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 Title:She Calls The Shots


Summary: Cancelled plans lead to an unforgettable night for Marcus.


Keywords:fic,erotic,hot,sex,mature







   "Hey, buddy, you ready for another one?"

   I glanced up from my phone to see the bartender indicating the empty
bottle of Bud in front of me.

   "Not sure yet." 

   The beer was my third in the hour I'd been here and I didn't want to
drive home with a buzz.  The Brass Rail wasn't in the best part of town and
I was sure the cops were always close by and looking for reasons to pull
people over.

   "Well if you're done, you need to leave." He informed me, "Bar policy,
you're not drinking, you're not staying."

   "I can see my seat would be in high demand." I made a show of looking up
and down the bar which had far more empty stools than full ones.

   "You got me there." The bartender laughed, "But the boss can show up
anytime, and you know how it is."

   I nodded and looking back at my phone saw it was nine.  Kevin had told
me to get here for eight to meet him.  I'd called twice, but he wasn't
answering and I was getting pissed off.  I debated paying my tab and
leaving, but what the hell, Kevin was the only friend who had kept in touch
with me since Laura and I had called it quits months ago. 

   Not surprising seeing Kevin wasn't Laura's friend, or one of our mutual
friends, but my friend. 

   How he was still my friend, I didn't know.  During the ten years of my
ill fated marriage to Laura.  I'd been forced to keep him at arm's length
because Kevin wasn't the type of person Laura liked to spend time with. 
Like me, well the former me, Kev never cared about image, he cared about
being himself and it showed in everything from how he dressed to what he
ate and how he acted. 

   To many that was refreshing, a professor at a prestigious university
dressing in jeans and heavy metal t-shirts when not in a classroom-and
occasionally when in one-and living on fast food and faster women. 

   But to Laura that wasn't how men of our 'caliber' as she put it, should
act.  Sadly I'd done what many men before and many after me would do, I
fell for the power of the pussy and dressed and acted the way she wanted me
to.

   "Umm..." The bartender cleared his throat.

   "Sorry," I tapped the bottle, "I'll have another."

   With a practiced ease, he turned away from me, pulled another bud from
the cooler beneath the back of the bar opened it and completed his three
sixty by putting it down in front of me and grabbing the empty. 

   Picking it up, I stared at the bottle and grinned.  That's right, you
stuck up, bitch, I'm drinking beer, not a shitty tasting wine from some
rich assholes vineyard, but the down to earth beverage of the every man.  I
took a long swallow of the beer and pictured Laura scrunching her face up
in disgust like she did to everything 'not good enough' for her. 

   I swore that made the beer taste better and I chugged more than half of
it before putting it down.  As immature as that reaction was, it put me in
a better mood than I had been in the weeks since our divorce had been
finalized.  I stared at the row of bottles along the shelves in front of
me, wondering what I could do a shot of that would give me another visual
of Laura's disapproval.

   The bar was mirrored and taking in my reflection I noted my appearance
itself would be enough to get that look of disdain I now realized was her
permanent expression.  The biggest offense to her would be that I'd let the
grey come back into my still thick hair, returning it to its salt and
pepper state it had been in since my mid thirties. 

   Kevin had always ragged on me, saying only girls and pretty boys colored
their hair and deep down I agreed, but deferred to the preference of the
person I thought meant most to me.

   My hair wasn't the only thing showing off my return to reality, as there
was just as much salt showing in the neatly trimmed beard I had let come
back after years of going clean shaven.  If Laura was here and could get
past my wanton display of the natural gray of a guy on the wrong side of
fifty, my ensemble would be enough to send her into a seizure. 

   Although I still-and always would-dress professionally in the classroom;
whenever I wasn't in it, I'd returned to pre Laura, who cares as long as
I'm comfortable, attire.  A black Slipknot T-shirt worn un-tucked over
black jeans that were about as faded and scarred as I felt these last few
months.

   A pair of black snakeskin boots, the last reminder of the days when I
owned one of those 'horrible' motorcycles completed my un-professor like
appearance and left me looking like...like a guy who could care less what
others thought of him.

   I winked at my scruffy reflection and tipping the beer downed the rest
of it.  I closed my eyes at the head rush and told myself settle down. 
Post divorce malaise, mid life crisis, or a spiteful good time aside, I
was, at the end of the day, a professor, not a frat boy and DUI's were
frowned upon at work. 

   I glanced around the bar and my grin spread into a smile, if there was
even a chance in hell I could get Laura into a dive like this she would
probably faint at the sight of the scruffy Hell's Angel's wannabe's that
were lounging around the place. 

   The tables, chairs and bar itself didn't look any more appealing than
the clientele.  Everything was cracked, chipped and scarred, I had to hold
back a laugh when I looked over at the pool table and saw two of the sticks
were duct taped in the middle. 

   The row of glasses in front of the bottles of liquor had a film of dust
on them and I doubted the bartender would rinse them if someone wanted one.
Then again, anyone who asked for a glass in this place would probably be in
the wrong place. 

   It dawned on me this was why Kevin had told me to meet him here, this
was a carbon copy of any bar we'd hung around in not just in our youth, but
right up until I'd met her highness.  I was to call again and see what the
hell was taking him so long when a smoky voice spoke;

   "Hey, want to share the joke?"

   I turned to see a young woman standing behind me.  Where she'd come from
I wasn't sure, but I certainly didn't mind her being there.  She looked to
be early twenties with long dark curly hair and a pair of piercing green
eyes so bright I wondered if they were contacts. 

   Despite the cold February night she was wearing a short red one piece
dress that hugged every curve, and damn, what a set of curves!  The dress
was low cut and tight enough that her ample breasts looked as if they were
ready to pop out of it.  Her skin was fair and the deep red of the dress
was a sexy contrast to her creamy skin.

   Not wanting to stare I dropped my eyes downward.  The hem of the dress
didn't extend much past her ass and her long legs were bare, another
surprise in this weather.  Those shapely legs ended in a pair of black knee
high boots with heels that had to be five inches, fuck me boots as Kevin
would say.

   "Cat got your tongue, sweetie?"

   "Oh, jeez I'm sorry!" I replied feeling my face heat up.  Fifty two and
blushing in front of a girl less than half my age, smooth, Marcus, real
smooth "I was just um,..."

   "Checking me out." She finished, "You need to work on being a little
more subtle."

   "Sorry," I laughed, "You, well you're a little out of place here."

   "Not really." She shrugged, causing her tits to jiggle fetchingly. 
"Seems you're the only one looking."

   I looked past her and was surprised to see the couple of goons down the
end of the bar weren't checking her out as I thought they would be.  God
only knew I wouldn't mind a look at her ass in that dress.

   I turned my head to where three other guys were hanging around the worn
out pool table and none of them were taking any notice of her.  Strange, I
would have thought she would have to be worried in a place like this, but
it's as if she weren't there, unless she was a regular. 

   "Sorry." 

   "You said that already," She smiled, exposing a set of white teeth as
perfect as the rest of her.  That smile was enhanced by a pair of full lips
painted the same deep red as the dress "And as for out of place?  That BMW
you have out there says the same for you."

   "How do you know that's my..." I paused, then laughed, "Right who else
would it belong to?"

   "Not many new faces here." She replied then walked past me to the other
end of the bar.

   I frowned in disappointment, hoping she would have sat next to me, but
why the hell would she?  I was a lot older than her, looked like crap at
the moment and had made a fool of myself.  But at least her walking away
gave me a chance to check out her ass and it was even better than I'd
imagined. 

   The dress tight dress hugged a well rounded ass that swayed deliciously
as she walked and was as low in the back as the front, exposing a large
colorful tattoo of a dragon on her left shoulder.

   "Hey Allie!" Two guys called out in unison from a table near the
bathroom, they were younger and cleaner cut than the rest of the crowd, URI
was nearby and I pegged them for students.

   "Hey boys!" she gave them a friendly wave and I expected her to head
over to them, but instead she turned the corner of the bar, swung the gate
back and walked behind it.

   "You're late." The bartender called to her, "Christ, kid, you live
upstairs and you can't make it on time?"

   "I know, Pete, you look like you can barely keep up." She replied,
sauntering over to stand in front of me.

   "Ready for another?"

   "Not sure, but I was told if I don't I have to leave." I explained
thinking living in the building at least explained the bare legs and skimpy
dress.

   "That's because Pete's anti social and doesn't like people hanging
around.  Me?" She cocked her head and flashed a flirty little smile, "I'm
very social."

   "That's good to know."

   "Well, not to everyone, just people I like." She tapped the beer, "One
more, or maybe you're ready for something..." her emerald gaze locked onto
me, "A little sweeter?"

   Damn, was she really hitting on me?  No, don't be stupid she was working
me to spend money on a slow night.

   "What do you recommend?" I played along.

   "How about a green eyed slut?"

   "A...excuse me?"

   "Midori with a shot of tequila." She grinned, "What did you think I
meant?"

   "Um, I...never heard of that before."

   "Not many have." She picked up my bottle, "It's named after me."

   The look on my face made her laugh; "Not really, well, okay, maybe
sometimes, want one?"

   "The drink or the slut?" I asked, and then wanted to smack myself, but
she laughed again 

   "I like that!" she nodded approvingly, "That's better, older guys should
be confident, not nervous like the boys."

   "Is that so?"

   "It is," she turned away and grabbing another beer, placed it in front
of me, "On the house."

   "Thank you." I took a small swallow worrying about my ability to get
home.

   "So..." She said resting her arms on the bar, giving me a look down her
dress.  I could see a lot of white skin, but no bra and I wondered if there
was padding built in, Laura, had owned a couple...shit why was I thinking
about her scrawny vanilla ass, when this was in front of me?

   "So." I repeated.

   "How long have you been divorced?"

   "What makes you think I'm divorced?" 

   "Well, let's see," she raised one slender, red tipped finger, "You're
driving a beamer."

   "And that means?" 

   "And you're here in this not so posh establishment and you're dressed
like you're trying to fit in here.  Not dressed like a guy who drives that
car for sure.  But..." she paused and made a show of thinking, "A guy does
usually dress and act like the type to drive that car, maybe cause his
wifey wants him to.  Now wifey's gone and you're having a little mid life,
being a rebellious kid saying, yeah, look at me now, bitch."

   "That's..." I whistled, "Pretty damn close.  All that from my car and
clothes?"

   "That and the pale spot around your finger," she tapped my left hand,
"Wore a ring for long time and just took it off didn't you?"

   "You're pretty good."

   "At a lot of things." She said, another saucy smile playing about her
lips.

   "No offense, but you're...pretty precocious." I told her.

   "Oh, that's a ten dollar way to say for a girl my age." The smile turned
into a smirk, "Patronizing is another fun word, try not to do it, okay?"

   "Yes ma'am," I bowed my head, "My apologies."

   "That's better," she gave her long hair a dramatic toss that made me
laugh.

   She laughed as well and for a moment we sat there smiling at each other
and it felt damn good to be chatting away with this pretty girl.

   "But you're right." She told me, "See, my daddy owns this gold mine,"
she grinned and gestured around the nearly empty bar, "And after my mom
passed he had to bring me here so he could work.  I was ten, sitting on
that little stool over there, "she pointed behind the bar, "And would grab
him beers and help clean up so as I got older I started listening to people
and watching them."

   "Ah, a student of human nature." I lifted the beer, giving her a toast
and this time chugged away on it, I was having too good of a time to worry
about getting home.  I'd call a damn cab if eed be.  I was feeling reckless
and enjoying it.

   "Bartenders could teach shrinks some things." She said, "So, I'm right?"

   "You are." I nodded, "This," I gestured at my t-shirt and tapped the
beer, "Is me; this is how I like to be.  I wasn't this way for a long time;
it's good to be back."

   "Yeah, you like loud music and ripped jeans and..." she spread her arms,
"Shithole bars?"

   "I do," I looked around, "I like the ambiance."

   "That all you like?" she raised her eyebrows and leaned over the bar
again.

   "I like...the view." I gave her a wink that caused her smile to widen.
"And the company."

   "Good, that's what I'm here for, to add to the ambiance." She looked
over at one of the biker types who had wandered over, "Hey, Jake."

   "Allie," he looked at me pointedly, then back at her, "Friend of yours?"

   "Yeah, we're cool Jake," she sighed, "Jeez a girl can't talk to the
clientele?"

   "Just checking." He smiled showing off a set of teeth that would drive a
dentist to madness, "You know we look out for you."

   "I do and I appreciate it," she tapped the bar, "But that doesn't mean
you don't owe your tab."

   "That's her Daddy's girl." He laughed and put a twenty on the bar, "I'm
heading out, take it easy kid."

   "You too." She took the money as he walked away and said, "I could tell
the way you were looking around you were wondering why none of these creepy
looking guys were harassing me." She waved at a couple of others as they
passed the bar on their way out, "Some of these guys are like uncles to
me."

   "That's nice." I said taking in the size of the men still shooting pool
who were now the only ones left in the bar.  "Hard to get a date though."

   "I don't date here, silly." She laughed, "But I do make a friend from
time to time."

   "You seem friendly."

   "I like what I like." She replied and turning grabbed down two bottles
from the shelf behind her and a small glass, I watched her pour the green
Midori into the glass then add a shot of Cuervo. 

   Turning back to me she raised the glass and I said, "That green matches
your eyes perfectly."

   "Of course it does," she replied, "That's why it's called a green eyed
slut." She downed the drink easily and made a show of licking the edge of
the glass, "Sweet." She whispered.

   "Is that what you like?" I tried to keep the conversation going, I had
no thought this was more than harmless flirting, but it was the most alive
I'd felt in a long time.  "Sweet?"

   "I like sweet." She said, "But what I really like is..."

   "Hey Allie, can you come figure this out?"

   I looked to the right to see the bartender staring in frustration at the
keno machine and wanted to smack him.

   "Be right there." She told him, then leaning over she beckoned me with
her finger.

   I leaned closer and placing her lips close to my ear she whispered,
"What I really like is older men" She punctuated that statement by a quick
flick of her tongue across my ear before pushing away from the bar and
yelling,

   "For the love of God, Pete what is so hard about that thing?"

   I didn't know about the Keno machine, but right now there was a hard
thing between my legs and sad to say this was the first time I'd been hard
except for looking at porn in months.  I watched her amazing ass swing, I
swear more so than before, as she made her way over to Pete and releasing a
long breath wondered if she were just fucking with me.  i My cell rang,
causing me to jump and seeing it was Kev I answered, 

   "Hey, man where are you?" Fact was I couldn't care less at this point,
but now that Allie had wandered off I saw it was after nine and wondered
what was up with him.

   "Hey, Marcus, I'm sorry.  I got roped into taking my daughter clothes
shopping.  It went from one store to the entire mall you know how it gets."

   "Well, uh...are you still coming?" 

   Kevin paused, "Sure I can, that is if you want me to?"

   I didn't but felt I couldn't say that so played along hopeful he would
say it was too late.  "Do you still want to?  I understand if you want to
cancel."

   There was a long pause that I filled by watching Allie reaching up to
rearrange the bottles of liquor on the top shelf.  Her dress was riding up
and my eyes lingered on the smooth backs of her thighs. 

   "I mean if you want me to come I will." He spoke in my ear, "I feel bad,
after all you're there because of me and don't know anyone."

   I was still watching Allie who looked over her shoulder and when she saw
me looking dropped a pen and bent over to pick it up, the dress rose high
enough to expose her lower ass cheeks and a patch of black string between
them.

   "No, don't worry about it." I said softly.  "I'm fine, I'll um, finish
my drink and go."

   "You're going to go?" he had an odd sound to his voice.  "Listen, um,
let me call you back.  I need to call someone real quick then I'll..."

   "I said don't worry about it!" I snapped a little too quickly.  "Oh."
Kevin laughed, again a little strangely "Okay, man I got it, I'll make it
up to you next time."

   "Sure."

   "Still seeing you for dinner next week?"

   "Yeah, sure." I said trying to get off the phone as Allie drifted my
way, but continued past me, grabbing three beers and heading around the bar
over to the pool table.

   "Good, you have a good night and when I see you, you can tell me what
you thought of the Rail, place is a blast from our past!"

   "Yeah, sitting alone drinking, a blast." I replied my eyes glued to
Allie who had taken a stick from one of the bikers and was bent over the
table taking a shot, her ass peeking out at me again.  "Fun."

   "Well, make the most of it." He laughed and hung up.

   I slipped the phone into my jacket pocket where it hung behind me on the
stool and turning watched Allie shoot pool.  I sipped my beer thinking this
was straight out of an old penthouse letter or cheap porn.

   Allie was running the table and each shot either left me staring down
her dress as her tits threatened to spill out or looking at her ass.  For
one shot she leaned over as far as she could and lifting her leg, stretched
it out long the bank.  I noticed one of the guys staring at her ass a few
times, but the others were just talking and laughing with her.

   Several times she saw me looking and would, smile and wink. 

   I was getting odd looks from the guys.  Not the dirty ones I'd expect,
but a couple of smirks and I figured they'd seen this game before and knew
she was screwing with me.  That was fine, even if she was this was the best
night I'd had in awhile.  Pretty sad when being cock teased was a thrill,
but at least I'd have some motivation other than the internet. 

   "Hey, buddy, you ready for another one?"

   I glanced up from my phone to see the bartender indicating the empty
bottle of Bud in front of me.

   "Not sure yet." 

   The beer was my third in the hour I'd been here and I didn't want to
drive home with a buzz.  The Brass Rail wasn't in the best part of town and
I was sure the cops were always close by and looking for reasons to pull
people over.

   "Well if you're done, you need to leave." He informed me, "Bar policy,
you're not drinking, you're not staying."

   "I can see my seat would be in high demand." I made a show of looking up
and down the bar which had far more empty stools than full ones.

   "You got me there." The bartender laughed, "But the boss can show up
anytime, and you know how it is."

   I nodded and looking back at my phone saw it was nine.  Kevin had told
me to get here for eight to meet him.  I'd called twice, but he wasn't
answering and I was getting pissed off.  I debated paying my tab and
leaving, but what the hell, Kevin was the only friend who had kept in touch
with me since Laura and I had called it quits months ago. 

   Not surprising seeing Kevin wasn't Laura's friend, or one of our mutual
friends, but my friend. 

   How he was still my friend, I didn't know.  During the ten years of my
ill fated marriage to Laura.  I'd been forced to keep him at arm's length
because Kevin wasn't the type of person Laura liked to spend time with. 
Like me, well the former me, Kev never cared about image, he cared about
being himself and it showed in everything from how he dressed to what he
ate and how he acted. 

   To many that was refreshing, a professor at a prestigious university
dressing in jeans and heavy metal t-shirts when not in a classroom-and
occasionally when in one-and living on fast food and faster women. 

   But to Laura that wasn't how men of our 'caliber' as she put it, should
act.  Sadly I'd done what many men before and many after me would do, I
fell for the power of the pussy and dressed and acted the way she wanted me
to.

   "Umm..." The bartender cleared his throat.

   "Sorry," I tapped the bottle, "I'll have another."

   With a practiced ease, he turned away from me, pulled another bud from
the cooler beneath the back of the bar opened it and completed his three
sixty by putting it down in front of me and grabbing the empty. 

   Picking it up, I stared at the bottle and grinned.  That's right, you
stuck up, bitch, I'm drinking beer, not a shitty tasting wine from some
rich assholes vineyard, but the down to earth beverage of the every man.  I
took a long swallow of the beer and pictured Laura scrunching her face up
in disgust like she did to everything 'not good enough' for her. 

   I swore that made the beer taste better and I chugged more than half of
it before putting it down.  As immature as that reaction was, it put me in
a better mood than I had been in the weeks since our divorce had been
finalized.  I stared at the row of bottles along the shelves in front of
me, wondering what I could do a shot of that would give me another visual
of Laura's disapproval.

   The bar was mirrored and taking in my reflection I noted my appearance
itself would be enough to get that look of disdain I now realized was her
permanent expression.  The biggest offense to her would be that I'd let the
grey come back into my still thick hair, returning it to its salt and
pepper state it had been in since my mid thirties. 

   Kevin had always ragged on me, saying only girls and pretty boys colored
their hair and deep down I agreed, but deferred to the preference of the
person I thought meant most to me.

   My hair wasn't the only thing showing off my return to reality, as there
was just as much salt showing in the neatly trimmed beard I had let come
back after years of going clean shaven.  If Laura was here and could get
past my wanton display of the natural gray of a guy on the wrong side of
fifty, my ensemble would be enough to send her into a seizure. 

   Although I still-and always would-dress professionally in the classroom;
whenever I wasn't in it, I'd returned to pre Laura, who cares as long as
I'm comfortable, attire.  A black Slipknot T-shirt worn un-tucked over
black jeans that were about as faded and scarred as I felt these last few
months.

   A pair of black snakeskin boots, the last reminder of the days when I
owned one of those 'horrible' motorcycles completed my un-professor like
appearance and left me looking like...like a guy who could care less what
others thought of him.

   I winked at my scruffy reflection and tipping the beer downed the rest
of it.  I closed my eyes at the head rush and told myself settle down. 
Post divorce malaise, mid life crisis, or a spiteful good time aside, I
was, at the end of the day, a professor, not a frat boy and DUI's were
frowned upon at work. 

   I glanced around the bar and my grin spread into a smile, if there was
even a chance in hell I could get Laura into a dive like this she would
probably faint at the sight of the scruffy Hell's Angel's wannabe's that
were lounging around the place. 

   The tables, chairs and bar itself didn't look any more appealing than
the clientele.  Everything was cracked, chipped and scarred, I had to hold
back a laugh when I looked over at the pool table and saw two of the sticks
were duct taped in the middle. 

   The row of glasses in front of the bottles of liquor had a film of dust
on them and I doubted the bartender would rinse them if someone wanted one.
Then again, anyone who asked for a glass in this place would probably be in
the wrong place. 

   It dawned on me this was why Kevin had told me to meet him here, this
was a carbon copy of any bar we'd hung around in not just in our youth, but
right up until I'd met her highness.  I was to call again and see what the
hell was taking him so long when a smoky voice spoke;

   "Hey, want to share the joke?"

   I turned to see a young woman standing behind me.  Where she'd come from
I wasn't sure, but I certainly didn't mind her being there.  She looked to
be early twenties with long dark curly hair and a pair of piercing green
eyes so bright I wondered if they were contacts. 

   Despite the cold February night she was wearing a short red one piece
dress that hugged every curve, and damn, what a set of curves!  The dress
was low cut and tight enough that her ample breasts looked as if they were
ready to pop out of it.  Her skin was fair and the deep red of the dress
was a sexy contrast to her creamy skin.

   Not wanting to stare I dropped my eyes downward.  The hem of the dress
didn't extend much past her ass and her long legs were bare, another
surprise in this weather.  Those shapely legs ended in a pair of black knee
high boots with heels that had to be five inches, fuck me boots as Kevin
would say.

   "Cat got your tongue, sweetie?"

   "Oh, jeez I'm sorry!" I replied feeling my face heat up.  Fifty two and
blushing in front of a girl less than half my age, smooth, Marcus, real
smooth "I was just um,..."

   "Checking me out." She finished, "You need to work on being a little
more subtle."

   "Sorry," I laughed, "You, well you're a little out of place here."

   "Not really." She shrugged, causing her tits to jiggle fetchingly. 
"Seems you're the only one looking."

   I looked past her and was surprised to see the couple of goons down the
end of the bar weren't checking her out as I thought they would be.  God
only knew I wouldn't mind a look at her ass in that dress.

   I turned my head to where three other guys were hanging around the worn
out pool table and none of them were taking any notice of her.  Strange, I
would have thought she would have to be worried in a place like this, but
it's as if she weren't there, unless she was a regular. 

   "Sorry." 

   "You said that already," She smiled, exposing a set of white teeth as
perfect as the rest of her.  That smile was enhanced by a pair of full lips
painted the same deep red as the dress "And as for out of place?  That BMW
you have out there says the same for you."

   "How do you know that's my..." I paused, then laughed, "Right who else
would it belong to?"

   "Not many new faces here." She replied then walked past me to the other
end of the bar.

   I frowned in disappointment, hoping she would have sat next to me, but
why the hell would she?  I was a lot older than her, looked like crap at
the moment and had made a fool of myself.  But at least her walking away
gave me a chance to check out her ass and it was even better than I'd
imagined. 

   The dress tight dress hugged a well rounded ass that swayed deliciously
as she walked and was as low in the back as the front, exposing a large
colorful tattoo of a dragon on her left shoulder.

   "Hey Allie!" Two guys called out in unison from a table near the
bathroom, they were younger and cleaner cut than the rest of the crowd, URI
was nearby and I pegged them for students.

   "Hey boys!" she gave them a friendly wave and I expected her to head
over to them, but instead she turned the corner of the bar, swung the gate
back and walked behind it.

   "You're late." The bartender called to her, "Christ, kid, you live
upstairs and you can't make it on time?"

   "I know, Pete, you look like you can barely keep up." She replied,
sauntering over to stand in front of me.

   "Ready for another?"

   "Not sure, but I was told if I don't I have to leave." I explained
thinking living in the building at least explained the bare legs and skimpy
dress.

   "That's because Pete's anti social and doesn't like people hanging
around.  Me?" She cocked her head and flashed a flirty little smile, "I'm
very social."

   "That's good to know."

   "Well, not to everyone, just people I like." She tapped the beer, "One
more, or maybe you're ready for something..." her emerald gaze locked onto
me, "A little sweeter?"

   Damn, was she really hitting on me?  No, don't be stupid she was working
me to spend money on a slow night.

   "What do you recommend?" I played along.

   "How about a green eyed slut?"

   "A...excuse me?"

   "Midori with a shot of tequila." She grinned, "What did you think I
meant?"

   "Um, I...never heard of that before."

   "Not many have." She picked up my bottle, "It's named after me."

   The look on my face made her laugh; "Not really, well, okay, maybe
sometimes, want one?"

   "The drink or the slut?" I asked, and then wanted to smack myself, but
she laughed again 

   "I like that!" she nodded approvingly, "That's better, older guys should
be confident, not nervous like the boys."

   "Is that so?"

   "It is," she turned away and grabbing another beer, placed it in front
of me, "On the house."

   "Thank you." I took a small swallow worrying about my ability to get
home.

   "So..." She said resting her arms on the bar, giving me a look down her
dress.  I could see a lot of white skin, but no bra and I wondered if there
was padding built in, Laura, had owned a couple...shit why was I thinking
about her scrawny vanilla ass, when this was in front of me?

   "So." I repeated.

   "How long have you been divorced?"

   "What makes you think I'm divorced?" 

   "Well, let's see," she raised one slender, red tipped finger, "You're
driving a beamer."

   "And that means?" 

   "And you're here in this not so posh establishment and you're dressed
like you're trying to fit in here.  Not dressed like a guy who drives that
car for sure.  But..." she paused and made a show of thinking, "A guy does
usually dress and act like the type to drive that car, maybe cause his
wifey wants him to.  Now wifey's gone and you're having a little mid life,
being a rebellious kid saying, yeah, look at me now, bitch."

   "That's..." I whistled, "Pretty damn close.  All that from my car and
clothes?"

   "That and the pale spot around your finger," she tapped my left hand,
"Wore a ring for long time and just took it off didn't you?"

   "You're pretty good."

   "At a lot of things." She said, another saucy smile playing about her
lips.

   "No offense, but you're...pretty precocious." I told her.

   "Oh, that's a ten dollar way to say for a girl my age." The smile turned
into a smirk, "Patronizing is another fun word, try not to do it, okay?"

   "Yes ma'am," I bowed my head, "My apologies."

   "That's better," she gave her long hair a dramatic toss that made me
laugh.

   She laughed as well and for a moment we sat there smiling at each other
and it felt damn good to be chatting away with this pretty girl.

   "But you're right." She told me, "See, my daddy owns this gold mine,"
she grinned and gestured around the nearly empty bar, "And after my mom
passed he had to bring me here so he could work.  I was ten, sitting on
that little stool over there, "she pointed behind the bar, "And would grab
him beers and help clean up so as I got older I started listening to people
and watching them."

   "Ah, a student of human nature." I lifted the beer, giving her a toast
and this time chugged away on it, I was having too good of a time to worry
about getting home.  I'd call a damn cab if eed be.  I was feeling reckless
and enjoying it.

   "Bartenders could teach shrinks some things." She said, "So, I'm right?"

   "You are." I nodded, "This," I gestured at my t-shirt and tapped the
beer, "Is me; this is how I like to be.  I wasn't this way for a long time;
it's good to be back."

   "Yeah, you like loud musc and ripped jeans and..." she spread her arms,
"Shithole bars?"

   "I do," I looked around, "I like the ambiance."

   "That all you like?" she raised her eyebrows and leaned over the bar
again.

   "I like...the view." I gave her a wink that caused her smile to widen.
"And the company."

   "Good, that's what I'm here for, to add to the ambiance." She looked
over at one of the biker types who had wandered over, "Hey, Jake."

   "Allie," he looked at me pointedly, then back at her, "Friend of yours?"

   "Yeah, we're cool Jake," she sighed, "Jeez a girl can't talk to the
clientele?"

   "Just checking." He smiled showing off a set of teeth that would drive a
dentist to madness, "You know we look out for you."

   "I do and I appreciate it," she tapped the bar, "But that doesn't mean
you don't owe your tab."

   "That's her Daddy's girl." He laughed and put a twenty on the bar, "I'm
heading out, take it easy kid."

   "You too." She took the money as he walked away and said, "I could tell
the way you were looking around you were wondering why none of these creepy
looking guys were harassing me." She waved at a couple of others as they
passed the bar on their way out, "Some of these guys are like uncles to
me."

   "That's nice." I said taking in the size of the men still shooting pool
who were now the only ones left in the bar.  "Hard to get a date though."

   "I don't date here, silly." She laughed, "But I do make a friend from
time to time."

   "You seem friendly."

   "I like what I like." She replied and turning grabbed down two bottles
from the shelf behind her and a small glass, I watched her pour the green
Midori into the glass then add a shot of Cuervo. 

   Turning back to me she raised the glass and I said, "That green matches
your eyes perfectly."

   "Of course it does," she replied, "That's why it's called a green eyed
slut." She downed the drink easily and made a show of licking the edge of
the glass, "Sweet." She whispered.

   "Is that what you like?" I tried to keep the conversation going, I had
no thought this was more than harmless flirting, but it was the most alive
I'd felt in a long time.  "Sweet?"

   "I like sweet." She said, "But what I really like is..."

   "Hey Allie, can you come figure this out?"

   I looked to the right to see the bartender staring in frustration at the
keno machine and wanted to smack him.

   "Be right there." She told him, then leaning over she beckoned me with
her finger.

   I leaned closer and placing her lips close to my ear she whispered,
"What I really like is older men" She punctuated that statement by a quick
flick of her tongue across my ear before pushing away from the bar and
yelling,

   "For the love of God, Pete what is so hard about that thing?"

   I didn't know about the Keno machine, but right now there was a hard
thing between my legs and sad to say this was the first time I'd been hard
except for looking at porn in months.  I watched her amazing ass swing, I
swear more so than before, as she made her way over to Pete and releasing a
long breath wondered if she were just fucking with me.

   My cell rang, causing me to jump and seeing it was Kev I answered, 

   "Hey, man where are you?" Fact was I couldn't care less at this point,
but now that Allie had wandered off I saw it was after nine and wondered
what was up with him.

   "Hey, Marcus, I'm sorry.  I got roped into taking my daughter clothes
shopping.  It went from one store to the entire mall you know how it gets."

   "Well, uh...are you still coming?" 

   Kevin paused, "Sure I can, that is if you want me to?"

   I didn't but felt I couldn't say that so played along hopeful he would
say it was too late.  "Do you still want to?  I understand if you want to
cancel."

   There was a long pause that I filled by watching Allie reaching up to
rearrange the bottles of liquor on the top shelf.  Her dress was riding up
and my eyes lingered on the smooth backs of her thighs. 

   "I mean if you want me to come I will." He spoke in my ear, "I feel bad,
after all you're there because of me and don't know anyone."

   I was still watching Allie who looked over her shoulder and when she saw
me looking dropped a pen and bent over to pick it up, the dress rose high
enough to expose her lower ass cheeks and a patch of black string between
them.

   "No, don't worry about it." I said softly.  "I'm fine, I'll um, finish
my drink and go."

   "You're going to go?" he had an odd sound to his voice.  "Listen, um,
let me call you back.  I need to call someone real quick then I'll..."

   "I said don't worry about it!" I snapped a little too quickly.  "Oh."
Kevin laughed, again a little strangely "Okay, man I got it, I'll make it
up to you next time."

   "Sure."

   "Still seeing you for dinner next week?"

   "Yeah, sure." I said trying to get off the phone as Allie drifted my
way, but continued past me, grabbing three beers and heading around the bar
over to the pool table.

   "Good, you have a good night and when I see you, you can tell me what
you thought of the Rail, place is a blast from our past!"

   "Yeah, sitting alone drinking, a blast." I replied my eyes glued to
Allie who had taken a stick from one of the bikers and was bent over the
table taking a shot, her ass peeking out at me again.  "Fun."

   "Well, make the most of it." He laughed and hung up.

   I slipped the phone into my jacket pocket where it hung behind me on the
stool and turning watched Allie shoot pool.  I sipped my beer thinking this
was straight out of an old penthouse letter or cheap porn.

   Allie was running the table and each shot either left me staring down
her dress as her tits threatened to spill out or looking at her ass.  For
one shot she leaned over as far as she could and lifting her leg, stretched
it out long the bank.  I noticed one of the guys staring at her ass a few
times, but the others were just talking and laughing with her.

   Several times she saw me looking and would, smile and wink. 

   I was getting odd looks from the guys.  Not the dirty ones I'd expect,
but a couple of smirks and I figured they'd seen this game before and knew
she was screwing with me.  That was fine, even if she was this was the best
night I'd had in awhile.  Pretty sad when being cock teased was a thrill,
but at least I'd have some motivation other than the internet. 

   Yup, I thought draining my beer and staring at Allie's lush curves,
something told me the little green eyed minx was going to be starring in a
lot of upcoming dreams. 

   "Hey, we're going to get going kiddo." One of the bikers said putting
his stick in the rack, "You have a good night."

   "You too, thanks for letting me win." She giggled, batting her long
lashes at him.

   "Allie we haven't let you win in five years." One of them laughed and
kissed her cheek, "Tell your dad we said hi."

   "I will." She watched them leave, and I watched her, drinking in every
inch of her young body.

   When the door closed behind them, she pushed away from the table and
after collecting the empty bottles onto a tray and bringing it around the
bar she yelled, "Hey Pete?"

   "Yeah Allie" He called out from where he was leaning against the bar
watching the Bruins game. 

   "Listen it's almost ten and everyone's gone, why don't you head out?"

   "You sure?" he glanced over at her, "We're open until midnight."

   "I'll be here."

   "Yeah, but your old man doesn't like you here alone, and you never
know..."

   "Pete, who the hell is coming in here after ten on Monday night?"

   "Yeah, but you know you're old man."

   "That I do." She stopped in front of me and leaning close asked, "What's
your name, blue eyes?"

   "Marcus." But I liked blue eyes, "It's nice to..."

   "Besides," she continued to Pete, "Marcus will keep me company."

   "You know this guy?"

   "Course I do!" she rolled her eyes, "He teaches at PC, had me in
English"

   How did she know I taught at PC and why was she lying?

   "Oh, okay," he looked at me, "You sticking around until she closes?"

   "Sure." I nodded, "Can't leave a former student alone in a place like
this."

   "Okay." He walked over to the corner of the bar and grabbed his jacket,
"I'll catch you tomorrow night."

   "Yup, drive safe." She said

   "Hey, how did you know..."

   "Parking permit on your dash." She winked, "Nothing mysterious."

   "Good." I gave her a nervous smile, "You know with my position..."

   "What about positions?" She asked, even as she gave a last wave to Pete
who was walking out the door.

   "Oh, nothing, I was just..."

   "Worried about something stupid." She stated, "What the hell does what
you do have to do with..." she shrugged "What you do or," she lowered her
voice to a soft purr, "Who you do?"

   "Okay, okay." I put my hands up as I shifted in my seat wincing as my
hard on bent awkwardly in my jeans.  "I've had fun flirting, but it's
getting to be a bit much."

   "Why is that?" she put her hands on the bar and jumped up, swinging her
legs onto it.  She pushed them off so she was now sitting on the bar next
to me her legs hanging off. 

   "Because uh," I watched her kick her feet back and forth, my eyes glued
to her inner thigh as her leg swung.  "Well it's teasing."

   She cocked her head at me, "Who said I'm a tease?"

   "Why..."

   "I said I like older men." She ran her nails along my scruffy cheek,
"Real older men, not pretty boys who try to act my age." When I looked at
her uncertainly she asked, "Been awhile hasn't it Marcus?"

   "That's a little personal." I said, avoiding her gaze.

   "You've been staring at my tits and sitting there with a bulge in your
jeans and a question is personal?"

   "I...well you got me there."

   "I got you period, Marcus." She leaned over, her tits now directly in my
face, "See you're just what I like, not only sexy and older, but..." she
licked her lips, "Nervous and getting over someone, you need to get back in
the saddle, baby."

   "I do?  " I swallowed, feeling like an idiot.

   "You do, and lucky for you?  This little green eyed slut is one hell of
a ride." She pushed herself off the bar and grabbing my arm spun me on the
stool so my back was to the bar.

   "Marcus this is going to be just what you need." As she spoke she walked
across the deserted bar towards the front door, "Know why?  Because I'm not
like women your age." She reached the door and my heart skipped a beat when
she flipped the switch shutting off the neon sign in the small window. 

   Approaching the door she kept speaking, "I'm not looking for a husband
or a boyfriend.  I don't care what you drive or how much money you have."

   She reached the door and threw the bolt then made her way over towards
the juke box.

   "All I care about is a good time, with a hot guy.  Maybe you'll come by
and see me again after tonight, maybe you won't." she reached the juke box,
slipped a five into it and punched in some selections.  "Either way, I'm
fine with that; I can always find guys to play with."

   She stepped over to the pool table and laughed "You look surprised, I
know, I'm a girl, I'm not supposed to want to just fuck, that's what boys
do right?"

   "I wouldn't say that." I said softly as she beckoned to me with her
finger, "Nothing wrong with a good time."

   "Exactly!" she clapped her hands as I slid off the bar and slowly made
my way over to her.

   I jumped when Wilson Pickett's Mustang Sally blasted through the bar,
but my eyes were fixed on Allie who was swaying seductively to the beat. 
She took her long hair up over her head and turned around, showing off her
gyrating ass.  Lowering her hair she reached back, and lifting her dress
exposed her creamy well rounded ass cheeks which were separated by the
black lace thong. 

   I was within two feet of her when she turned and pointing at a stool
next to the pool table gave me a playful push.  I sat down hard, almost
sliding off as I was focused on her working her tits back and forth in my
face.  I went to put my hands on her hips, and cried out in surprise when
she slapped them away.

   She laughed and spinning around pulled her dress back up and planted her
ass onto my lap.  I couldn't manage to stifle a low moan as her soft ass
worked my aching cock through my jeans.  Leaning back against me she put
her arm around my neck and kissed me hard.  I gasped as her tongue plunged
into my mouth as she continued to grind my cock.

   She grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits and purred when I gave
them a hard squeeze.  Damn they were big and firm, and...young!  That
thought flashed through my mind thinking I could be her damn father with a
few years to spare, but...who the hell cared?

   Allier hopped off my lap and crossing her arms grabbed the straps of her
dress and slid them down her shoulders.  She was still working her hips in
seductive circles and swinging her long hair as she eased the straps off
and slipped her arms from them.  With a sexy smile she pulled me up by my
wrists and when I was standing in front of her put my hands on the top of
her dress.

   I noticed my hands were trembling like a nervous teenagers, but I also
felt as eager as one and quickly pulled her top down causing her huge tits
to spring free. 

   "Goddamn.": I whistled staring at her large creamy globes with their
pale pink nipples.  Those nipples looked as hard as my cock felt and I
cupped them with my hands, groaning at how firm they were despite their
size and how damn heavy they were.
My thumbs found her nipples and she released a moan that made my cock
jump.  Allie grabbed the bottom of my shirt and I released her tits long
enough for her to strip it off me.  She threw her arms around my neck and
pressing her tits into my chest, worked her body against me.  I slipped my
arms around her slender waist and crushed her to me, causing her to

giggle. 

   She kissed me again and this time I was ready for the force of her lips
and returned the kiss with equal passion.  The song ended, but immediately
kicked on again.

   "I love this song" she whispered, then spinning within my embrace
planted her ass into my crotch and ground back into me. 

   She pulled my hands to her breasts and I fondled them as she worked her
body into mine. 

   "It's my favorite to fuck to." She added as she leaned her head against
my shoulder.

   "Going to be my favorite from now on," I told her then fastened my lips
to the soft white skin of her exposed neck.
"Hmm: she sighed and slowed her grinding down to a sensuous tease.
Her long hair and the soft skin of her back felt amazing and her skin
tasted faintly of vanilla.  Her ass had me worked up to the point my cock
was dripping down my leg and as I cupped her heavy tits, my fingers teasing

her nipples I thought thank God Kevin had stiffed me tonight.

   Allie took my hands and easing them away stepped forward and pushing her
dress down over her hips, shimmied out of it.  At the sight of her amazing
ass, I dropped to my knees, put my hands on her soft hips and buried my
face between her cheeks.

   "Oh you bad boy!" She laughed, but shook her ass playfully in my face,
"You like that ass, baby?"

   "It's fucking perfect!" I punctuated that statement by kissing each
cheek, "You're perfect!"

   "You haven't even seen the best part yet!" 

   She kicked her dress away, then spun around leaving me eye level with
her stomach and her lace clad pussy.  I kissed her stomach and she giggled
when I flicked my tongue around the silver pendent dangling from her naval.
My hands found her tits and my tongue headed south, teasing across the top
of her thong.

   "Is this what you're looking for?"

   She put her booted foot up onto the edge of the pool table and slipping
her thong to the side showed me her pussy.

   "Oh my God." I breathed as I stared at her smooth pink slit, inches from
my face.

   "Go ahead, honey." She said, "Give me a kiss."

   I didn't have to be told twice, still playing with her nipples; I put my
face between her thighs and fastened my lips to hers.

   "Oh, yeah." She moaned as my tongue found her clit. 

   I moaned at the sweet scent of her pussy and the texture of her
quivering flesh beneath my tongue. 

   "Stay still." She worked her hips, sliding my tongue up and down the
length of her hot little box.

   She moaned softly, her fingers running through my hair, then dropped her
leg and tugged on my shoulders.  Disappointed, I followed her lead and
stood back up, she kissed me and I felt a thrill of excitement as she put
her hands between us and unsnapped my jeans.  Even with the music I heard
my zipper opening. 

   She was working her nipples across my chest as our tongues danced across
one another and I moaned into her mouth when her hand entered my boxers and
her slender fingers wrapped around my cock.

   "Hmm," she cooed as she stroked it, "Very nice, all for me, baby?"

   "Oh, yeah." I told her, "Anything you want."

   "Hmm, I like that." She told me, placing her lips to me ear she said,
"What I want is to suck this nice hard cock until you cum in my mouth. 
How's that sound, Marcus?"

   "Um, like I said whatever you want." I told her.  Holy shit; girls had
changed in the last ten years, either that or I had never looked in the
right places.

   Allie turned to the side and I let her guide me in a circle and with
another shove she sent me against the pool table The rail hitting the backs
of my thighs hurt, but that was forgotten when Allie dropped to her knees
and ripped my pants and underwear down my thighs.  Grabbing my cock she
gave it a hard squeeze that sent a stream of pre cum oozing down my shaft
and with no hesitation took me into her mouth.

   "Damn!" I groaned as she took my cock down her warm wet mouth until her
lips were wrapped around the base of my shaft.

   "Hmm," she moaned, her eyes rolling back as she worked her tongue around
my cock.

   She shook her head back and forth and I moaned at the sensation.  Her
eyes found mine and giving me a wink, she slipped her tongue out, licking
my balls with my cock buried in her throat. 

   "Holy shit!" I gasped, "That's...wow."

   I sounded like a fool and she giggled around my cock telling me she
might have thought so too, but that didn't stop her from bobbing her head
in a slow steady rhythm.  She was now taking me about halfway down each
time and I relaxed against the pool table letting myself fully enjoy this
little wildcat blowing me. 

   I put my hand in her hair and she moaned her approval as I gently guided
her mouth along my shaft.  She popped my cock from her mouth with a loud
sucking sound and smiling up at me, rubbed it along her face,

   "How's your nice big dick look in my pretty face, baby?"

   "Damn good."

   "Yeah, I bet your boring wife didn't suck your cock like this, did she?"

   "Hell no." With Laura I was lucky if she'd go down on me once a month
for a couple of minutes before more 'lovemaking' 

   "Her loss, because this cock is delicious!" she displayed her approval
by deep throating me so quickly I gasped.

   She released my cock once more and to my surprise spit on it.  She
stroked my cock, making it even slicker with her spit, then lowering her
mouth allowed a long strand of drool to ooze down my shaft.  She then
engulfed my cock once more and bobbed her head but this time the incredible
sensation was enhanced by loud slurping sounds.

   I put my other hand on her back, caressing her smooth skin as she gave
me the best blow job I'd had since I'd been her age.  She had her fingers
around my cock and was following the wet trail of her mouth, jerking me off
as she sucked me and my knees were beginning to get weak.

   Allie slid me from her mouth and once again fixing her eyes on me made a
show of running her tongue up and down my shaft. 

   "God, that looks good." I told her, trying to keep myself from thinking
about how close I was to cumming.

   "Taste's good." She giggled.

   "So do you."

   "You'll get a good long taste of me soon enough." She said around
fluttering her tongue along the sensitive underside of the head of my cock.
"But I figured I'd be a good girl and take care of this nice dick you've
been wasting on some boring old bitch."

   "Amen to that." I laughed, then released another surprised moan when she
ducked her head and sucked my balls into her mouth. 

   I tried to hold back on the moaning as not to sound like...well like a
guy her age, but I couldn't help it.  Allie worked one ball at a time into
her mouth, sucking and licking, before releasing them and bathing my sac
with her tongue.  She was gently stroking my cock and I swear I was so hard
I was ready to pop just from her minimal touch.

   "You ready baby?" She asked, "You ready to give me a nice hot load?"

   "Please." Was all I could come out with.

   "Don't have to beg, honey.  I'm not wifey; I'm the kind of girl you can
tell what you want." She ran her tongue up my cock and stopped at the tip,
"Tell me what you want, Marcus, say it."

   "I..." I took a deep breath.  "I want you to..."

   "To...?" she stuck her tongue into the slit of my dick and pulled a
trail of precum back with it.

   "I want you to suck my cock you little green eyed slut."

   "Love it!" She laughed, "Have to earn that nickname, don't I?"

   "Then earn it." I told her.

   "Yes sir." She kissed my cock.  "I'm going to suck you off, honey, I
want every drop."

   She took me into her mouth and as she had done before bobbed her head in
a steady pace.  I was breathing hard as I watched the mind blowing sight of
my cock sliding in and out of those perfect lips.  Her red lipstick was
smeared on my shaft and she was letting her spit dribble down my cock and
slurping it up again.

   Now this was a blow job, a nasty, sloppy, sexy blow job from a girl who
knew sex was fun not a damn chore.  I tore my gaze from her mouth in an
effort to hold off a little more and looked down her smooth back, her ass
looked amazing and those damn fuck me boots added an extra thrill.  Allie
moved her head faster and I moaned, my hips twitching.

   Allie stopped and standing up pushed my chest, "Get up on the table,"
she told me.

   I sat on the table and she pushed me again.  "Further and lay back."

   I scooted my ass back on the table and lay back on the hard slate as
Allie pulled my pants further down.  My legs were dangling off the table
and standing between them.  Allie wrapped her tits around my cock and moved
up and down.  I groaned in pleasure and with an evil smile she drooled onto
her tits, letting her spit lubricate them.

   I thrust my hips and she moaned, "That's it fuck my tits, these nice
young tits you were staring at."

   I pumped my hips and lowering her head she began flicking her tongue
across the tip of my cock each time it poked through her soft breasts.  I
gasped when she sucked the head into her mouth and releasing her tits; she
put her hands on either side of my hips and began sucking me like it was a
competition.

   "Oh, fuck." I called out as she repeatedly took me down to my balls. 

   Allie's eyes bored into mine and were bright with lust as she continued
her incredible hands free blow job.  Losing control I thrust my hips into
her descending mouth and she moaned her approval.  My balls tightened and I
cried out like an idiot in a bad porn, when unable to hold back, I exploded
in her mouth.

   "Hmm-mm!" She moaned, her eyes still on mine as she sucked my erupting
cock. 

   She was making a noise that was a mixture of a gurgle and a squeal each
time I sent a spurt of cum into her mouth.  She slurped up to my tip and
opening her mouth let a long stream of cum spill out down my shaft and onto
my balls.  Pausing to lick her lips, Allie lowered her head and proceeded
to lick every drop of cum from me.

   When she was done she smacked her lips, "Damn I love sucking cock."

   "I loved you sucking it."

   "Such a nice cock too." She said and hooking her fingers into her thong
pushed it down over her hips.

   My eyes locked onto her pink slit as she kicked the thong over the table
and grabbing my cock stroked it while putting a knee on the table and
pulling herself onto it.

   She swung her leg over my hips, straddling me.

   "What are you...?" My question turned into a groan when she guided my
cock to her pussy and drove down onto it.  I cried out as she impaled
herself on me and I felt her hot, wet and damn tight pussy devour my cock.

   "God!" I choked out as she worked her hips up and down, riding me hard
and fast, "What are you doing?"

   "Wow, has it been that long?" she put her hands on my chest to steady
herself, "I'm fucking you!"

   "I...I just came." I managed to get out as she pumped her hips at an
insane speed, damn she was wild!

   "Yeah?" she paused to release a long moan as she buried me within her
and worked her hips in circles, "So what?  I don't care you're not a kid,
no one goes soft on me."

   That was emphasized by her reverting back to riding me like I was a
prize bull in a rodeo.  I put my hands on her hips in an effort to slow her
down, but she wasn't having it.

   "Here suck my tits and relax." She said and with leaning over shoved her
tits in my face. 

   I grabbed her breasts and eagerly sucked her perfect pink nipple into my
mouth while playing with the other and she groaned in approval.  I was
breathing hard, trying to catch my breath from my orgasm and keep up with
her wild fucking.  But focusing on her firm young tits was a good
distraction.

   Allie smiled down at me, her long hair tickling my shoulders as she
worked her body back and forth along my shaft.  Her pussy felt incredible,
each time she buried me inside her she would contract it around me and I
was glad I'd already cum, because I wouldn't have lasted five minutes
inside her delightful and surprisingly experienced slit.

   Allie leaned away from me, now sitting straight up and cupping her
breasts, slowed down and made a show of sensually grinding on my cock, as
she did she laughed and sang along "All she wants to do is ride, Allie,
ride!" 

   I wondered how many times she had played the damn song, but knew I would
never hear it again without popping a rod. 

   "Fuck, look at you." I moaned as she took her long hair up, really
posing as she worked my cock.

   "How about this?"

   She leaned back and grabbing the edge of the table gave me a great view
of my cock sliding into her smooth pussy, her swollen clit was protruding
and I put my thumb on it.

   "Yes!" She cried out, pushing her pussy into my touch.

   "How about I make you purr?" I asked her, rubbing her clit in fast
circles with my thumb.

   "I like to purr, but screw your thumb!"

   She slipped off my cock and my eyes widened at how wet it was, there was
also a feeling of pride that, as she had predicted, my cock was acting like
it was twenty years younger, still hard and twitching against my stomach. I
started to sit up, but again moving with an ease that made me wonder how
many guys had been on this table, she spun herself around, swung her leg
over my chest and eased back, placing us in a sixty nine.

   Resting her arms on my legs, Allie lowered her ass and I plunged my face
into her sopping pussy as if I were a starving man at a buffet.

   "Oh, baby!" She called out as my tongue drove into her wet hole. 
"That's it, eat that pussy!"

   I swirled my tongue inside her and moaned at the taste of her sticky
juices.  Keeping my tongue rigid I moved my head back and forth as much as
I could.  Allie emitted an adorable little squeal and helped me out,
rocking back and forth.  I sucked hard, getting a good mouthful of her,
then worked my tongue through her puffy pussy lips. 

   She moaned and I felt her rest her cheek on my thigh, as I flicked my
tongue around her clit, she grabbed my cock and pumped it slowly

   "No going soft, baby, not even for a minute." She purred, "Next time you
come you're going to feel like your head exploded."

   I felt something soft tickle my cock and realized she had wrapped her
hair around it.  It was a hot sensation and I said, "Nice trick,"

   "Then show me one." She laughed.

   "Okay." I told her and feeling my confidence building I grabbed her ass
cheeks spread them wide and slipped my tongue into her pink rosebud.

   "Dirty boy!" she cried, but squirmed in my face, "I love that!  Hmm guys
my age don't like doing that."

   "And my wife never let me do it." I murmured into her ass.

   Whether she heard me or not I didn't know, nor did I care.  My face was
buried between the cheeks of what was probably the hottest girl I'd ever
been with and she was giggling and playing with my cock while I ate her
asshole.  Have fun at home Kev!  I almost laughed at that and swore I was
getting drunk on sex.

   I slid my hand down her ass cheek and she yelped when I slipped two
fingers into her pussy knuckle deep and thrust them in and out while I
tongued her ass.

   "That's it, work that pussy." She encouraged me, "How about you put that
tongue back on my clit?  I love a good rim job, but honey, this little
kitty needs to purr for you!"

   She raised her ass so my tongue slid past my fingers and onto her clit.
I eagerly sucked it into my mouth and taking a chance she was into it I
pushed a finger from my other hand gently into her ass.

   "I love it!" she cooed, "Go ahead, nice and deep!"

   I pushed my finger all the way in and felt my other fingers sliding in
and out through the thin skin between her ass and pussy.  Allie was still
jerking me off with her hair, but pulled it away and I groaned into her
pussy when she took me into her mouth.  She sucked then moaned around it,
"God I taste good on your cock!"

   Allie resumed sucking my cock, but slowly, making me feel her soft lips
sliding down every inch of me.  In contrast I was devouring her pussy with
an enthusiasm I had forgotten.  My lips smacked loudly as I sucked her clit
and I was inhaling deeply, reveling in the scent of her dripping pussy. 

   Allie was moaning louder around my cock and her hips were rocking,
pushing her clit into my flickering tongue.  Her ass was trembling beneath
my hands and both her pussy and ass were tightening around my fingers. 

   Even as her orgasm approached she maintained control, still teasing my
cock with her talented mouth.  I eased my finger from her ass, paused and
as I sucked her clit, caught it between my teeth while I drove my finger
hard into her ass and boldly slipped a third finger inside her.  The effect
on Allie told me I hadn't over stepped my bounds.

   Releasing me from her mouth she emitted a long loud wail and bucked
wildly into my face.

   "Yes, oh fuck!" she screamed, "Like that!  Oh suck it, suck it, oh
please keep sucking it!"

   I smiled around her clit, thrilled that I finally got her to lose
control as up until now I was the one who'd been overwhelmed with her
prowess, guess this old dog still knew some good tricks.  I continued
sucking her clit while pounding my fingers roughly into her and she howled
repeatedly as her holes contracted around my fingers.

   Allie writhed and squirmed in my face, squealing and pushing herself
into my fingers.  I moaned as she surprised me by taking my cock back in
her mouth and screaming around it as she somehow managed to suck me down to
my balls.  Her body tensed and I flinched back as a jet of warm sticky
fluid splattered against my face.  Goddamn!

   Allie stopped sucking and let loose with one more porn quality wail
before she slumped on top of me, her face on my thigh, as she gasped for
breath.

   "Oh, damn I came so hard!" she sighed.

   Speaking of hard, my cock had not softened one bit and deciding it was
time I started acting like the older more experienced lover, I eased my
fingers from her ass and gave it a push while sliding myself up the table.
Allie's ass was now resting on my stomach and sitting up further, I grabbed
my cock and shoved it into her pussy.  It wasn't a great angle, but she
moaned and knowing what I wanted pushed herself up on her hands and rode me
backwards.  I watched her sweet ass work my cock and pushed my finger back
into it.

   "Oh, not shy anymore!" She moaned and worked her hips faster. 

   Now it was my cock I could feel sliding against my finger and I groaned
from the wet heat of her pussy.  The position was damn hot, but was teasing
the shit out of me.  Apparently she felt the same way, as easing off my
cock; she sat on the edge of the table.  Looking over her shoulder at me
she smiled and tapped the rail, "How about you stand right here?"

   I slid down the table, popped up on my feet then stumbled and almost
fell as my jeans tangled around my ankles.  Fortunately she caught me by
the arm, laughing.

   "Smooth!"

   She lay back on the table and raising her legs, placed her ankles on my
shoulders, spreading herself open she said, "Let's go, baby, time to fuck
me the way I need it." The table was a perfect height for me to drive
downward into her pussy and I slammed into her so hard my balls slapped
against her ass.

   "Oh fuck!" she cried out as I thrust my hips, fucking her as hard as I
dared.  "Yes, oh fuck yeah!"

   I grabbed the heels of her boots and using them as handles, lifted her
legs in the air, spread them wide hammering away at her hot young pussy.

   "Oh, oh, oh!" she cried over and over, as I relentlessly drove into her.

   I was amazed I didn't feel close to coming and thought that was
definitely an advantage of age, but still slowed down, enjoying watching my
glistening cock slipping in and out of her pink flesh. 

   "Hey!" she exclaimed, "I'm not your wife or your girlfriend, fuck me!"

   "Yes ma'am!" I laughed and resumed going to town on her.

   She squealed her approval and grabbing her bouncing tits, pulled at her
pink nipples as she moaned.  I saw her clit was once again hard over my
plunging cock and putting her left leg back on my shoulder I pushed my
thumb against her button.

   "Oh yeah!" She cried as I rubbed it hard and fast, "Fuck yeah, baby, let
me come on that cock!"

   I switched off to giving her longer, slower strokes and this time she
didn't complain as I worked her clit.  Allie's eyes were half shut and her
formerly fair skin was flushed with passion.  She was sweating and her hair
was sticking to her cheeks and shoulders.  Her full lips were parted and I
couldn't believe how damn sexy she was. 

   That drove me to fuck her faster and taking her clit between my fingers
I gave it a pinch.

   "Oh god!" she cried out and throwing her head back howled like a goddamn
animal as she came on my plunging dick.

   "Oh fuck." I groaned as her pussy convulsed around me, squeezing me with
her wet heat. 

   Allie's beautiful eyes had rolled back and she was squirming on the
table as she tugged on her tits and came hard all over me.  Her back arched
off the table and with a yelp she thrust her hips and another stream of hot
fluid sprayed from her pussy and onto my stomach.

   "Oh....god." she moaned letting herself relax on the table. 

   Not wanting to let up I put my arms behind her knees and leaning forward
bent her legs until her feet were over her head and plowed into her. 
Allie's eyes bulged and she was yelping continuously as her ass came off
the table and I shoved my cock even deeper than before. 

   "Oh...you...oh so...fucking deep!" she gasped between moans, "Marcus,
oh, baby you...oh fuck!"

   Her words were driving me wild and I was moaning myself as I drew near
to my own orgasm. 

   "Oh, stop!" she sat up and pushed against my chest.

   "What?" I gasped, shaking my own sweat from my eyes, "I..."

   "Come on, baby you know you want this ass in the air for you!"

   There was no disputing that logic and with a grin I slid my cock from
her wet embrace and stood back.  I expected her to get on her hands and
knees on the table, but instead she slid off turned and bent over it. 
Looking over her shoulder she wiggled her ass, "Come get it, baby.  Claim
your green eyed slut."

   Unable to help it, I bent over, spread her cheeks and shoved my tongue
into her oozing slit.  She giggled and worked her ass into my face.  I took
a minute to tongue her ass one more time, then grabbed her hips and thrust
into her.

   "That's it!" she moaned, "Give it to me, fuck me the way you never
fucked her!"

   On that note...I reached out and grabbing the end of her long hair
pulled on it.

   "Oh, fuck I love it!" she cried, "Yank on it!"

   I pulled harder causing her to have to rise up on her arms and as I
slammed her I swung my other hand giving her a hard slap on her left cheek.

   "Other one's jealous!" she laughed.

   I struck the other side then went back and forth giving her a few sharp
slaps to each cheek; she moaned at each blow and was now thrusting back
into me.  I smiled at the sight of the red finger prints on her white ass
and grabbing them, squeezed hard enough to get her to yelp, took a deep
breath and fucked her with all the strength in my hips. 

   "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck me!" she yelped. 

   I shook my hair from my eyes and kept pounding away on her.  She was so
wet I could hear her pussy making squishing sounds as I slid out and shoved
myself back in.  My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my temple
and I was breathing like a bull.  The muscles in my arms bulged as I fucked
her harder and harder and my knees felt like they were ready to buckle.

   In front of me Allie was making an assortment of high pitched noises and
had leaned back over the table, laying flat , her arms outstretched,
fingers clutching the rail as I gave her the fucking of at least my
lifetime, but something told me maybe not hers, but I was trying.  I heard
a pathetic whimpering noise and realized it was me as my balls tightened
and my cock twitched as my tired body strained to come.

   "Come on, baby!" Allie moaned, "Show me how you can fuck!  Give it to me
the way that boring bitch could never handle!  Fuck my pussy and come all
over my fucking face!"

   Those last words sent me over the edge, and after several more savage
thrusts, I pulled my cock and like I had always fantasized about, squeezed
it hoping she hadn't just been talking to get me off.

   But as she had all night, Allie delivered.  Dropping to her knees, she
held her tits, up and opening wide, waggled her tongue at me.  I released
my cock and cried out as the cum spurted out so hard it was painful.

   That short sharp pain was forgotten as I watched that long stream of cum
score a direct hit on her tongue.  Allie closed her mouth and pushed her
tongue out sending cum drooling down her chin.  As I stroked my cock
sending several more impressive spurts onto her, she turned her head side
by side, letting me paint her face with my sticky cream. 

   The cum oozed down her cheek and onto her tits and when my spent cock ad
no more, I let it go, then moaned when she took it into her mouth and
sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed and she managed to wring a couple of
more drops from me. 

   She kept sucking, and I squirmed as my head was a raw nerve.  Pulling
away from her I leaned heavily against the pool table trying to catch my
breath.

   "Holy...holy shit." I breathed.

   "Hmm-mm" she nodded, causing cum to splatter onto her tits and
stomach. 

   She leaned back against the table, sliding her legs out in front of her.
I slid down next to her and watched in disbelief as she continued to play.
Licking cum from her lips, she lifted her tits and lowering her head licked
as much cum from them as she could.  Smacking her lips, she sighed.

   "Damn, Marcus, what an idiot your wife was.  You're a hell of a fuck."

   "You're pretty..." I laughed, "Christ, Allie, girls didn't fuck like
that when I was in college."

   "Sure they did, but they had to keep it quiet, you know, wouldn't want
to be called a slut." She shrugged, "Me, I'm all about a good time and fuck
anyone that doesn't like it, right?"

   "That's a good attitude," I agreed and meant it.  "Fuck what people
think, if we're happy the way we are that's what matters." I gave her a
tired smile, "I lived the other way too long, tonight I decided to get back
to me and...look what happened." I paused and said "Thank you."

   I realized how dumb that sounded, but like she had all night, Allie just
laughed, "Hey I took one for the team.  I'm a giver you know."

   "A fluffer too." I laughed.

   "Hmm, well hey, if the bar goes under, guess I can make some money,
huh?" She gave a tired sigh and running her fingers through her hair
stopped and frowned at the sticky ends of it.  "The downside of a hair
job" 

   "Well, um, you live upstairs, right?"

   "Yup, going to run up and take a quick shower while I have a few
minutes."

   "Few minutes?"

   "Yeah, gotta open back up.  My old man gets here early he'll be pissed I
closed, he'll want to know why."

   "You're father?" I asked apprehensively. 

   She nodded and reaching up, grabbed some napkins off the small table
next to us and wiped at the cum on her tits and stomach.

   "Daddy, get here about eleven to help me close."

   "Shit, it's a little after ten thirty!" I said looking at the clock over
the bar.

   "Yup, better get dressed quick, so I can run upstairs and clean up." She
grinned, "Can't let him see me dressed like this." She picked up her red
dress, "Gotta get my jeans and sweat shirt on."

   "But those guys, Pete, they don't say anything?"

   "Nah, they know I'm a pretty young girl and my dad's over protective,
they look out for me, and they let me be me.  Trust me if you came on like
a creep I could have had your legs busted."

   "Good to know."

   She took a deep breath and standing, slid the dress back on.  As she did
I got one more chance to stare at her marvelous tits and gorgeous body.  As
I forced my protesting legs to get me into a standing position I wondered
if there was a chance...

   "So, uh what about the rest of the night?"

   "What about it?" she picked her thong up and after looking at it, tossed
it at me, "Here, keep it, you can smell it and think about me."

   "Right." I sniffed the crotch and sighed, "Real thing is better."

   "It is." She licked her lips, "I can still taste your cum."

   "You can...you are something."

   "I am." She winked, then pointed to the floor, "How about you pull your
pants up?  Daddy comes in through the back sometimes."

   "Oh." I hurriedly pulled my pants up and finding my t-shirt donned it. 

   My eyes fell on the pool table and I noticed the wet stain on the felt
from her squirting.  "What about the..." I trailed off when I noticed two
similar stains on the table.  "Hey, um, you do this a lot?"

   "Sometimes." She shrugged, "I've fucked a few guys here, never guys I
date, but guys like you I meet here."

   "Like me...you mean older?"

   "Yeah, some of them are married so easier to do it here and," she tapped
the table, "I love fucking on this, and the bar, and...against the wall."
She grinned.

   "What about your place?"

   "Dirtier down here, more fun and not every guy knows I live here."

   "Well I was thinking." I said, "How about you run up and change and I'll
chill at the bar, if your dad comes I'll say you had to run upstairs and
when you guys close I can..."

   "Sorry, Marcus." She touched my cheek.  "No one sees my bed,"

   "But..."

   "I told you, baby, I'm not a wife or a girlfriend, I fuck, we have a
good time, you go home, I go back to work and then bed." She smiled, "Like
the good girl I am!"

   "So you, um...you ever like to see the same guy again?  You
mentioned..."

   "If you want to come by again maybe we can.  Depends on if I feel like
it or not or if my dad's here."

   "Well maybe we can go out, I'll..." she put her finger to my lips.

   "Marcus, a guy like you needs a night like this, but walk away and enjoy
it.  I'm a little tart who loves a good fuck.  I am not a girlfriend, I do
not go on dates.  Think of this as getting back in the saddle."

   "I guess." I agreed, but kept trying, "But..."

   "No buts.  Last thing you need is to think every girl you bang should be
someone you see.  Enjoy the moment and go home.  Next time you're out maybe
you will want another one night stand or meet a nice woman, but tonight was
sex."

   "Wow, I thought it was the women that usually felt cheap." I joked,
masking my disappointment.

   "Women might, liberated sluts like me don't." she stared at the jukebox
that had kicked back on again.  I'd been so intent on the sex I'd stopped
hearing it.

   Walking over to hit and shutting it off, she said.  "I came, you
came...now we go." She laughed, "Time to go Marcus."

   "Okay." I shrugged. 

   I walked over to the stool feeling the last hour's festivities in every
step and donning my jacket turned to leave and saw Allie standing there.

   "What no kiss?" she smiled and kissed me, this time a soft, surprisingly
sweet one.  "You were a lot of fun, baby." She told me, "Maybe another
time, you never know."

   "Maybe." I told her I started to turn then couldn't help myself, "So,
um, you really do this a lot?"

   "Not that much." She spread her arms out, "Not a lot of decent guys come
through that I like.  But..." she nodded, "You're the second one this
month!"

   "Oh, good." I made an effort not to roll my eyes.

   "Nice guy, tall blond, fancy car, his was an Audi though." 

   "Blond hair, Audi?" No, no way.

   "Yup, but know what, baby?  You were a lot more fun, He didn't go near
my ass."

   "Duly noted" I said softly, starting to turn.  The added, "Thanks for a
great time, Allie; you were just what I needed."

   "Oh, trust me; I knew exactly what you needed." She laughed, "I think
you were my first referral!"

   *****

   I sat in the car letting it warm up, and rubbed at my tired eyes.  The
good news was the sex had cleared my buzz and...hell there was a lot of
good news.  Tonight was far and away the most fun I'd had since, maybe
ever. Even back when I was younger I had never run into a girl like that.

   "Liberated slut." I said aloud, "That's a good one."

   I stared at the bar and flinched when a pair of headlights flashed in my
face.  A large Ford pickup pulled in next to me.  The lights cut out and a
large, very large, man in a leather jacket got out.  He walked past the
front of my car and glanced over at me.  In the headlights I saw a very
familiar pair of green eyes and thick black hair and as he nodded at me I
gave him a nervous wave.

   I backed out slowly wondering if Allie had made it downstairs.  The door
opened before he got to it and Allie, now dressed in a pair of jeans and a
baggy Red Sox sweatshirt, her hair pulled back in a pony tail threw her
arms around him. 

   "Daddy!" I heard her exclaim through the window I'd left open to clear
my head.

   "There's my little girl." He laughed hugging her.

   "Daddy's little something." I muttered.

   As I reached the end of the deserted parking lot, I couldn't wait any
longer.  Pulling out my cell I dialed Kevin, it was late, but I didn't
care. All I could picture was his Black Audi and his light blonde hair and
Allie's crack about a 'referral'

   "Marcus." He answered on the third ring.

   "Kevin, about tonight."

   "I know what you're going to say," he sighed.

   "I bet you do!  You set me up, you dog!  Why..."

   "Marcus?"

   "What?"

   "You're welcome." He laughed and hung up.

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