1. Naughty Little Tryst


    Date: 12/12/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: Jinxy, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    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 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 ...
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