cheek as she hugged him. Chris and Fallon had been friends for years, and in the past he had been the one that would join Fallon, should she be unable to find a suitable companion for the evening. Fallon had stopped sleeping with Chris when she started sleeping with Jarek, but as with most guys, that just made him want her more.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about," she said grinning. She walked on past him and into the bar causing every girl in line to groan their displeasure because she didn't have to wait.
The bar was already filling up and the techs for the opening band were already on stage getting ready. She made her way to the bar and waited for a drink. Finally, Nathan made his way to Fallon and made her favorite drink, a Jack and Coke. Drink in hand, Fallon finally surveyed the scenery. She didn't like to check people out until she had a drink. Looking around she noticed a small group at the end of the bar, and one of the girls was checking her out. She thought it only polite to return the gesture. She smiled her sexiest smile and winked, causing the girl to smile broadly. It had been months since Fallon had been with a woman, and she was beginning to miss it. It wasn't that Jarek didn't satisfy her, he did quite well in fact, but there was something about a woman's touch that Fallon enjoyed. She had thought about asking Jarek if he would like to bring someone else home, but she didn't want to over step her bounds. She knew he had a wild side, but didn't know how wild it was.
"You look like a slutty little school girl in that skirt," said a voice into her ear from behind. It was Jarek's voice.
"You remind me of high school." Jarek and Fallon had gone to a private Catholic high school together.
"Do you like it? I wore it especially for you," I asked, turning to face him.
"Oh, you did. Well, I guess I'm going to have reward you later for that skirt," he said and kissed her hard. "I should probably leave now or I'm going to get a hard on. That'll make it a bit hard to play."
"Wait, Jarek. Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Is it bad?"
"No, I don't think so. Is there somewhere quite backstage we can go?"
"Yeah, follow me."
Jarek took her backstage to a bathroom for the musicians. The guys from his band whistled and catcalled as the two closed the door.
"Sorry, I know it's not glamorous, but its quiet and we're alone."
"It's fine."
"What did you want to talk about?"
"Well, I had an idea I wanted to pass by you. You said you wanted a present for your birthday, a kinky present right?"
"Yeah," he said with a questioning look on his face.
"What did you have in mind when you said kinky?"
"I don't know, babe. I was just thinking toys, whips, chains, some cute little outfit, I don't know. You're a pretty dirty girl; I figured you would think of something fun."
"Well, I think I have, but I wanted to make sure it was ok with you first."
"What is it?"
"How would you like it if I brought someone else home with us?"
"Who did you have in mind?" He didn't sound as thrilled as she would have liked.
"Well I was thinking brunette, petite, long hair good for pulling, big tits like mine, tight ass, legs for miles. What do you think?" But the growing bulge in his pants spoke for him. Jarek couldn't help but smile.
"Are you serious?!"
"Yes, I'm serious. I even have someone picked out. Just need to see if she is willing. So, you're not freaked out by this?"
"Freaked out? No! Ever since you told me you were bisexual I was hoping we would eventually bring someone home."
"Wow! I was worried to ask you because I wasn't sure how you would feel about it."
"Honestly, how did you think I would react? My gorgeous-ass girlfriend just asked if she could bring another hot woman home to bed with us. That is like every guy's dream. However, it would probably be different if you asked to bring home another man."
"Wait, you just called me your girlfriend."
"Did I?"
"Yes."
"Is that a bad thing?"