"You want another drink?" the bartender asked.
Nikki looked down at her glass, back at the door, and then up at the bartender. "Yeah, why not." The bar had started to fill with the after work crowd, and a few college students. She pulled at the hem of her short skirt and poured off of her barstool for a trip to the bathroom. She had to squeeze through a couple of groups as she made her way to the back. Every time she touched someone it made her realize how exposed she was. She noticed the glances at her tits, but who could help themselves with the way she was dressed? Her loose shirt draped open enough that, with the right perspective, anyone could see through the sheer black, lacy bra. That flimsy thing did nothing to hold in her nipples, which were firm and alive from all of the attention. She was not dressed to be alone.
Pushing through into the hallway in the back, she hurried into the women's room. This place was a blue collar establishment, mostly men, so there was no line. Once inside she caught a look at herself in the mirror. "You are a total slut" she said out loud. It gave her confidence to know that this was her idea, her night. She was in charge of this encounter and it was going to be good for her.
She pouted her lips into an 'O' and touched up her lipstick. This little ploy was all her idea. It was a way to spice up her sex life. Her husband was supposed to come in and pick her up at this bar, but he was already an hour late and she was starting to get a buzz. He should be here soon, she thought, so now was the time to get ready. She took a quick look at the door and reached under her skirt and pulled her panties to her ankles. They got snagged on one of her heels and as she bent over to get them the door opened and the cute blond bartender thundered in.
"Ooops, excuse me!" the girl exclaimed as she rushed into a stall. A brief wave of humiliation washed through Nikki before she swallowed and renewed her confidence. "Damn it," she thought, "I am proud to be a slut tonight." The sound of flushing brought her back and she pretended to fix her make-up again as the bartender came out and washed her hands.
"Got a date tonight?" she asked Nikki
"Not yet" was her only reply, staying her course.
"Well, there is this guy out there who seems awfully interested in you. He just bought you a drink. It looks like you're interested, too. You want me to tell him anything?"
It's about damn time, Nikki thought. "Tell him I'm making myself available and I'll be out in a minute."
"He'll like the sound of that! I'm Alley" the blond replied, extending her hand.
"Nikki, it's good to meet you."
The bartender left and Nikki leaned against the wall, moving a hand under her skirt, parting her lips and spreading the gathering wetness. She collected her resolve and made a persistent effort to get back through the crowd to her seat at the bar. As she slid onto the stool, looking around for her husband, she heard a voice close to her ear, close enough to feel his breath on her neck.
"Are you available now?" the voice asked.
She spun around, the sultry smile on her face waning briefly when she realized it was not her husband. "Wha, . . what do you mean?" she stammered, trying to regain some composure.
