Though they had banned smoking five years ago, the darkened bar reeks of stale cigarette smoke, cheap whiskey and body odor. It’s not your upscale kinda bar. No one comes in with expensive suits, fat wallets or knowing how to carry on an intelligent conversation. However, it keeps a steady rhythm of the regulars who come in nightly, from time to time even bringing in new customers. When other bars get too overcrowded, they come seeking cold beer and a cheap thrill here. The ladies (if that is what you want to call them), who come here, dress like full on sluts, thirsty for attention. They’re willing to do anything, for anyone, if it means getting any sort of attention. The men don’t care how trashy they act, they’re not looking for love, just a place to dump a load. Yeah, these men just need a little bit of female comfort, and they’re good to go. The girls often leave with one man and come back to pick up a new one if the first man doesn’t want her all night. Men are always willing to pay them, one way or another. Sometimes it is with alcohol, some with drugs and if the girl in question is lucky, cash too. The bathrooms are proof of that. The floors are littered with baggies, needles and open condom packages. Worse even, used condoms. The walls are filled with names of girls who are easiest to get in touch with, phone numbers and even addresses. Many of them written by the owner of the number or address. The employees are constantly on the boss to get a bouncer or guards, but he refuses to. He doesn’t want to lose business, so he let’s his customers get away with just about anything. He doesn’t care, because he only comes around to pick up the money and pay his employers. It often means going through several severs and bartenders like dirty wash rags. There is always someone who is willing to work at the bar, thinking it will be all kinds of fun to hang out, listen to good music and drink beers. They soon realize that isn’t the case. Some stick around until they can’t take it anymore, most leave without notice. They come and go, except for Wendy. She’s been working in the bar for almost ten years. If she went missing, people would notice. She puts up with no shit and she never allows anyone to fuck up her night. Even she doesn’t stop the craziness that goes on. As long as she doesn’t have to watch and always tells people that no one better die on her shift or she’ll beat their ass. It seems everyone respects that rule, as no one has ended up dead or even found overdosed. That makes everyone happy or happy enough. Business goes on as usual. * “Hey, why don’t you call it a night,” Wendy smiles over at Ginger. She’s new to the job, a little timid and sweet as honey pie. The guys eye fuck her nightly, giving them something to dream about when şişli escort they go home at the end of drinking. Wendy is waiting on how long it will take the sweet girl to quit. “Er, um, are you sure? I know I’m supposed to be closin’ tonight,” Ginger stares at Wendy with her big brown doe eyes. “Don’t go questionin’ yer boss,” Wendy giggles at her. “I don’t mind. Ain’t got much left to do and I can do it quicker on my own. Just take that bag of trash with ya on the way out, ya hear?” Ginger looks in the direction to where Wendy pointed and walks towards the bag, hefting it up, she brings it to the back room. The employees have a small, crowded room in the back where they can keep their personal stuff while on shift. With only the radio on low, listening to country music, Wendy continues to sweep the main part of the bar floor. After a few minutes, Ginger comes back through, “Goodnight then, Wendy. You take care and be careful.” As she says this, walking to the front door, carrying the trash bag in one hand and her belonging in the other. “Stay safe, see ya tomorrow evenin’ honey.” After a long busy evening serving a bunch of drunkards who had been all riled up after the loss of the Red Sox game, Wendy just wanted to sit her ass down. It is something she tried not to do when on the job, wanting to give a good impression for the others who work at the bar. Pouring herself a gin and tonic, she sits, looking around the nearly clean bar, letting out a low sigh. It isn’t the best job, she knows, but she only works Thursday through Sunday nights, making enough between pay and tips that she can pay her bills. Her second job was for spending money, for other things she wanted, mostly for play. Beep beep beep – long vibrate Her phone, which is tucked into her bra goes off, giving a tickle to her flesh as it finishes with a vibration. She pulls it out, unlocking it and seeing she has a new message. ‘Hey baby, what’s good? Been lookin’ for you all night, sexy.’ The text says, the sender is from Wendy’s long time fuck buddy Max. ‘Guess ya didn’t go lookin’ too far, Max. I’m workin’, same as I do every weekend. I’m at the bar, cleanin’ up, Whatcha want from me?’ Her phone vibrates right almost instantly. ‘Aww, now baby, don’t be mad at me. I miss you.’ ‘I know what that means, ya know? Ya miss being inside me. What’s wrong, your old lady not putting out again. Stupid bitch.’ Wendy shakes her head, rolling her eyes thinking of his wife. ‘She’s just mad at me. Her car broke down and she expects me to fix it, instead of her getting off her ass to help pay for it. Now she’s neglecting me and I have blue balls so bad I can’t even think straight, baby. Help me out. You know I do good by you.’ Wendy can’t deny that Max, even mecidiyeköy escort though married and is usually a rule she tries not to break, is one of the best people she fucks. He has a tongue like a hurricane and a cock the size of a horse. Not really, but he fucks like he does and that is what Wendy loves about having sex with him. If he wasn’t married, she’d scoop him up real quick. It’s been a while since they’ve fooled around because Wendy was off and on with some guy she met at her other job. They ended things when he called her a stupid bitch. She didn’t care about the bitch part, but she damn well knew she wasn’t stupid. He did try to apologize later on, but he ruined it for her. He wasn’t all that good of a fuck either, so Wendy saw no reason to let him come back. ‘Ya, sure, like I said, I’m at the bar. We can christen the new pool table. It’s begging to be fucked on. Would ya like that, you big stud?’ She teases him, knowing he’s up to any challenge. ‘Fuck yeah! Be there in like 15, baby. Get your sweet ass ready for a good ride!’ Wendy tucks her phone back into her bra, as she stands up to finish what little cleaning is left before Max shows up. She knows she won’t be in the mood to finish once they’re done fucking. He always wears her out, just like a guy should do to a girl after a good, hard fuck. Changing the music, so Max doesn’t give her a hard time, she pours him a long island ice tea. His favorite. By the time she’s finished with the last bathroom, washing her hands repeatedly, she hears a loud knock on the back door. ‘Nice timing,’ she mumbles to herself as she rushes to let Max in. “Hey there pretty ma’am, how you doin’?” Max wraps his thick arms around her. Max spent some time in prison. With nothing better to do, he worked out, beefing up so he looked intimating enough to ensure the other inmates didn’t fuck with him. Between the scar that he wore across his right cheek, his long, blondish red hair and his buffing up, it seemed to do the job. It didn’t fool Wendy though, she could see the soft teddy bear inside him, when she looked into his ocean blue eyes. He could probably kick someone’s ass if he needed to, but he was one of the sweetest men Wendy has ever met. He always wore dark blue jeans, with a black shirt and a hoody when it was cold, and no matter what, always wore just enough stubble to make a girl moan. Wendy thought it was a sexy look on him, especially when he paired it with his sunglasses. “Fucking fantastic now, you sexy beast. God! I’ve missed you.” Wendy felt Max lift her, as she wraps her legs around him. “Mmm, damn, you smell so good. I don’t know what it is, but Old Spice just suits you like peanut butter and jelly,” she giggles, kissing him as he carries her to the front room. “Wore it especially for you, baby. I know how much you love it. You smell damn good yerself, given the stink of this fuckin’ bar. Yer boss should really hire someone to do a deep cleaning. For real, honey.” “Did you come here to tell me stuff I already know, or to fuck me senseless? Cos if it’s the first, I rather go home and go to bed.” “Bed isn’t coming to you anytime soon, wise ass. I’ll take my time with you, because you know how good I treat you,” Max looks down at her, as he rests her on the pool table. He grins from ear to ear, eyeing her for the first time tonight. Wendy is on the really short side, being only five foot two inches, she is often teased about being a part of the munchkins from the Wizard Of Oz. She has learned to ignore the teasing, because she’d rather be the height she’s at, and not any taller. Shaking out her strawberry blonde hair out of the messy bun she has up while she works, she watches Max ogle her. Seductively, she releases one button at a time on her shirt, revealing her bare breasts to him. Her B sized breasts, which she convinces herself are a small C are pale in the low lighting of the room, they almost look bright. Her white Irish skin always pale, no matter how much she tans. “Come and get it then, Daddy, stop talkin’.” That’s all Max needed to pull her by the hips. The balls all skitter to the other end of the table as he lifts her hips up and removes her panties. Her skirt rides up around her waist as she wiggles closer to the edge of the table, ready for the assault Max is about to give her. Max takes one of the table’s chairs, dragging it to the edge of the pool table. He turns it backwards as he straddles it, giving him the best line up to Wendy’s pussy. Wendy has never been the type of girl to go completely bald down below, thinking it looked too young looking. She liked the tight trim, the softness of her reddish pubic hair as she fingered herself all those late nights she spends alone. Max likes it too because his wife lets hers grow wild and bushy, making it impossible to enjoy eating her out. Slowly Max let’s his facial hair tickle along Wendy’s thighs, kissing up to her mound. The delicate touch drives her passion for his mouth to cover her pussy to the point she wants to beg for it. He loves taking his time, inhaling her scent, tasting her flesh, which always tastes of her soaps and a hint of her sweat. The erotic mix can send a man mad with lust, if given the chance to get so close. Max hates the idea of sharing Wendy, but he knows he can’t ask her to give up the chance at finding someone when he is married himself. Many times he has thought of leaving his wife, to run away with Wendy. He and his wife have no kids together. The two that she brought into the marriage don’t respect Max whatsoever. Who can blame them when their own mother doesn’t? His tongue wiggling along her folds, he caresses along her slit from top to bottom.