Cassie hunched over the bar lazily, her elbows up and chin resting in her soft palms. Her tongue flicked mindlessly over the pair of symmetrical studs embedded in her lower lip. She glanced around the bar for the millionth time, vision partially obscured by the long evergreen hair that draped in front of her left eye. She stood at the bar, waiting patiently for anything that could liven up such a dull day.
The 28-year-old bartender sat in her bored trance, her pale skin illuminated by the dull green and pink glow of the various neon signs that peppered the walls. She wore a thin leather jacket, whose front had been left to hang permanently open from the removal of its zipper. The only clothing that even attempted to hide her bare chest was a fishnet crop top that struggled to contain the lithe woman's shapely D cup bust and whose only glimmer of modesty were 2 black X's that concealed her perky nipples. Her well-rounded ass was hidden by a short black miniskirt that hugged her marshmallow rump so tightly it was as if even the fabric adored her curves. The silky smooth skin of her legs lead an ivory path from her skirt's bottom to her high heels, a pair of open-toed, platform stripper heels whose black color and slight shine perfectly matched each of her nails. Lastly, a glittering silver ring adorned her right ring finger, proof of the husband with whom she shared ownership of the bar.
Before long the anything she desired showed itself in the form of a customer, her first in hours. A chiseled Latino man stepped into the bar, dressed in a tight white shirt that put his toned body on full display and making it all too easy to envision the exact shape of every caramel muscle on his young body. He wore a baggy pair of black shorts that, in contrast to his shirt obscured the shape of everything from his belt line to his knees.
"Hey there, beautiful." He purred smoothly as he leaned an elbow on the counter "Whatchu got behind the bar that'll show me a good time?" he said with a calm smile.
Cassie did little more than raise an eyebrow, her chin remaining nestled in her palms. She gave him a quick look over, his short black hair and thin goatee perfectly complimented his young, yet masculine features giving him a look that blended suave and street pretty nicely. His cute face aside Cassie moved on, it's not like she was remotely interested, anyway. Her expression was unchanging as her gaze met his, and she spoke "Ain't shit behind this counter for you until you show me an ID." She spoke plainly.
"Oh, yeah, sure..." He said, maintaining his suave demeanor as he spoke, but Cassie immediately noticed the apprehension in his voice as he wrestled a small plastic card from his pocket and tossed it on the counter in front of her.
Cassie straightened herself up as she grabbed the card off the countertop. Immediately letting out a condescending chuckle when she looked at it "Sorry, Kiddo, but 18 is less than 21." She carelessly tossed the ID back to him. "Come back when you learn how to count that high, junior." She berated him with a dismissive roll of her eyes.
The Hispanic teen paused for a moment before slamming his palms down on the table. "Oh come on, you goth bitch, just give me something to drink!" He yelled, his voice booming.
"Okay, first things fucking first: I'm punk; you dumb fuck. Second, I'm not selling you a goddamn thing. This bar pays my fucking rent and I'm not about to give it up for some Latin fuckboy just because he's shouting like the stupid fucking brat he is!" She snarled back.
He took a deep breath through his nose, closing his eyes for speaking again, his voice struggling to maintain a calm tone. "I came here to get plastered and pick up a slut or two. I'm not leaving without a drink, you Technicolor skank. Get me?" Despite his calm tone the clear undertone of aggression carried through in his voice.
"You must be stupider than you look. Even if I gave you something to drink there isn't a single chick in this bar! So unless you plan to stick your dick a lime, you're shit out of luck. And besides, shouldn't someone your age be more worried about cooties?" She snarled back, concluding with a sarcastic question that dripped with disdain.
"I see one." Chuckled the bronze teen with a smug grin. "Some bitch with green hair and snakebites who could use a big Mexican cock to shut her the fuck up!" He rebounded her aggression with a growl, eyes scowering up and down her hourglass figure and immodest outfit.
Cassie closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose, her nostrils flaring as she took a deep breath; like an angry bull. She thought for a moment, calling the cops on this kid would be the easiest thing to do, but that would be the 4th time she'd have called them about a rowdy patron this week, and she sincerely doubted they'd even show. After a moment of silence she took a deep breath and spoke. "My lunch is in 15 minutes. Go wait in my office, it's the blue door at the end of the bar. When I close up for my lunch I'll come in and give you a hand job, will that shut you the fuck up?" She asked, voice heavy with annoyance.
He thought for a moment before shooting her a smug grin. "Make it a blowjob." he said, a hint of cockiness in his voice.
Cassie rolled her eyes before shooting the barely legal Latino an aggressive glare. She held up the hand adorned by a pristine silver ring. "Don't push it. I'm married and I don't need you gone THAT badly. At that point I'd just call the cops." She closed her eyes taking another flared breath through her nose "I'll suck one of your nuts while I stroke it, but that's the best you're fucking getting. Oh, and be gone before I finish wiping your pitiful load off the floor. Fucking got it?" She growled, issuing the young stud an order.
He pretended to think for a moment, confident smirk plastered across his face. "Deal, slut." He made his way over to the door. "See you in 15!" He chimed as he stepped into the office, door slamming obnoxiously behind him.
Cassie slouched against the counter and let out an exasperated sigh. "God I fucking hate kids."
After about 20 minutes of silence Cassie stepped up to the front door and upon seeing the barren street she locked the entrance, so she could meet her unwanted guest in the office. She tossed her coat behind the bar and stepped inside, to find the young Latino stud reclined comfortable in her office chair, facing the door and legs wide apart; clearly eager to begin.
"'Bout fucking time; come get started." He ordered with a playful inflection.
Cassie let out a sign, locking the door to the office for good measure before stepping up to him. "Reel it in, jackass. You're way too excited about this." She growled, but her chastisement lost most of its impact as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She took a deep breath, eager to get this over with, she leaned in to delicately hook the waistband of his shorts and yank them down passed his knees.
As she removed the loose fabric from around his waist she quickly understood the reason for his cocky attitude. 12 inches of soda can thick Latino cock sprung free, giving her porcelain face a hefty slap before straightening out. His cockhead pointed proudly to the ceiling, hard as a steel rod. The thick veins that hugged his immense shaft bulged hungrily, but the caramel fuckpole was not moved in the slightest by its own pulsing. She'd never admit it, but this was easily the greatest cock she'd ever seen, his big brown bitch breaker made every man she'd been with look pitiful by comparison; her husband included. The shaft glistened with a slick and sticky sheen. The pungent masculine aroma that accompanied his monsters release told her it was undoubtedly a fresh layer of cum. Her deduction confirmed itself as her eyes drifted down to see a pool of thick, pungent cum forming at the base of his cock. The ivory pool sat nestled in an indent in the skin of his sac between a pair of bronze nuts that outsized golf balls.
"Hope you don't mind, but I thought I'd rub out the easy one while I waited for you. Wouldn't want to let a bitch like you off easy, now would I?" he chuckled, a smug grin reaching ear to ear.
"You fucking pervert..." She growled quietly, a scowl directed up towards the cock teen as she wrapped both of her soft hands around his immense shaft. The intense heat of his caramel cock forced a deep red blush onto her face. She slowly began to slide her hands up and down the tan bitch breaker, eyes locked of the oversized shaft as she did.