"Mom...mom...mom...!"
The voice of Claire's son was but a distant noise, barely audible over the moaning coming from Claire's AirPods.
The woman lay in her bed, one hand holding her phone, her other hand furiously rubbing her clit beneath the sheets. The porn video continued playing, keeping Claire's blue eyes glued to the screen as a woman around the same age as Claire, 35, was in the process of being roughly pounded by another woman significantly younger than with a strap-on silicone dildo too large to ever be real. The moans continued in her ear and Claire sped up her own ministrations to her bud. The familiar tingle of an impending orgasm rose up in her stomach, causing her toes to curl and a soft moan to escape her throat. Her hand circled against her clit faster, harder, the tingling grew stronger. She was close. She was so close. She felt her folds grow slicker by the second.
The woman getting plowed screamed loudly, squirting as her orgasm hit. Claire dropped her phone and came at the same time. Her body shook and her own juices poured out of her, drenching her shorts, thighs, and bed sheet where she was sitting. Claire dropped back on her bed, pulling her hand out of her shorts and looked up at the ceiling with heavy breaths. Sunlight shone on her face, highlighting her dark hair and making it seem almost light brown. Her tan skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat despite the ceiling fan spinning on high. The video finally stopped and there was silence. How long had she been at it?
The knocking on her bedroom door finally reached her ears and she heard her son's voice from the other side. Her eyes widened and she sat up, heart racing not from ecstasy, but from panic. She had been at it for so long she lost all track of time! She dropped her earbuds and picked up her phone, glancing at the time. 11:44 AM, she wasn't late, not yet, but she was certainly pushing it.
"Shit, I'm up! Just getting changed!" She threw her sheets off her body and hopped out of bed. She wasted little time in getting changed, simply using a towel to dry herself off from her arousal. No time to shower, simply spray some perfume and she would be fine. She'd be sweating at the bar anyway.
Claire dressed herself in a tight red crop top that showed off a flat stomach and clung to a pair of C-cup sized breasts. Tight black spandex shorts and a pair of white tennis shoes finished the outfit, an outfit designed to show off her tight body and get the customers enticed.
"Mom, you're gonna be late! Are you okay?" Her son called out again, he sounded further away, no longer right outside the door this time. Claire darted towards her door, unlocked it and swung it open to see her son had moved to the bottom of the staircase and was standing in the foyer of their two-story house.
"I'm fine, Kevin." Claire answered with a calming smile. Kevin looked at Claire and shrugged. "How was it at Paul's last night?" Claire asked as she stepped down the stairs towards her son. Kevin shrugged.
"It was fine, we played some video games, ate too much pizza, I slept on the couch." Claire embraced her son, taking the time to give him a strong hug. Late or not, she would always take the time for her son.
"Good, enjoy it, you'll be gone and in college soon." She said after the hug. Kevin smiled and returned the hug.
"Mrs. Owens says hi." He said. Claire smiled and grabbed her purse, double checking that her keys were still inside before hanging it over her shoulder. Katie Owens, a woman in town that sat somewhere between acquaintance and annoying. Sure she was a nice lady, but the way she dressed and had all the teenage boys drooling after her always rubbed Claire the wrong way. Almost like she was intentionally flaunting her fake tits for their attention. Of course, like the good mother she was, she had noticed Katie had the same effect on her own son as well.
"Alright, I have to go to work. Working a double at the Union, it's the start of biker week." She ignored the disappointed huff that came from Kevin, knowing that he was about to complain about how much she had been working lately. "Food is in the fridge, I left some cash on the counter. If you go out, put gas in the car. Bye, love you."
"Love you too mom." Claire smiled at her son and stepped out the front door and into the sweltering Nevada heat. As she walked to the car, she realized it didn't matter if she had showered or not, she was already getting slick with sweat. She climbed into her car, turned the AC to full blast and backed out of her driveway.
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The Union wasn't the town's only bar, but it was certainly its most popular. It was Claire's favorite job by far, even if she was approaching the record for being the oldest employee there outside the actual owner, Jay. Unfortunately, it was only one of Claire's two jobs. During the week, she worked as a teller at the local bank. Friday nights through Saturday were dedicated to shifts at the Union. It left little time for anything other than work. Dating was out of the question, mainly due to not wanting to deal with anyone in this small Nevada town. Sex was definitely not on the table, partially because she knew how easily people got passed around in town, and she was not about to become another tally on a list. She had accepted that her fate now was that of a perpetually horny single mother who spent their free time satisfying her urges on her own.
Claire sped through town as fast as she could without seeming crazy and arrived at 12:03 PM.
"Only three minutes late, not bad." She praised herself with a smile as she parked the car in the alley where the rest of the employees parked. She climbed out and walked quickly through the back door of the bar. Already, it was packed. As expected.
"Oooh girl you're pushing it." A co-worker called out as Claire clocked in. Claire smiled and punched her card in.
"Sorry June, overslept a bit." Claire looked at her shift supervisor and spotted another woman beside her, a younger one that she had never seen before.
"Don't apologize, just don't want Jay to get on you. I'll fudge the time clock later for you. But for now, I want you to meet Selene." June nodded towards the new girl with her and Claire looked at her with a smile. "Selene, meet Claire, you'll be with her today. She's one of our best, so learn all you can."
Claire couldn't help but freeze up at the sight of Selene. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Dark skin, big brown eyes, dark curly hair, and a shapely body that was accented by the tight jeans and t-shirt she wore. She was shorter than Claire, even in the heeled boots she wore, and something about her reminded Claire of the video she was just watching before coming (pun intended) to work. She was obviously younger, clearly college aged. But most importantly, she was someone new. Someone Claire had never seen before.
"Nice to meet you, Claire." Selene answered in an accent that sounded like she was from somewhere on the East Coast. Claire snapped out of her daze and shook Selene's outstretched hand.
"Pleasure's mine, Selene. You ready to get people drunk?" Selene laughed and nodded.
"Born ready."
"Good," Claire waved for Selene to follow and began walking towards the front end of the bar. "It's the start of biker week in town, so we're going to get busy real fast." Claire explained while scanning over the crowd already inside. The smell of alcohol and fried food filled the air. Music played just loud enough on the speakers to drown out the mix of voices from people talking to each other. "Have you ever served drinks before?"
"Yes ma'am, I worked at a bar near where my university was at." Good, at least she wasn't completely new. Claire nodded at Selene and moved towards a group of men standing at the bar waiting to be served.
"What can I get you?" She asked with a smile. The day began.
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Claire couldn't believe how lucky she had gotten today. Selene was far from an amateur, in fact she was skilled enough to even put Claire to shame. She was personable, incredibly flashy, and had an alluring way of keeping the customers coming. After about two hours, the pair were working one half of the bar like people who had been working together for hours. It helped that Selene was a new, and cute, face that made everyone at the bar want to get to know her. Especially the older men, some married, some just lecherous. Though Claire did feel a tad bit of jealousy as the day continued, seeing some of her mainstay customers move on to the new girl like Claire was just old news stung in a way that she couldn't quite explain.
"Claire, break time." June said from behind. Claire was in the middle of popping open a beer. She nodded at June and opened the bottle for her customer. She set the bottle down on the counter and nodded towards the man.
