"God, I haven't had a fuck in hours," I thought as I pulled into the parking lot. My last had been a quickie with my boss, bent over his desk as he fucked his big cock into me hard and fast. I rubbed my clit while he spanked my ass and told me what a dirty little slut I was, and we both ended up cumming in about five minutes. It's truly amazing what you can accomplish when you have a schedule to keep.
I thought back on that encounter as I walked into the bar, feeling his cum drip down my thighs with every step I took. I waved hi to Eddie, the bartender, on my way to the bathrooms at the back. Before the door was even closed behind me, I hiked up my skirt and leaned against the wall with my legs spread. I scooped the cum out of my drenched cunt and licked my fingers clean, closing my eyes and moaning at the taste, but there wasn't enough and I definitely needed more. After rubbing myself to a quick orgasm that only left me hornier than I'd been before, I returned to the front of the bar.
Eddie set me up with a scotch, neat and chatted me up a bit before I decided to survey the night's pickings and see what my options were. I moved quickly past the couples and the bikers and the men old enough to die if I fucked them hard enough and settled on a table full of loud, half-drunk guys of about my age. They were definitely celebrating something, though it wasn't immediately apparent what it was.
Having decided on my prey, I ordered a "chick drink" and moved to a table in their line of site, but not too obviously close to them. I crossed my long legs, letting my short skirt slide up to show off my thigh a bit, and started to suck absentmindedly on the straw. I was flipping through a magazine, pretending not to notice the gradual stares of the other patrons as I moved my lips up and down the straw, slowly, swirling my tongue around it a bit.
I caught the eye of one of the guys and soon he came over and offered to buy me a drink. I smiled coyly and accepted, inviting him to join me. We chatted about absolutely nothing, both of us knowing that we were just playing the game, both of us knowing where that game would take us.