This place wasn't the first choice of places that Kate would have chosen for a night out. The music was trashy, the bar was grimy and there was a genuine debate to be had over which were seedier, staff or clientele. But here she was, on a Friday night, in what seemed to be the only bar that had bothered to open.
Her best friend was off getting drinks, leaving Kate standing awkwardly, trying not to feel too exposed as other patrons stole glances at her exposed legs. If she'd known she was coming to a dump like this, she'd have chosen an outfit other than the short denim skirt and flimsy striped camisole she'd opted for.
A few moments more passed, and eventually her friend rejoined her, having somehow managed to pick up a follower. Kate rolled her eyes; Holly was always doing things like this, and somehow she had no idea that these men were hitting on her, ever.
The brunette smiled warmly at Kate and continued her conversation with this older man, who had broken his eye contact briefly on introduction, drinking in her frame as he continued his tireless attempts at breaking down Holly's guard. Annoyed, Kate noted that her friend seemed to have forgotten to brink her drink back from the bar, despite sipping her own wine rather freely.
Kate could barely make out the full extent of the conversation as the older man whispered into Holly's ear, and her friend giggled flirtatiously. After a moment, Holly shrugged him off and spoke a little louder, laughing playfully "Yes, but you're going to tell any girl that they're special, aren't you!"
He flashed a confident grin and explained in response, "Oh, absolutely not, most girls that I go for are far less work than you, madam!"
Kate laughed internally; this dirty old man seemed to think that her best friend was going to fall for some ridiculous line like that, as if any woman, even in a dump like this, wasn't completely out of his league.
"Listen cutie, if I was looking to just find an attractive woman and get myself off with her, I could have walked up to you or your blonde friend here, and just stuck my hand right up that skirt," He spoke, cockily, as Holly's eyes widened. Kate barely registered what he had said, before his next word made her jump. "Watch!" β¨β¨As he'd spoken, he'd reached out, not even offering Kate the barest decency of eye contact, his hand had found its expert way up and under her short skirt, which was now bunched around his wrist. Firm, confident older fingers were caressing the delicate material of her white briefs. She hoped he'd stop there, and wouldn't mention the rush of heat and moisture that had welcomed his invasive hand.
The moment of initial contact passed, and Holly's eyes drifted away from the hand buried between her best friend's thighs, returning to make eye contact with the man who's skilled fingers were now guiding Kate's underwear aside, his palm pressed possessively against her snatch.
Kate tried to focus on something other than the sensations that were overwhelming her crotch, but whenever she tried to pick up a few words of the conversation happening right before her, her assailant adjusted his tact, pushing her underwear aside and beginning to test the waters between her lips.
Continuing his habit of striking without warning, the gentle and careful probing of her lips transformed, as though his fingers were drawn towards the source of the heat. Kate felt herself wobble as he sunk two fingers deep inside of her, insistently seeking out her most vulnerable spot.
Holly and this dirty old man were laughing, as the hand not currently pushed up inside of Holly's best friends snatch caressed her upper arm, and Holly leant against him, her hand on his chest. Kate couldn't believe that this pervert was getting away with groping her, and that her best friend wasn't just ignoring it, but seemed to think that it was charming, a funny gesture and a demonstration of his confidence.
Her hips buckled again a little, as those skilled fingers found their target on the inner wall of Kate's snatch, and she tried to roll towards the overwhelming sensation. She knew he was aware of how talented he was, and couldn't allow him the pleasure of showing how good it felt. Reaching out, she gripped his wrist with both hands, using his firm forearm to stabilise herself. As she took a grip, his fingers moved faster, deeply massaging her g-spot, making her audibly moan.
"Surely," Kate thought "he's going to stop now, he's proved his point and I'm starting to make a scene." Seemingly she was wrong, as her moans and tightening grip only served to encourage his assault on her most sensitive spots, as her eyes began to close, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress the moans which kept coming.
Opening her eyes, Kate realised that Holly was now pressed against his chest, the two of them whispering to one another, giggling, as his arm reached past Holly and up Kate's skirt. Briefly Kate pictured this shameless pervert taking them both home, and the threesome that would follow. She tried to keep it secret, but she'd always harboured a crush on Holly, and this would be a perfect opportunity to realise that lust.
"I'm so close!" The words escaped her mouth before she'd even realised they were true.
"Please can I come?" Kate asked, her submissive desires slipping out unbidden.
Smiling, the lecherous older man turned from Holly a moment, both of their eyes fixing on Kate. "What a good girl you are!"
Kate felt herself flushing an even darker shade of crimson at his patronising praise, biting her lip before continuing, "Please..."β¨β¨His hand was teasing her ever faster now, beckoning against her inner wall as she ground her clit against his palm, hips rolling back and forth, she met his strong gaze, listening as he spoke "You're not close enough yet, but I'll let you cum for me, right here."
As he gave that permission, he started to hammer his fingers back and forth inside of her, pushing Kate closer and closer to the edge, making her moans louder and lewder, her vision blurring and then, just as she felt herself closing in on the moment of dramatic release, his fingers slipped away.
Overcoming the resistance of her grip easily, his arm pulled away from her, and Kate found herself stood alone, being watched by her best friend and an older pervert as she slipped over the brink of orgasm, taken that last step by the pulling sensation of his fingers coming free from her tight cunt. Her body quaked, but found nothing to break against, and the orgasm washed over her, ruined.
As the world returned to focus, she realised that both of her companions were laughing, Holly was flushed red and evidently aroused by how Kate had been denied proper satisfaction. The gent was explaining something to her in a whisper, and whatever it was was making Kate's best friend writhe a little, in anticipation. Turning to address them both, he spoke.
"Well, your friend has made a real mess, and I think she should clean it up." With that, he offered his hand up to Kate's face, pressing her lips with his fingertips, slick with the juices of Kate's unwilling arousal.
Kate turned to look at her best friend, hoping for the brunette to relieve her, to offer her some sort of out from the horribly embarrassing, degrading situation. Unfortunately, the sight that greeted her was that of her closest friend biting her bottom lip, looking into her harasser's cruel eyes as he grinned lecherously down at her.
Holly glanced over again, and laughed softly "Go on babe, it's only fair isn't it? You can't say that you weren't enjoying it?"
That encouragement was all that it took, and Kate closed her eyes as her mouth opened and she began to suck softly his slick wet fingers. Feeling the wetness of her open mouth, his hand pushed deeper into her mouth, the pads of his calloused fingers slipping across her tongue, until his knuckles pressed up against her soft, scarlet lips. With her eyes closed, she could almost ignore the sounds of the pub continuing around her.
Her attempt at isolation lasted up until his thumb ran tenderly over her jawline and under her chin, taking a firm grip of her head and turning it firmly towards her tormentor's face. His voice spoke, possessive but firm. "Open those pretty blue eyes, honey?"