Monogamish - Bachelorette Party
by Publius68

Monogamish - Bachelorette Party Day 01

Amy and her gang head to New Orleans for her 'Hen Do'.

Linda and I seated ourselves in First Class. It was both of our first times there.

"Champagne before takeoff, ladies?" inquired the flight attendant as we stashed our bags under the forward seats, which were unfathomably far in front of our own.

"Already? Before take-off?" I asked in surprise.

"Of course."

"Please," we both said. As she stepped back to the galley, we looked at each other. "I knew we got free drinks, I didn't know they started before takeoff," I said quietly.

In moments, the attendant was back with our glasses of bubbly.

"This is wonderful," Linda said to her. "Thank you. Amy gets married next weekend so this is a nice little extra celebration!"

"Congratulations," our booze angel of the sky told me.

"We are on our way to New Orleans for her Hen Do," Linda went on.

"Wise choice," the attendant laughed. "I'm actually based out of Nola. It is a great place to party, and this is a great time of year for it." She swept off to hand out champers to other First Class passengers that deserved it less than me, such as the florid, stressed-faced man right across the aisle with four spreadsheets open on his laptop already.

"How long have you lived over here?" I snarked to Linda. "We've all told you a thousand times, we don't call them Hen Dos in America. It's sexist, girlfriend!"

"Oh, like 'Bachelorette Party' isn't just as sexist."

"True... but it's sexier!"

The six other members of our expedition got on the plane then. They had reserved an entire row across, back in coach.

"Look at you two," grumbled Kerrie as we held up our champagne and smiled at them innocently. "In the hooch already!"

"Get back to steerage, peons," Linda answered airily, taking a delicate sip with her pinky extended.

Various retorts were issued to that sally, but my friends are good citizens, and good citizens do not delay a plane's boarding process to blow raspberries. They deliver them on the fly.

There was the briefest of pauses in the flow of passengers.

"Psst!" I heard, and looked for the sound. The worn-out old guy, who had to be at least forty, and had a balding pate, was leaning over. He wore a sudden, subtle, conspiratorial grin that transformed his whole appearance into something pretty damned sexy. "Girls, we don't let the peons know we call them that up here..."

We giggled and raised our glasses. If we didn't stop toasting, we'd need a refill before takeoff. He turned back to his spreadsheets, and was instantly the frumpy, hunched, suit-wearing non-entity he had been before. You just never knew.

Linda and I were in First Class, with everybody else in (shhh!) peon class, because, well, our jobs made it possible.

Linda had graduated early, and had a much better job in most ways than I did. It had better benefits like more vacation, and involved a lot of international travel, so she had lots of miles to use for the heretofore mythical upgrade to First Class, at least on such a short flight. I also had a good job, just not as fun as hers, or with equivalent benefits. But it paid just as well, and I traveled for mine a lot, too.

Except that while Linda flew to London and Paris regularly. I flew to Lewiston and Paducah. But all those short hops added up as well, and here we were.

There was a delay for a few connecting passengers, and we definitely got a refill before leaving the gate. Then we had to slam them when the Sky Goddess of Booze came to collect the glasses for takeoff.

As the soft acceleration on the runway pressed us gently back, Linda turned to me. "So Amy, really, are you ready for this?"

"Absolutely, girl!" I chirped. "This weekend is going to be a blast!"

"I meant for next weekend. And every weekend after that."

"Absolutely," I said again, serious as a heart attack.

"It's just, you were Team Single 'Til I Die barely a year ago. Less than that," Linda said seriously.

"That was before Team Marriage included Todd."

"You were fucking him, among others, for a year before that," she said tartly. "Hell, I was fucking him about the time you started up."

I need you to realize, Linda was not trying to talk me out of anything. She just challenged every belief her friends had to make them stronger. Or make them go away. "Now you, out of all of us, are getting married," she went on in mock skepticism.

"Hey, I was happy with the old situation, until I decided I wasn't much interested in fucking the 'among others' any more, and told Todd. He's the one who escalated things directly to marriage! I was just going to be happy with monogamy." I looked at her from a morally superior plateau.

"An escalation you instantly gave into!"

"I did not. I made him wait all of six and one half hours before I said yes. I was playing hard to get," I informed her.

Linda just shook her head. "So if you two have been all monogamous for the seven months of your engagement, why are you so all fired up about being Amy, the wild woman this weekend?"

"Because I'm not married yet, and this is my last chance to be sexually irresponsible. I'm going to take it."

"And Todd?" she asked. "How will he take it if he finds out? And what if he goes all nuts this weekend, too?"

"First of all, he better go all nuts," I said firmly. "I told him if he didn't fuck at least one stripper, I was going to be pissed. Just now. Back in the terminal."

"Amy!"

"Look, Linda," I explained. "Our monogamy so far, 'til next weekend, has been voluntary. A proof of concept. We definitely never required it of each other. We never got to see each other enough during our last semester of school, and both knew it would be hard for the other. We both made sure our lovey had permission to get some recreational activity in if we had needed it. The fact that neither of us ever did just shows how meant for each other we are! Honestly, even with all the delicious men on our campus, I never was even tempted. I just would look, drool a little, and find myself thinking about how soon I could see Todd again."

"So why...?"

"Look, in Todd's case... I interrogated Tommy pretty hard about his plans for them out in Vegas. He thought I was being suspicious. I was wanting to make sure he wasn't holding back on my account," I said seriously. "From what I gleaned, and Tommy is a lot harder to get things out of these days than back when he and I were occasionally screwing, my darling sex machine was going to have no hope of holding out while it was still allowed. I didn't want him to feel guilty when it happened." I took another drink of our freshly re-filled after takeoff champagne. "And I didn't want him worrying that I was trying to hold out either." I looked at Linda, "I believe we have plans that would make that hard for me?"

She blushed.

The middle-aged guy in the suit across the aisle spilled his whiskey on the rocks. Linda and I exchanged a subtle smile, but took no obvious notice. We wouldn't want to embarrass the guy for listening...

The flight was quick, unfortunately. We estimated that we had barely killed a single bottle of airline bubbly between us before it was time for final approach. How were we expected to get our miles' worth?

Our hotel had a shuttle bus, so we all piled on together. Can you imagine, jet-setters like Linda and I? Traveling with peons? What was the world coming to?

Our hotel was a big one located in the French Quarter itself. Linda and I were sharing an enormous room. The hotel called it a suite, because it was almost a thousand square feet, but it was just one huge room (and a bath of course). It would be plenty big enough Saturday for the room party. Big enough for all eight of us to sit, and big enough for... others to move around freely.

We has actually gotten this far without concrete plans for our first night, however. We gathered in our big room to plot. And fell to bickering.

"This is New Orleans, guys!" Patty exclaimed. "The cradle of good food and fine cocktails in America! We need to show some class!"

"Dive bars! Drive bars! Dive bars," countered a few others.

"Compromise!" Linda shouted, finally doing her job as Maid of Honor by shutting down the debate. "We will all get dressed to the nines and go have a fabulous fucking meal. Then we go have one overpriced fancy cocktail at French 75 or Latitude 29, or wherever Patty wants us to go. Then we will come back here, slut up, and go out dive bar-ing until the wee hours. Are we all good with that?"

Like I said. Doing her job at last.

The first part went smoothly, and beautifully. We all flirted, even Melody who is married, with men right and left, but we mostly behaved ourselves. Then we came back to the hotel. Instead of changing immediately, I found us all back in the party room... mine.

"So how do we handle the rest of the evening?" Linda asked, seemingly not sure why this needed discussion any more than I did.

"Dive bars!" Jenn and Melody intoned again.

"We have a plan," Paula said swiftly, pointing at herself and Noor, who reached behind the couch and produced a bag. It was full of white fabric. "I got this idea from a friend of mine who went to a hen party herself that got totally wild," Paula went on.

"See? 'Hen party'," Linda said to me triumphantly.

"My friend still lives in England, like you used to, Limey," Paula shot back. "It is always traditional there to do a little token fund-raising--for spending money on the honeymoon. Tonight, Noor and I think Amy needs to do... Suck for a Buck!"

Linda's face clouded, that sparkled as memory hit. "Oh, that is simply brilliant!"

"Suck for a Buck?" I almost shrieked. "Is that what it sounds like? I may have declared that I intend to suck some cock this weekend, but I ain't fucking doing it for money! And if I were," declared even more defiantly, "it would damned sure be more than a dollar!" I glared at them all, momentarily cowing them. "I may be easy, but I ain't cheap," I finished with a defiant grin. It got the laugh I wanted.

"That's not what we are talking about," Linda scoffed.

Noor dumped out the bag on the table. It was full mostly of teeshirts. I saw one obviously for me that read Bachelorette in black stencil letters. The others all said Bachelorette Party(ers). There was also a wide-tip black marker, several rolls of double-stick Scotch tape, and a huge bag of old-fashioned Lifesavers.

"You wear the Bachelorette shirt," Noor said in her lilting accent. "And we write Suck For A Buck across it below."

"Then we tape LifeSavers all over your front," Paula said gleefully. "And wherever we go, guys have to pay a buck to suck a candy off you!"

I looked at them all.

"We put most of them on your tits," Kerrie added helpfully.

"You've heard of the game too?" Linda asked her.

"No, I can just tell how it is going to go," Kerrie chortled back.

"You are all fucking maniacs," I snapped back. They quieted again, seriously concerned that I was going to be sensible about this madness.

Fat chance.

"Listen. I will do this... under three conditions."

"Name them," Paula said, unwisely.

"First and foremost," I said, holding up a finger. "We are all playing." There was an uproar. I grinned. "Except for Melody," I said quickly before they thought to use her as an excuse.

Jenn had already thought to try that, obviously, and muttered under her breath.

I looked around. They were wavering, so I might be getting out of this madness Scott-free here, I thought. That sorta sucked, because I was not totally opposed to the idea. I just was not doing it not alone.

"No, I'll do it too," Melody said. Another uproar. All the rest of them now knew they had to do it. Now I had to do it. But we were all puzzled... Melody?

"Listen, you guys," she said, holding up her hands for quiet. "No, I told you all, and I told Benjamin. I am not going to actually fuck anyone this weekend. You guys get to have that fun." She paused, then grinned. "But I do intend to get a little wild, at least. Benjamin knows that too. He owes me."

"He owes you?" I asked curiously, suddenly concerned for my friend.

"Yes," she said. She shook her head. "Ever since he ran up $5,000 on our VISA card at a strip joint in Miami, without even getting laid mind you, he has known I'd get mine eventually. Payment is due this weekend," she said, almost completely confidently.

"So we are all on board with Number One," I said before anyone else could object. "Second, no bras, ladies."

"I should not have been cheap on the teeshirt material," Noor muttered.

This demand actually got more guff than the first. There was actual debate. But they all talked themselves into it before too long. I swear Melody would have smacked anyone who actually had backed out.

"And third... We are writing Suck for Two Bucks on our shirts. We may all be a little easy, but ain't none of us are going for cheap!"

It was decided. We were all total idiots.

I can't really imagine why, considering what we were up to, but we all disappeared for some privacy while we changed. But unbelievably, in less than fifteen minutes, we were all back, dressed in teeshirts with no bras, with a variety of pokies presenting themselves already.

For any guys reading this, fifteen minutes for a group of eight women to get ready to go out? That is miraculous.

We traded off with the Sharpie, writing our advertising slogan, then taping little ring candies to each others' tits and bellies. Everybody was covered, but I seemed to be encrusted.

"This is all so fucking stupid!" Jenn suddenly cried, tears in her eyes out of nowhere. We all stared at her in shock. "I mean, why am I going through all this," she almost sobbed. "Who the hell is going to pony up for my candy, with you seven around? This is going to be so humiliating..."

Jenn, admittedly comes in, um, hind tit in the boob race among the eight of us. By a lot. To be clear, she is utterly gorgeous, just slender to this one particular fault. We all descended on her to reassure her. It worked... provisionally.

Linda and I traded a look. We would need to steer guys Jenn's way this evening, while mostly protecting Melody.

As we piled into the elevator, I started reconsidering the second part of that plan. Except for me, who was given no choice, everybody had mostly applied their own LifeSavers. Noor's were mostly not on her tits. Linda's, a bare majority were. Melody, who had placed her own herself, was as encrusted, breastal-speaking, as I was.

Interesting.

We piled out into the Quarter from our hotel, and found ourselves in a city square where we watched a handsome street magician do a show. I was impressed that the crowd mostly all watched him, instead of the eight women in teeshirts with candy taped to their tits. I was more impressed that he did his whole act with us standing there and didn't fuck up a thing.

Patty and Kerrie 'tipped' him extravagantly.

Next thing I knew, we were in our first dive bar of the night. This one was... spider themed. We were a month out from Halloween season, yet apparently is was like this year-round in this bar.

There are dive bars, which I knew, and then there are New Orleans dive bars.

Um.

Our drinks were all served in plastic cups, under the assumption that we would take them to-go and wander legally off down the street. I just felt cops' asses puckering all around the world at that idea.

"Hey! What's with the LifeSavers?" A deep voice rang out in the bar. A tall, bearded guy was asking Melody.

"Uhhh..." she said, as if a deer in the headlights. We all froze, watching. As one, almost all of us started to speak, but Melody over-rode every one of us with her quiet voice. "It's... It's our friend's bachelorette party. We are raising money for her drinks on her honeymoon. Um... you give us two bucks, and get to suck a candy off of her. It's... it's a game."

"But you have candies on your shirt, too," the guy said. It was actually a sexy voice. We all tensed, ready to go to battle.

"Yeah," said Melody. "I do."

The guy almost frantically dove into his wallet, and produced two bucks. He handed them to Melody. "Do I choose?" he asked, looking at her shirt which had eighty percent of its candies on her breasts.

Melody looked at him, taking the cash. "Yes."

Oh fuck...

The guy smiled. Then he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around an orange candy just below where her nipple was. He sucked at it briefly, then pulled away. The candy was gone. He smiled broadly and crunched it.

"Like... Like that," Melody said.

"Fucking delicious," he said, staring into her eyes. Then he looked at me. "Best fucking wishes," he said, and left the bar with a full beer in his cup.

We all looked at each other. Melody grinned like a madwoman, and we joined her. It was on. This was going to be fun.

Other guys had not missed the show. Suddenly, we were surrounded by men. Dollar bills were being waved. In moments, fives joined them. Then, even some twenties. (Who fucking carries tens? Nobody.) There was never any change given, but some guys bought more than a few candies.

In a few minutes, we were escaping the place, out into the fresh air, with several candies gone from all our shirts. We need not have worried about Jenn, who was blushing and missing five candies, all on her left breast, that two guys had bid over. Like I said, Jenn may not have much up top, but she is a beauty.

It was actually an embarrassingly significant amount of cash. We looked at each other.

"We need to hit a better class of bar," Linda announced.

Really?

Apparently, really.

And no one batted an eyelash when we entered a pirate-themed joint on Bourbon Street itself.

Well, guys batted an eyelash. There was a quick-forming line. The place was lit only by candles and cell phone screens. There, in the darkness, the first stranger had the balls to suck the LifeSaver off my left nipple, leaving his mouth there for a deliciously long time. A line of pure fire shot from my nipple straight down to my twat. I loved it. Until then, every guy who had gone in for a suck on me had avoided the nipple candies. They all went for breast candies, of course, but not the outright nipple.

Then he was gone. Fucking gentleman.

We somehow escaped onto the street, laughing hysterically. A quick inventory told us that we already had too much money. We could head back now, and Todd and I would drink well on our honeymoon.

Instead, we hid the cash and applied fresh LifeSavers, then headed into a western-themed bar.

Holy shit, was that a great choice.

Some guy gave Jenn a hundred dollar fucking bill to suck every last candy off her torso. She was... on cloud nine. She also disappeared shortly thereafter for just long enough to set us on Amber Alert. The guy was missing along with her.

Look, we were not stupid or careless. We all were not only sharing our locations with our phones, but had also had a great time hiding an AirTag apiece on our clothing. When we saw Jenn had disappeared, and not alone, we checked her location. She was still in the back of the bar. She was teased mercilessly when she reappeared, blushing.

"I just had a call of nature, guys," she complained.

"Oh, sure," Patty taunted. "We all know what kind of call."

"The kind where I have to pee like a racehorse," Jenn snapped.

"Then why did your shirt-sucker also disappear?" Paula asked pointedly.

"He's gone?" Jenn asked, suddenly looking a little forlorn.

Kerrie, and her great big titties were a hit as well. All my friends were getting attention.

I... I was in high demand. I was the bachelorette, after all.

Two swarthily delicious guys, Arabs I thought, though they might have been Sicilian, waved twenties at me, and I found two guys simultaneously sucking candies off my breasts. Neither went for the ones on my nipples, but I was still quivering in delight.

They both pulled back and smiled at me. "Enjoy the tasting guys?" I asked with a sly smile.

"Actually," the one guy said, pulling out another five, "I think I'd prefer an orange flavored one."

The second guy saw that, and watched his buddy sucking on an orange candy right along the edge of my cleavage. His nose tickled my bare skin. Yes, did I mention that I had cut the crew neck wide open on my teeshirt, leaving me with some serious cleavage? The second guy flipped me a twenty and held up two fingers inquiringly. I just nodded.

Ballsy sonofabitch just bit a candy off my tits, one from each.

Over across the bar, I saw that Paula had completely lost the 'fund-raising' thread of the process. Some guy had her pushed up against a pillar and was sucking on her nipple right through the teeshirt, and there was no candy there...

Noor saved us in that bar, calling out, "Time to go, ladies!"

We collected ourselves and headed out.

We went down Bourbon Street, secreting money and reattaching LifeSavers. We attracted followers who trailed along behind us.

Jenn in particular, after her earlier insecurities, was in her element. She was not swarmed by the most guys, but the number who did want to put their lips on her torso had her feeling... dangerous. Linda and I and Melody all agreed to make sure she didn't do anything... stupider than the rest of us.

We found ourselves in a... bar-themed bar, I guess? It was meticulously decorated to look exactly like a place that... sold booze. The current inhabitants, twigged in part by the entourage that was following us, started moving in on our group. Drinks were bought, of course.

I found myself with that rarest of beasts, a ten-dollar bill being waved in my face. In the blur of the moment, I took it and said, essentially, be my guest.

In a moment, I found a pair of lips affixing themselves to the inner curve of my right breast. A candy popped free and the lips remained in place, doing things that felt nice.

I looked down and saw a balding pate bent over my chest. I smiled. Whoever this guy was, he knew how to do this right. He pulled free at last, and smiled up at me.

It hit me.

"From the plane," I breathed.

He smiled again, and nodded. Jesus, did this guy go from zero to studly with the simple curl of his lips and wrinkle in his eyes.

"I can't believe I ran into you again," he said softly, almost too softly for me to hear over the music.

"And yet, here you are. And now I am too," I said with southern sweetness I do not legitimately possess.

"Actually, I saw you three bars back. I've been among those following along."

"Wait. You haven't said hi to me before now?" I asked, confused.

"You have some delicious friends," he said simply. Well... I couldn't argue with that. "But I have been waiting until you weren't swarmed. You were lovely on the plane. You are excruciatingly hot now," he said.

Really?

He was forty-five, easy. He was balding. He was... he was hung like a horse, I somehow just knew it. The mind will convince you of many things.

This was a fine man. Not what I was expecting, but I wanted something wild, right? I could go fuck this guy right now. I was allowed. It would be fun.

"I'm not going to fuck you, you know," I whispered in his ear.

He jerked back, both shocked at the idea and suddenly distraught over it. "I... I... I didn't mean to..." he stammered. What a sweetie.

"But you did buy five sucks, and you've only had the one so far," I added, winking at him blatantly.

There was that sly smile again. It was sexier even than the sweet one.

He bent down again, and nibbled a green ring off the upper curve of my right breast. His lips again did nice things for a second or two. "Ahem, that's two," I warned teasingly. He pulled back and smiled not-so-apologetically.

With three and four, he was good, mostly. He bent further down so he could tilt his head up to bite candies off the undersides of each boob, but he didn't take any more long liberties with each, drat him.

He had one left. He eyed me, and I realized that the two of us had attracted a small audience, despite all the other activity around me. Linda and Melody and Noor, along with assorted pervs were watching. I wanted to make sure our flying companion's last candy was a really good suck, for him and the audience.

I pointed at a red ring, clinging barely to the side of my stomach, halfway to my waist. "That one for number five," I said assertively.

He looked at it for a moment, not excited. But he shrugged ruefully and started to lean in again.

"Oh wait," I said, stopping him. "It fell off," I said, plucking it free myself. "Let me just reset it." With that, I hunched my shoulders forward, pressing my tits together, and placed the candy right in the press of my bare cleavage. It stuck there easily with the slight sheen of perspiration everyone has on Bourbon Street on a warm, pleasant, party evening.

Now he showed me a wolfish smile. Was I really not going to fuck this guy?

He bent in and just buried his face in-between my tits. His tongue leapt out and delved into the press, chasing the candy, which he had shoved deeper in his eagerness. I just wiggled my chest and motor-boated him thoroughly.

As his tongue finally corralled the sweet, I slid one hand up the front of his trousers and cupped his bulge briefly. He was not hung as hugely as I had fantasized, but this old guy was still packing nicely. It was a shame I was going to have to blue-ball him. And I was definitely going to blue-ball him, I realized with an internal apology. I was not ready to start getting up close and personal, the game was too fun for now.

I settled for giving that bulge a comprehensive grope before I stepped back. "It was a pleasure flying with you," I said softly.

"All mine," he replied, and was suddenly lost in the press of the crowd, and of guys stepping up for a turn. Linda and Noor just stared at me with amazed looks, even though Linda had a guy getting his two bucks worth at the moment.

Melody just looked at my altered tee, and turned to the bartender. After a moment, she turned back with a pair of bar scissors.

"Careful, Mel," Linda said. "We are a long way from the hotel."

"Five thousand dollar strip club bill," she said firmly. "We are still making the payments." With that, she cut the neckline of her shirt downward in three big snips, making a single straight cut. When she turned back from returning the scissors, she had a ragged gap right down between her tits. It opened wide, then almost closed with each excited breath she took.

None of my other friends had the balls to join us in the cleavage club, and amazingly, as we headed out and to the next bar, it did not seem to make much difference in our relative candy popularity.

The next bar had an all-female staff, and they were dressed outright scantily. Like, underwear scanty. We didn't stay long there. We realized quickly that we were cutting into their tips, and that was not something we wanted to do. At other bars, bartenders were making bank just on the tips from making change.

We pulled into a clot out in the street between bars and shared a laugh while we re-applied fresh tape and candies.

"I can't believe that I am doing this," Noor groaned. Her large, dark nipples tenting her teeshirt and even showing through slightly with the sweat, said otherwise. "I must have had a dozen men suck my tits tonight."

"More than that, Noor," Linda said, "for all of us, I think."

Noor's lovely, dusky complexion darkened further. "Are we about done?" she asked suddenly, and we all looked at each other. We had been at this for a while, had drunk a lot, and collected an obscene amount of cash for what was supposed to be a cocktail or two's worth and some laughs. It had been a good evening.

"Well, I still have three rolls of LifeSavers left in my purse," said Linda, holding them up.

The spell was broken. We certainly couldn't head back now, not with candies left! Even our dear (comparatively) conservative Noor shrugged, accepting that unassailable logic.

The next bar that caught our eye was a real hole-in-the-wall type place, whose door was on a side street off the main drag. Jenn saw it first, and called out, "Dive bar!"

We all grinned and swept down the street and through the door.

Yep, Nola dive bar. Bare wood, stained with beer. Badly lit. Plastic cups only, so you could take them with you, and so that no one got cut by glass when a fight broke out. Beat up furniture. Just our kind of place for this evening.

Except...

The music wasn't so loud as we had gotten used to.

Oh, and there wasn't a guy in the place. We did have a lot of women, of various ages and appearances, looking at us appraisingly. We, um, stood out in this crowd. We were a novel thing.

We traded furtive glances, frozen in place at the door. We didn't quite know what to do. This was not our target market, or the vibe we were looking for, but we didn't want to look like a bunch of nards either, which we would have, if we had immediately fled. Our feet still itched. Mine sure did.

"Oh wow, a bachelorette party!" someone called out. "Awesome!"

"Congratulations," a pretty brunette said, getting off her seat to approach us. "Which two of you are getting married?"

"I... uh, I am the bride," I said, my voice firming. "But, um, my man is in Las Vegas tonight."

"Right on," someone said, and there were a few cheers.

"Hey, Marla," a clear voice called out over the crowd. It came from a really hot-looking older woman, who had a tiny, very young, asian girl under her arm. "A round of shots for the bride and her pussy posse!"

Marla the bartender looked at us for a moment. "Tequila?" she asked.

"Oh, yes please," Noor said desperately. I doubt she had seen this many lesbians being lesbian in one place in her life. I was not actually sure that I ever had either.

Marla set up eight shot glasses and poured from a surprisingly high-end bottle. She refilled a bunch of other glasses at the same time. We took our shots and raised them.

"To a long and happy life," the bartender called out with a warm smile in my direction, and slammed back a double of her own. The whole bar drank.

"Not a choice I'd make," a girl muttered in a loud stage whisper.

"Oh hush, Savannah," a girl near her said. "I know you like some dick."

"Not a steady diet," Savannah snapped back.

I had to smile. Honestly, it was a very welcoming environment. But I could tell we all wanted to get back to our fun soon.

"So, what's with the shirts gag?" A short, stacked, multi-tattooed blonde asked, leaning against the bar while waiting for another beer.

"Suck for a Buck... Two Bucks, actually," Linda explained. Amused ears listened all around. Crazily, the weirdest thing about being in this bar was the way the music was so low, you could hear people who weren't shouting. "We are raising drinking money for Amy's honeymoon. Guys give one of us two bucks, and they get to suck a candy off that girl's shirt."

That got a laugh.

One of the butchier-looking women in the crowd asked, "Seriously? You are spending your night out objectifying yourselves like that?" A few women around her kind of wrinkled their noses at her.

I looked straight at her and said levelly, "It's a fucking blast."

She snorted with good natured disapproval and turned away.

"Does it have to be a guy?" a leggy dishpan blonde asked, stepping forward.

I admit, I kind of froze. Um, I mean...

Kerrie saved me. "I don't see a reason it does," she said, with a challenging expression. She heaved a deep breath. Kerrie heaving deep breaths is something of a sight.

The blonde grinned and whipped out the twin singles she already held from behind her back. "Who chooses which one?" she asked archly.

Kerrie, now fully trapped in the game, shook her head. "Buyer's choice," she shrugged.

The blonde pressed the cash into Kerrie's hand and gave a good, long, appraising look at her chest, before bending over and lavishing a long, visible lick on a green candy attached to Kerr's left nipple. Kerry shuddered gently, and the woman opened her mouth, clamped it over the candy and slowly sucked it clear.

Holy shit.

At last she straightened slowly, and audibly crunched Kerrie's candy. Then she giggled and put her hand over her mouth. "Oh my god, I actually had forgotten that LifeSavers taste pretty good!"

The tension broke everywhere. And suddenly we were surrounded by women brandishing singles and fives. We all looked at each other. Linda stepped up next, and a younger-looking pair of brunette women gave her a five, then kissed each other before leaning over simultaneously and sucking candies off the outer edges of Linda's breasts. The two women grinned at each other, showing the candies in between their lips, then they faded back to trade flavors...

Noor just couldn't do it, shaking her head nervously at a few offers. Poor thing, I was about to get worried, but the easy way her refusals were accepted set her visibly at ease. One woman who offered a five to her just smiled when Noor spastically shook her head, then she gave my friend's shoulder a squeeze. "You do you, girl. That's what we are all here for."

It wasn't a frenzy, but we did good business. We all seemed to react differently to the experience. Patty was so into it, I began to wonder a few things about my buddy. The crowd sensed it too, and most of the money was waved her way.

Well, I was popular too. I am hot, and I was the bride, after all.

You would think it would not make a difference, man or woman, right? A mouth is a mouth. At least, I tried to tell myself that the first time I took offered cash and trembled.

Oh, no they are not the same, I realized, as the black girl bent and suckled a green one from the edge of my cleavage. The other women who bought a suck further proved it. Women's mouths are different. Sometimes they were less assertive than men's, sometimes even more. But always different. And nice, in their own way.

It was fun. And scandalous. But with the possible exception of Patty, we all soon realized we wanted to move on, back to Where the Boys Are. "All right girls! Time's up," Linda told us, as if we had a set time limit per bar. "We must move on."

"Thank you all," I said in a slightly raised voice.

"Wait!" Noor shouted. She heaved a breath as we all looked at her in surprise. "Just one," she said firmly.

There were actual collisions here and there as women stepped forward. I had to laugh. Noor is good-looking, but... The appeal of forbidden fruit.

Noor's eyes widened and she stepped back against the bar, overwhelmed. Most of the women eased back, but money was still being clenched in hands.

"Hey, wait..." Jenn started to say protectively, but Noor interrupted her.

She turned to the bartender. "I just want one," she said in a small voice. "You choose," she entreated.

Marla snorted, grinned wickedly at the crowd, then pointed at the woman who had bought us the initial round of shots. "Dana," she said.

Dana's little asian companion poked her in the ribs, but Dana just stepped elegantly forward. She pressed a regulation two dollars into Noor's hands, smiled reassuringly, and gently bent forward. Then she clamped her lips down over a nipple and sucked and slurped like a madwoman.

Noor yelped in surprise, but hung in there. "Oh! I...! Um..." she squeaked, then suddenly slumped a tiny bit. "Oh shit," she almost growled in a voice two octaves lower.

Dana rose and smiled at her. "Thanks!"

"Thank you all!" I called again. We started moving toward the door.

"Hey!" Marla called out behind us. "Amy! Don't I even get a tip?"

I instantly flushed in embarrassment. I would never stiff someone. Ever. As I turned hurriedly back, I got confused. We had not actually bought any drinks for ourselves. And I had seen Linda drop a twenty and some ones for the bartender anyway.

Oh...

I met Marla's grinning blue eyes. Fuck it. If I was going to get my tits sucked in a lesbian bar, I might was well make a show of it...

"You were a great bartender, Marla," I said. I shot a quick look at my friends, who were showing that, 'Amy's about to do something outrageous, but what is it?' look. I turned, braced my knee on a barstool and hopped up onto the bar. I started to shove some glasses out of the way, and Marla eagerly cleared space around me. I twisted and lay on my back on the bar top, breasts pointing up, covered in candies. I tugged three off from the usually neglected flank and tucked them one at a time into the space between my tits. The were wolf-whistles through out the now even more quiet room.

"Now that is a fucking tip," Marla laughed, and buried her face down between my tits. The softness of her cheeks against my skin was a novelty. Even an utterly clean-shaven male still has a toughness... a roughness to their cheeks. Not here. Marla's face was so smooth. It felt sexy and fun and... nice. Her tongue rooted around for the candy and I shrugged, grabbing her head and pressing it downward. I rocked my shoulders, giving her a good motorboating for show.

She had a nice tongue. A very nice one.

Not as nice as my middle-aged dude's from earlier, but nice.

Not Todd's by any stretch of the imagination.

I felt Marla crunch the third candy, and she straightened up with a showy gasp. There were cheers. I was helped off the bar by Kerrie and Jenn, and we made our escape.

"Oh my God, I cannot believe that I did that!" Noor said in her lovely foreign accent with always impeccable diction.

"Oh yes you did," Patty said, with a speculative smile on her face. I was definitely going to corner my buddy sometime soon. Before the wedding. And I would ask some questions. Patty had definitely had the most fun in there, and she betrayed no signs of some kind of new awakening...

"What made you do it, Noor?" Kerrie asked, probably still wondering what, beyond alcohol, had made any of us do it.

"I do not know," she replied slowly. "I think I just realized that this would be my one chance to do such a thing, and suddenly decided to take it."

"You could have done more, you know," Patty pressed. "That woman, even with her little girl-toy hottie right there, would have done you in an instant if you'd been down."

"Oh, I don't think so," Noor deflected, skin darkening once more on her face. "And besides, half the women in that bar only wanted Amy," she said, in an alarming effort at deflection.

Everybody laughed at me, except Patty. "Oh, Noor," she said, rubbing her shoulder consolingly, "I hate to tell you this, but the only one of us that every woman in that bar wanted to fuck was you, you little tease."

Noor's eyes went wide. Then she straightened and lifted her chin regally. "Well that is too bad for them then! I am far too busy with cocks to open up a second front in my life, thank you!"

If possible, we all shrieked louder at that than at any other shocker that had happened. It is not that Noor is not as horny as any of us, she certainly is. But she is super concerned about open propriety. That was raunchiest thing she had ever said to us, and I once had dragged a blow by blow description out of her about the minor Bollywood star she had nailed two years ago. A charmingly euphemistic blow by blow, but a blow by blow nonetheless. There had been lots of blows in that meeting...

Noor had just said 'cocks'! Out loud. In public.

Just then, Patty squealed and pointed across the main drag. I recognized the name of one of the fancy, overpriced 'craft' bars she was always yammering about when we first settled on New Orleans.

"Oh come on, Patty," Kerrie moaned.

"Please," Patty wheedled, looking at me, then Linda, then me again. "One drink. I'm buying!"

Oh, well if she was going to be reasonable about it...

We trooped happily over to the place. The sign at the entrance probably cost more than all the furniture in the lesbo bar we had just escaped.

The bouncer stared at us in increasing alarm as we bore down on him. He looked like he was probably an ex-Tulane football player establishing a career in the field he was most qualified for: Being extremely large.

He raised his hands out forbiddingly as we surrounded him.

"Hi there!" Patty chirped, taking the lead. "I know there is a lot of us, but we really want to just have one cocktail. My friend here," she said, pointing at me, "is getting married!"

I backed her play by sticking out my chest and smiling.

"Ladies, I'm sorry," the guy, who had to be our age at most, said in a reluctant tone. "I can't let you in here. We... we have a strict, uh, dress code," he finished in a strangled whisper.

"Of course," Patty wheedled on. "But we all know dress codes are kind of a judgement thing at heart, right? You look like you have excellent judgement," she added, letting her hand drag down his muscular arm.

Poor guy was in anguish. His eyes wanted to ogle all of us at once, but outright drooling over us would have severely undermined the authority of his refusal. "No tee shirts, no cut or torn garments, no shorts... that short," he babbled, desperately reciting rules his under-siege brain was screaming were bullshit.

Now, most of us did not give a shit about drinking in this joint. But not one of us were used to being turned away by doormen! Quite the opposite. He was now... a challenge.

Sixteen tits thrust his way, and eight toothy smiles turned up to eleven.

"Oh, come on and help me out," Linda cooed at him encouragingly. "What kind of maid of honor am I, if I can't get my bachelorette into one of her biggest bucket list bars?" She waved at me.

No way I could lie about this bar being important to me, so I just smiled even more brightly and tugged at my cleavage formed by my impermissibly cut, impermissible anyway, teeshirt.

"Guys, please," he begged us. "Seriously. I wouldn't just get fired for letting you in. My boss would make the next batch of the sausage balls out of my guts!"

I could not believe it. None of us could, as we saw his spine visibly stiffen and his jaw set in resolve.

We, all of us, had been stonewalled... by a doorman! It was an affront.

I mean, we could still have gotten past him. One of us could have blown him while the rest waltzed right in. But that is not how the game is played.

Besides, Patty was the only one of us sufficiently motivated to go for it at the moment, and then we'd be inside and she'd be outside, drinking a different cocktail than she had wanted in the first place.

Plus, he really would have been fired, and none of us would do that to the guy.

But Patty was pissed at him, though her smile of anger suddenly morphed into a smile of evil. "Well, I think we have to respect a guy who is so dedicated," she said softly. "We'll go elsewhere to drink and play Suck for Two Bucks... have you ever heard of it?"

I knew he had read it on our shirts, and the non-terrorized portion of his brain had wondered. He swallowed and shook his head.

"It's a bridal party game," Patty said brightly. "Guys give one of us two bucks, like Amy the bride there," she said, waving toward me. I backed her game with more waving boobage. "Then he gets to suck a candy off her shirt!"

"You should try it," Melody said softly.

Patty quietly shoved two dollars into the bouncer's hand, and everybody stepped back, away from me. I just stayed right in front of him.

He made an abortive attempt to lean forward and I stopped him. "Tut tut! Two dollars?"

He handed me the money just given to him and bent again. He was really tall (as well as wide), bigger even than my and Todd's good buddy Hassan, and he had to bend way over. By the time he bent over far enough to reach my tits, I had to put his hands on my hips for balance.

He looked me in the eyes wildly, and I just said, "Take your pick."

He took a deep breath and delicately, surprisingly delicately for such a behemoth, sucked the green one right off my nipple. Jesus, that nip got so hard, so fast, when he mouthed the candy free of it. I treated his hands on my hips to a slow, seductive shimmy.

It finally occurred to him that his lips were still on my tit, and he jerked upright, his hands yanking off my hips like they were a hot stove. "Uh... great game," he mumbled.

"Bye," I said, giving him a wink before I turned and made sure to bounce my ass at him.

"Too bad you couldn't walk us in," Patty said over her shoulder. "You could have demonstrated the game for everybody with each of us. Ta ta!"

And we all swept away from the most frustrated dude in Nola. My nipples were still hard as rocks. Maybe I would have agreed to blow him, had we wanted to make the play.

Probably not.

I wondered, given my still strong commitment to getting fully wild, why I kept passing on opportunities... especially my bald, fellow First Class passenger.

I realized that with that guy, I was more attracted to him because of personality than anything purely physical. The last thing I was looking for now was a connection, except between body parts.

So why not our poor bouncer? He was just what I wanted, a slab of gorgeous meat whose name I didn't even know.

Eh. I just wasn't feeling it. I was not up to sucking cock in public under any circumstances anyway, I decided. Probably. It was not like I was feeling shy that evening...

What I was definitely interested in was getting to the next bar and getting my aching nipples sucked some more.

In fact, I was feeling distinctly... escalatory at this point.

We soon found a bar that made us all happy. Another off-street dive, this one had an, ahem, co-ed crowd, and wasn't even full. And there was dancing.

The eight of us grabbed wines in the inevitable plastic cups and took over the middle of the floor, laughing and shimmying our asses among the other patrons.

Inevitably, several dudes joined us to try their luck as the songs progressed, but we sent them all packing. Picking up guys in a bar was not the plan, after all.

Then one of them, a decent-looking blonde dude with a sweet smile, made an offer to Linda, who told him no, 'because we are all together,'

"That's cool. What's with the tee shirts though?"

"Oh those," Linda said dismissively over the music. "That's our game tonight. If you give me two bucks, you can suck one of these LifeSavers off my shirt."

He just looked at her. She just grinned at him.

He scrabbled for his wallet. Pulling out two singles, he showed them to her. "Are you serious?" he asked her.

Linda just took the bills from his nearly nerveless hand and stood tall.

He kept his eyes on hers all the way down as he bent, until the last moment, when he looked down to target a candy definitely on her tit, but cautiously clear of her nipplage area. He rested his hands lightly on her hips as he cautiously lipped the candy free, brushing her shirt with his lips as lightly as he could manage.

Touching us was not supposed to be part of the game, but I could see it here, and besides, the whole neighborhood, including us, were getting pretty drunk by now.

"Is this a real game?" the brave guy asked with a smile.

"Sure, all of us are playing," Linda smiled. "And if you go again, remember you don't have to be quite that careful about sucking it off."

The guy looked around, then reached out and grabbed his friend who had his back turned, still trying to chat up Jenn. "Dude!" he yelled. "Give her two bucks."

"Why?"

"Because this," the first dude said handing more ones to Linda. Then he leaned in and did a proper job sucking a candy off the middle of Linda's breast.

The second dude just stared, then looked at Jenn. She just smiled and indicated her shirt.

He almost pantsed himself getting out his wallet, and in a flash was sucking, suckling really, on Jenn's nipple through her shirt. Jenn honestly was the least in demand of all of us in the game that evening, but those she was popular with were really, really into her.

Blonde dude was desperately beckoning to some other friends who had been too shy to try their luck with us before, to come out on the dance floor.

Soon we were mingling with a lot of guys, and we all sort of decided to keep dancing when someone wanted to play. They had to match our gyrations if they wanted to get their lips where they wanted them.

The new rule was one try per. If your lips landed on my rib cage, that was the candy you got.

Inevitably, jostling happened, especially around Kerrie and her boobs. Next thing you know, I caught a big splash of bourbon on my front.

Original blondie, whose bourbon it was, turned to apologize and his eyes widened in commendable apology and flattering fascination. My left breast was soaked, and the fabric displayed my dark, round nipple pressing against the fabric clearly. The LifeSavers on the target had long been removed.

He had already contributed a bunch personally to my coffers, and had been a relentless promoter for us. I decided that a little mistake could be forgiven... sort of.

"Oh man!" I wailed.

"I'm really sorry!" He wailed back.

"Well, don't just stand there, Clumsy," I snapped. "Suck it off before it dries all sticky!"

Plus, he was more than a little cute, now that I really looked at him. I winked at him.

In a flash, I had his mouth clamped down on my tit, sucking bourbon from the fabric.

I just caressed his ears and kept dancing as I guided his head around my front.

As a method for removing liquid moisture from thin cotton, it was remarkably ineffective. But I thought it was awesome. At least, he got to drink a little of what he had spilled.

I did spin away from him before he could fully monopolize me, though that idea was sounding better and better.

"Whoa, Amy!" Jenn said, looking at my still quite transparent shirt. I just shrugged.

My shirt had legitimately half dried when I realized that the only candies I had left on my shirt were not in very tempting locations. We were all running low.

"Linda! Do we have another roll? I'm mostly out," I yelled over the music.

She hauled out our last roll, eyeing my shirt. I was not caring at this point. But it might have been reducing our candy sales, as guys just scoped me, rather than ponying up.

I wandered toward the bar with Linda and Melody. We were all three thirsty. I tried to apply some more LifeSavers, but was frustrated by them all falling right off in my hands. My tape was shot.

"I need some new tape," I grumbled. "Linda, who has the tape?"

"Melody, you have it, right?" Linda asked, turning around.

"Patty used the last of it after some guy bought twenty sucks," Melody said.

Linda slugged back her drink and sighed, "Looks like maybe bedtime then. Big night tomorrow!"

"Hush your mouth," I snorted. "Look you guys, we have spent all night demanding and receiving worship from every guy we encountered."

"And a lot of chicks, too," Melody added.

"Yeah. And I'm not ready to be done quite yet. We still have candies." I turned to the bartender. "Do you have tape?"

"Masking tape, sorry," he said, real regret in his voice.

I swore quietly. Then I had a terrible, wonderful idea. I leaned way over the bar and beckoned the bartender. He approached and I whispered in his ear.

"Fuuuuck," he said. "Yeah, I can make the happen."

I turned back to my buddies. "Tell everybody that the Bachelorette herself is now Suck for Twenty Bucks!"

"You might get a few, Amy," Linda said dubiously.

"Yeah?" I said, pulling my teeshirt right off over my head. "But now it includes a cognac body shot as well as a candy." Then I popped up onto the bar, looked over the room, shook my tits, and woohooed!

Linda shook her head, and caught my eye to evaluate my level of sobriety... or rather my level of drunkenness. And she gave me some rope.

"Hey girls," she called getting my buddies' attention, a lot of other people's too. "The Bride is now Suck and a Body Shot for Twenty Bucks!"

I saw all my buddies rush toward me, both to run interference, and to watch me embarrass myself.

"I'm thirsty. I'll go first," chirped Melody.

I looked at her.

She whispered to me, "I really could use a shot. This'll show the guys what they are getting. And it will drive Patty absolutely nuts."

We shared a grin. It hadn't just been me who was noticing.

"First customer, Juan," I said. I laid down on the bar top and flipped the first candy out of the roll. I licked it, and stuck it atop my bare, erect nipple. I sucked in my stomach, and Juan sluiced a generous pour of Courvoisier into my navel.

Melody handed him a twenty and he put it in a fresh jar. My married buddy leaned over me, sucked the candy extravagantly off my boob, then sucked my navel dry.

She stood back up, threw her hands in the air, and screamed in triumph.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Patty yelled. Now if she tried it herself, she'd just be copying Melody. Melody and I shared a conspiratorial look.

"That's good Cognac," some guy who thought he was clever said, and stepped up eagerly. Juan extended his hand and he paid up. I popped another candied ring on my tit, and Juan poured.

This was going to be fun.

Linda and Melody flanked me as bodyguards. I appreciated that. I was a little, um, exposed here. Patty and Kerrie stood close as well.

After about three more profitable bodyshots, A guy leaned over to Melody and said, "I'm the Designated Driver. I want the suck without the shot. Think maybe you could help with that?" He held up a ten.

Melody just looked at him coolly, then pulled a candy off her shirt, licked it, then smoothly pulled up her shirt to expose an almost unreasonably cute nipple. She stuck the wet LifeSaver to her nipple and took the ten. The guy leaned over and gently, softly, but very slowly sucked the candy off her tit. He even let his hand cup the breast, giving it a gentle rolling squeeze from below. He stood back up and smiled. "Thank you for supporting safety on our roads," he said solemnly.

Well, that changed things up. The crowd around me got even thicker, and suddenly Melody, Linda, Patty, and Kerrie were all selling ten dollar bare sucks. And now all five of us were getting felt up, just a little, with each round.

Jenn, Paula, and Noor hastily retreated to a booth to watch, and avoid invitations of their own. I occasionally saw them through the crowd, giggling uncontrollably.

Regardless of whatever female predilections Patty may have been previously hiding, she was way into this whole phase of operations. Unlike the other three, Patty was pulling her shirt up to expose both nipples each time. And guys were being invited to give both her tits a little feel. Maybe I had been imagining the lez-curious dynamic.

Then the very next person to step up over me as I lay on the bar was... Patty! She was going to copycat anyway?

"Juan," she said, holding up two twenties. "Want to do shots with me?" Ah, she had figured out her angle...

He looked down at me, I looked at him and approved. Patty, I was less sure about, but here we were. What's a little being a naked serving dish between friends?

I popped out two more candies from my diminishing roll, and stuck them to both my nipples. Juan poured the first shot in my navel. Then he and Patty leaned down simultaneously and mouthed the candies. Patty held his eyes and sucked hard on my nipple, pulling up slightly to tug it upward, stretching out my breast. Juan followed her lead and I gasped in near shock. This was so fucking hot all of a sudden. They both released my nipples with a loud pop, and before he could do anything, Patty leaned forward and kissed him, quickly but comprehensively. Then she bent again and sucked softly at the Cognac in my navel. She straightened up and gestured grandly. Juan poured an extravagant amount for himself. Had I relaxed my stomach at all, much of it would have spilt over my sides. But I somehow controlled my fluttering abdominals, and he bent to suck me dry. His tongue swirled eagerly around in my navel.

Oh shit, I was beginning to consider designs on Juan when I ran out of candies. Especially since he had been the first guy to be a gentleman in a while and not grope me while getting his suck on. Patty had fondled me pretty eagerly...

And I was going to run out of candies soon.

When there were three left, who should appear at the bar than Blondie again. I had thought he had gone. Maybe he had heard and returned. Patty and Kerrie were out. Kerrie had given her last few LifeSavers to Melody, who along with Linda were still guarding me and taking a few last offers.

"I'll have a double," Blondie said, smiling blandly down at me. I found myself smiling back eagerly. Too bad, Juan.

I thumbed out two candies and let the wrapper with the last one fall behind the bar. "All out after this," I said to Juan, but especially to Blondie. He and I traded a private grin. "Make it count," I told him sternly. I licked both candies and stuck them firmly to my pointy little nipples.

Blondie handed over two twenties and bent over me. His hands came up and pressed gently against the outside of both tits, thrusting the nipples higher. He gently licked first one, then the other without dislodging either. He clasped his lips so damned gently around the far nipple and twiddled the candy around in his mouth, its tumbling hardness bumping into my nipple occasionally, sending a few quality gasps from my lips.

He rose slightly, and I heard him crunch the first one.

Then he bent straight back down, even his restraint reaching its limits. I rolled my torso as he sucked the candy swiftly free and just outright nursed on me, his hands outright groping both tits.

"Shot time," said Melody sternly, from beside my head. He looked up at her with a mischievous grin. Juan poured the first shot. Goldie looked down at my navel, making me wait with my stomach held in, the delicious asshole. As he bent, he left the one hand still on my tit, but slid the other down to the bare skin of my thigh just below my shorts. As he began to noisily slurp the shot off me, his hand on my leg slid up the inside of my thigh, moving over my shorts.

I felt Linda's hand gently rest atop his, and slowly lift it back down onto my bare skin. She did not take his hand off my leg, she just moved it to where I could probably maintain control. He left both hands where they now were, and nodded for his second shot. Juan jealously poured him a second one. Full points, Juan didn't stint on portions.

Both Blondie's hands slid free of my body on their own, and I saw him fold them behind his back, while he sucked the second shot very slowly out of my belly. I flexed my stomach up toward him and he had to guzzle quick to keep the last bit from spilling. He looked up at me as he rose, glaring at my dirty pool. I grinned back and started to sit up. "And with that, I am out of..."

"Wait," Blondie said swiftly, holding up a hand but not quite pushing me back down on the bar top. I lay back anyway. "Before you get up, I need to buy you a drink. What do you think, bartender? A MIM Margarita?"

"What's that?" I asked, intrigued. And also thirsty.

"Mix in your mouth," Juan said with a grin of his own, suddenly brandishing a bottle of tequila in one hand and a bottle of sour mix in the other. "Open wide," he added. "Half or full shot?" he added, much more quietly.

"Full," I said firmly. His gaze told me that was a lot. My gaze told him to get on with it. And I opened wide.

Juan upended both bottles over my mouth, and powerful goodness filled it. I swallowed instantly to make a little more room, and as soon as Juan pulled the bottles away, I closed my mouth and swallowed fully.

"Wow," said Juan.

"Yeah," Goldie echoed. "You can really swallow." He sounded actually impressed, not making a double-entendre. So I did it for him. "I most certainly can," I said, then sat up decisively. "Shirt please," I said, and Linda held mine out. She pulled a few reserve candies from it for herself and Melody as she handed it over. I tugged it back on and hopped off the bar.

I pressed up against Goldie and quietly asked. "Want to see how well I really swallow?"

He gulped. I did not wait for an answer, just taking his hand and pulling him toward the back of the bar.

I glanced reassuringly at Linda and Melody. They let me go, bless them.

The next thing Goldie knew, I was shoving him in through the door to a single-occupant rest room. It wasn't even disgusting in there. Miracles happen.

During my time on the bar top, as my pussy throbbed and throbbed with desire and arousal, I had resolved that I was not going to come tonight myself, even by my own hand. That was reserved for as much as I could get the next night. But this night I was damned if I was not going to suck one cock, and drink and possibly feel some cum spray my body. That would be my nightcap. Blondie won the lottery, since First Class guy had disappeared.

Locking the door, I tugged my shirt back off and put down the full lid on the potty, sitting on it regally. "Drop your pants," I commanded. I don't think he had been ready for that, at least as an order.

"Drop your pants," I ordered again. "If your dick is nice enough, I'm going to show you how I swallow."

Goldie dropped his pants compliantly.

It was certainly nice enough. Not Todd's masterpiece, but it was a respectable length, probably six full, and had the most intriguing curve to it. If I were to fuck him, which I was not going to do, it would have probably hit all the right spots inside me.

"That will do nicely," I said. "Come hither."

He shuffled before me, pants falling the rest of the way to his ankles. I reached out and grasped his cock softly, but with what guys usually viewed as authority. I gave him a big, slobbery lick or two, then pointed it at my chest and pressed it into my flesh, bumping it deliciously back and forth over my nipples. Goldie groaned massively.

"You like my tits, don't you?" I asked.

"Oh God, yes."

"I'll bet you'd like to come on them."

"Please!" he moaned.

"Too bad," I said sadly, still rubbing his dick over my boobs. "You will have to settle for coming in my mouth. Is that okay, or are you just going to take your toy and go home?" I asked at seeing his initially crestfallen expression.

He merely nodded eagerly, and gasped, "Please, God, yes. I'm quite happy with that!"

He was going to be a damned sight more than just 'quite happy'...

I bent and wrapped my lips around his silky hardness, sucking from the start as I drew him into my mouth. I grabbed a hand and placed it on my breast as I worked my tongue around his cock. He had nice long arms that made it so he didn't have to lean too far over.

This guy was just instinctively handsy with tits, but just as instinctively gentle, so the balance was awesome.

I wanted this dick between my legs. I thought about that as I lavished it with care and stimulation. I could stand up and bend over that seat, produce one of the condoms I had in my clutch and just have him fuck me silly. My pussy throbbed at the thought.

I just sucked harder, bobbing faster on this spiffy phallus. My fingers cradled his balls and teased at his ass. Getting fucked had been a distinct possibility when the evening began. But getting fucked was specifically not the plan that had flowered in my brain as this evening had progressed.

Tonight was about making men weep with desire. Make them view me as an unattainable goal. Soon, that is what I would be in all ways. Tonight I got to really revel in the power of it all, giving them just enough to gnash their teeth. And keep the rest just out of reach.

Even Goldie here, getting pretty damn near my best effort in cocksucking, desperately wanted more. He probably still hoped he could fuck my tits. He definitely was thinking about fucking my pussy.

He would Hope. In. Vain.

But he was still going to come, and thoroughly. And sooner than he probably wanted, now that I cruelly thought about it. I was sure he wanted to luxuriate in what I was doing to him. So I jacked him furiously, slobbering as hard as I could to make his shaft deliriously slick. My tongue lashed him. I sucked at him. I reached to grasp his hand, crushing it into my breast.

"Oh shit, oh shit," Goldie sobbed. "This is too much. You're amazing. But I'm gonna cum already," he protested.

Eeeeeexcellent.

I refused to let up, lifting my face just barely long enough to croon, "Come for me baby, fill my mouth and let me show you how I swallow."

I barely had my mouth back around him before he gave me quite a challenge in the swallowing department. I had to pull almost all the way off his dick to make enough room in my mouth to be able to swallow it before it could seep out the sides of my still eagerly bobbing mouth.

But I kept in every drop.

"Augh!" Goldie gasped, stumbling away to lean on the sink, his literally delicious member sagging already.

I rose and stood beside him, and opened my mouth to show I'd made it all go away, and none was on my lips. His eyes were wild, and despite his just finished release, I could see he still wanted me.

"I will think of you on my wedding night," I lied, and slipped on my shirt. I then blew him a kiss and slipped out, to rejoin my friends in their booth so we could get out of there.

But I ended up in that booth for fifteen more awkward minutes, waiting while Linda and Kerrie finished up with the guys they had dragged off for various acts of debauchery themselves.

I considered getting a drink, but then found out that Juan had gotten over his disappointment about me rapidly, since it was he that Kerrie had dragged away to another restroom. Hie relief bartender was not nearly handsome enough to go flirt with. I didn't really need the drink.

I worried that someone might have burst a bladder while the three of us were repurposing the bathrooms as sex huts, all at the same time.

When Kerrie finally returned, apparently fucked out of her mind, we headed for the exit.

"Wait!" Juan called out, chasing after us. He had half the cash from the jar we set up at the end. It was a shitload.

"Thank you, Juan!" I said. I meant it. He could probably have kept it all and we'd have never noticed, as much other cash as we had accumulated. "That deserves an extra tip," I said, and laid a huge one on his lips holding him against me firmly, pressing my tits against him.

When I broke free, Linda tipped him too. Then Patty. All of us tipped him. Paula actually groped his bulge quite openly while she kissed him. Kerrie looked like she was about to climb back aboard his cock right there, but he gasped that he still had two and a half hours on his shift, and he really needed this job. She pouted prettily, but let him go.

"You had fun, I see," I told her drily as we walked down the still half-busy street.

"You chose poorly between him and Blonde Boy, I'm betting," Kerrie said. "That was an E-Ticket ride my friend."

Linda looked smug about whomever she had gone off with, but just asked me, "And how was Mr. Blonde?"

"He tasted awesome," I said mildly.

"And the rest of him?"

"That's it, just the blowjob," I said mildly. That got me some looks that were dubious in various ways.

As we weaved the final few blocks back, I whispered in Linda's ear, "Who'd you find to go abandon us for?"

She looked slyly back at me. "First Class Guy," she giggled. I stared at her open mouthed. "And he was definitely First Class..."