David took a deep breath and made a conscious effort to straighten his shoulders before opening the door to the bar. While an attractive man of average height and weight, he was terminally shy and lacked self-confidence, traits that kept the ladies away in droves. It had been a long time since David had been out, though, and an even longer time since he had gone home with a woman. Standing in the cold air outside the tavern where he could hear feminine laughter and catch peeks of blond hair and bare shoulders through the frosty window, David felt the blood begin to rush to his cock merely at the thought of what he might find inside.
David pushed open the door and stepped into the bar. Almost immediately he was reminded why he only rarely came to these places, as a man with a chiseled jaw and massive pecs stuck out his foot when David passed. As David stumbled forward, narrowly avoiding a trip to the grimy floor, pec-man flashed him a toothy smile and said "Better watch where you're going, little man." Then the man turned to his companion, the gorgeous blonde David had seen through the window, and laughed. She whispered something to him through her sensual full lips and leaned forward, her spaghetti-strap dress barely containing her massive tits. She wasn't wearing a bra, and David had a clear view of her taut nipples poking against the flimsy black fabric. The man looked back at David and scowled as he noticed David staring at his date. David caught himself and hurried off to the bar.
David slid onto a bar stool beside an old-fashioned clock that had a pendulum in a glass cabinet. He ordered himself a beer and, trying not to act like he was scoping the place out, lit a cigarette and looked around the room. There were the usual frat-guy types wearing baseball caps and making fart jokes, and a handful of average-looking women sitting with them and trying to look interested. Near a window was a table of three enormously fat ladies looking bitterly at the other women in the bar. One of them was obviously watching the bouncer, a gigantic bald man with arms as big around as David's torso, with more than a little interest. At the far wall, David saw a man in a business suit sitting alone at a table with a strange expression on his face. Then David realized he wasn't truly alone; a woman was sucking the man's cock beneath the table. David could barely see the long brown hair that brushed the floor as her head bobbed up and down on the man's shaft. More visible was her tight ass. The mini-skirt the woman wore was far too short to conceal her red panties. David was getting hornier by the minute, and seeing that only added to his determination to find some relief.
David forced himself to look away, and then noticed the table nearest the restrooms, where two of the hottest women he had ever seen giggled at one another. One had dark red hair, green eyes and nicely rounded, heavy tits. She gave an exaggerated smile and struck a flirtatious pose as her friend, a lithe raven-haired beauty, snapped a picture of her with a camera.
After downing another beer for courage, David took a deep breath and, using what he thought was his coolest walk, approached their table. The red-headed sex-pot glanced up at David as he stared at the hem of her school-uniform skirt. "Um," David stammered. Before he could get a full word out, the woman moved her purse from the table onto the only empty chair. The girl with the black hair tried unsuccessfully to suppress a chuckle.
David turned away a bit too quickly. Rum and Coke splashed onto his shirt from a glass held by the woman whose massive tits he had just bounced off of. Looking up, he saw she was pec-man's girlfriend with the tiny black dress and deep blue eyes. She gave a quick snort and said, "God, you really are a loser" before continuing to the restroom. He could hear the gorgeous girls behind him laughing.
There was a woman sitting on the stool next to his when David returned to the bar. As he sat down she turned and, looking as though she expected to be asked to move, asked him if the seat was taken. "No," David said. "Please stay."
The woman looked relieved. She lightly bit her lower lip and twirled her dark brown hair as they talked. She wore stylish red glasses, but David could still see that she had beautiful green eyes. Her name was Brenna, he found out, and she also had a fantastic smile that more than made up for the thick sweater, which left a lot to the imagination. As they talked, David was happy to find that Brenna possessed a wicked sense of humor. Nodding toward the pair near the restroom, she said that anyone bringing a camera into a bar had run out of things to live for. She was great.
By the time Brenna excused herself to use the restroom, promising she'd be back, David was in heaven. He took a triumphant swig of his beer and, telling himself that he wished time could stop just at that moment, melodramatically opened the clock case on the wall next to him and stopped the pendulum from swinging.
Suddenly everything was quiet. David looked up and saw that everyone else in the bar had frozen in their tracks. People's mouths were stuck in mid-sentence, and still-smoldering cigarettes hung from rigid fingers. David felt a tinge of panic and walked toward the front door. Through the window he could see that the world outside was still moving. He noticed that even inside the bar, faucets still turned and gravity still worked. Somehow the other bar patrons' consciousness had been frozen. He reached for the doorknob, but then stopped himself as he had an idea. Instead of opening the door, he locked it and pulled down the blinds.
David scratched his chin and thought for a moment about where to begin. He walked quickly over to the table where the man in the business suit was handing a fistful of bills to the woman who had been sucking him off. The woman was stuck midway in the process of wiping cum off her chin. David took the bills, along with the cash from the man's wallet, several hundred dollars in all. Then he stuck a dirty napkin into the man's closed fist to replace the money.
