Bar Tricks by N Kuhn Read Free Book Online

behind me.
    “He’s ok Larry. That’s my boyfriend. No worries. I’ll let you know when I need you.”
    Her voice soothes him and he turns to me. Pointing a pudgy finger in my face, he stares down at me.
    “First, last and only warning. No touching. Boyfriend or not. Then the other losers get ideas that they can touch too.”
    As he stalks away, the girls resume dancing and our waitress returns with our beers. Grabbing the bottle, I slam it in a few gulps. Looking at Peter, waiting while he digs for his money, I put the bottle back on her tray.
    “We’ll take two more and two shots of Patron.”
    Dropping a twenty on her tray, she smiles at me and heads back to the bar.
     
    As I sit down, I look up, watching as the woman who used to be my life grinds on her best friend. I rub the growing bump on the back of my head and wince. It hurts like a bitch. Marcy shakes her ass as she slowly peels down the skirt Beth is wearing, revealing a G-string underneath. Her pert little ass is still amazing. My mouth salivates at the memories of licking her body, tasting her everywhere, just like Marcy is now. She licks her way back up Beth’s body while reaching up to tug at the bikini strings. The few men in the place are fixated on the two of them. Beth weaves her fingers into Marcy’s short hair which she has dyed purple. She’s always been the odd one. It’s still hot. The two girls are practically fucking on stage. Marcy presses a finger onto Beth’s clit and I watch in agony as her head rolls back in pleasure. Whether fake or real, it’s still hot. My dick is so hard I feel like I’m going to burst. Beth moves away as Marcy undresses. Climbing to the top of the pole in only her G-string and heels, she hangs upside down, her large breasts bouncing as she slides down. The song changes to another rock beat, and with both girls naked now, I assume this is their last one. The few other men at the stage hold out ones vying for the girl’s attention. Letting the sleazy dudes put the money in their strings and smack their ass, they look like they enjoy it, but I know Beth. That look is fake. She hates it here. Things must be desperate for her.
     
    The waitress comes back with our next round. Peter looks at me. His first beer is still full.
    “Come on, man up bitch,” I shout at him, holding my Patron up.
    We clink and toss the liquor back. The burn in my throat feels great. It’s a small distraction from the pain in my cock. I look at the waitress, hand her another twenty.
    “Just keep the beers coming until that’s gone, I’ll g ive you more then, ok honey?”
    With a giggle, she makes her way around the room to the other customers .
    “We can go if you want, I didn’t know she was working here or that it would bother you.”
    Peter leans in, but I shake my head no, keeping my eyes on the stage. The girls are licking each other’s breasts, gyrating their hips and wiggling against each other. Squirming in my seat, I try to position myself better, without pinching my nuts. Damn, this is crazy. I’ve been so mad at Beth for two years and now I’m so turned on by her that I’m in pain. As the song ends, the girls pick up their discarded clothing and money, heading back stage. Peter and I sit there waiting for the next girls. Hopefully they will be good looking, I could use a lap dance and some relief. Before the next song starts, our waitress returns with two more beers, collects the empties, then leans down to me.
    “Candy and Honey would like to give you a lap dance, you can head behind the curtains there,” she points behind us, next to the bar. Candy and Honey? Who the hell is that?
    Oh well, I’m not about to turn down a lap dance. Standing, I smack Peter on the shoulder and move towards the curtained area. The bouncer pulls the red curtain aside to let me through. The room is dark save for a few black lights scattered about. The waitress rushes through the curtain and leads me to a booth at the back of the room.