It had been a long night, and I wasn't in the mood for my own company, but neither was I interested in inane chatter or serious conversation for that matter. What to do? I decided I'd visit the new bar in town. Had heard this was a place to be seen, fairly exclusive - could I even get in? But I was looking good: had shaved that morning, hair was cut and shaped how I liked it, and despite my mood, had what I felt was a certain attractive meaness... No problems from the bouncers, just a brief, nodded 'hello'...

And so to the bar - Jack & Coke, I asked... It arrived. I went to say thank you, and only then noticed the stunning barmaid who'd served me...

Brunette, shoulder length, with clear green eyes, neat supple breasts her nipples peaking..

and I could see no more...

it was below the counter. But before I could speak, she'd already moved on to her next customer victim. So I sat, pondered, slowly sipping my drink, stroking the glass with absent thoughts, the coldness numbing my fingers, the distraction numbing my mind...

My glass half full, a half hour passed: I smiled - this was what I needed. No alarms, nor surprises, just 'Me' time - I felt better. And suddenly aroused... Something entered my field of distraction, but I didn't turn around... A hand, resting on my lap. A voice, and cool wind, whispering in my ear...

'Don't move...

' I stayed, enticed by the sultry words spoken. This was a new direction, and spirits & other things were rising... 'That's good, let me help you'... The hand began to move, softly, stroking my thigh, between my legs, moving ever nearer my growing, throbing hardness.

This was so exciting, not knowing who, why, but enjoying what was happening. The hand reached my manhood, and continued stroking.. The voice returned: 'I'm going to tell you a story...' As she upzipped my pants, her warm breadth resting landing on my neck, she spoke. What a story, her fantasies matching my own, her words causing echoes in my mind, her touch, making me throb.. I got harder, she reached through my boxers, and her fingers enclasped my bulge. Her words and actions were blowing my mind.

I tried to turn - 'No' she asked. I obeyed. 'And this is just the appetiser', she said... The pace quickened. Was anyone watching, could anyone see her hand, or in my face, my smile, the pleasure I was feeling...

I got closer, her words shortened, her mind dirtied... A final whisper - 'and...

when I'm finished here, that's what you'll do for me...' It was a demand.. That was enough - I came, her hand closed, tight, as I pulsed, throbed, my juice spilling on her wrist. Her hand lifted - close to my face, I heard a toy... and then... 'Let me get you another Jack & Coke, we'll go out back, and you'll give me exactly what I want'. The barmaid had seduced me, and now it was my time to perform... And I was ready for the most pleasurable payback... She better be ready...