Chapter 8

I had never been to a bar by myself before. In fact, I didn't even know that they weren't called that any longer. Now they were known as cocktail lounges, or more accurately, pick-up bars. Places where young and not so young executives came for an early evening quickie before catching the train home to the suburbs.

I found a quiet little place a few blocks away from the lawyer's office. Although I told myself that all I really wanted was a drink or two, in the back of my mind I hoped that someone might do a little flirting with me.

I sat down at a little table towards the back and waited for someone to take my order. After a few minutes I began to wonder if they served unescorted women. I was about to leave when I heard someone come up from behind.

"Can I help you, miss?" I turned my head. It was the typical cutsy looking barmaid that I had always heard so much about. I once toyed with the idea of becoming a barmaid myself. I heard that they made pretty good tips and all they had to do for it was to play little tease games with the customers. This particular girl standing behind me waiting for my order looked as if she were pretty good at that sort of thing.

I'll have a gin and tonic please." She left as quickly as she had appeared behind me. I didn't think that she liked serving women. They probably weren't very good tippers, not appreciating her ability to be so teasingly sexy.

She came back a few minutes later with my drink. She put it down and smiled sweetly at me. There was something about her that I just didn't like. I think that I just don't like women who make their living by teasing men. But I supposed it was none of my business so I just shrugged off the thought of it and sipped at the drink that she had brought me.

I watched as the men started to slowly file in. They all seemed to have been there regularly, each of them taking their place at the bar. Every time a woman walked into the place I watched all the heads rum to check out the newcomer. The place seemed to be a sort of meat rack for men. I couldn't help but feel that I, too, was on the auction block.

I noticed that two of the men standing at the bar kept turning around and looking at me. I didn't think anything of it at first, then I noticed both of them take a twenty dollar bill out of their wallet and hand it to the bartender, telling him to hold it. It didn't take me long to figure out what they were doing-making a bet to see which one of them could pick me up. I must admit that I was a bit flattered by the whole idea of it. They were both pretty good looking. I tried not to notice when one of them started to walk over to where I was sitting. I decided to have some fun with him. He was just about to say something to me when I said.

"It's not very polite of you to leave your friend standing over there all by himself. Aren't you afraid that he'll run off with your money?" He looked a little surprised by my frankness.

"I wonder if you'd mind if I joined you," he said, trying to ignore my remark. I hoped that I hadn't hurt his feelings.

"No, not at all. But I still don't think that it's polite to leave your friend standing there alone."

"If you'd rather I leave, I'd . . . "

"Oh no, I didn't mean that. Why don't you ask him to come over and sit down also."

"Well, I've always felt that three is a crowd. If you know what I mean." He gave me what he must have thought was a sexy smile.

He looked over his shoulder and smiled at his friend, still standing at the bar, watching to see if he would be successful in trying to pick me up. I couldn't help but wonder just exactly what it was that they had placed their bets on-whether it was getting my phone number or getting me to leave the bar with him. It wasn't long before I found out which it was.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.

"Thank you, no. I'm still working on the one I've got."

"By the way, my name's John. John Schaeffer. I just thought that I'd introduce myself, since you didn't look as if you were going to ask."

"You're right. I wasn't going to ask."

"You certainly look a lot friendlier than you sound. The least that you can do is tell me your name."

The more that he spoke, the less I began to like him. Just who in hell did he think that he was? Did he think that he was so charming that I was going to fall all over him? I was determined not to play his little game with him. If he wanted me so badly, I was going to make him come right out and ask for it.

"Look Mr. Schaeffer, I.. . "

"Call me John." He had that ridiculous smile on his face again.

"All right, John. I don't know what it is you're after, but I would appreciate you're coming to the point. I don't like wasting time. Mine or anyone else's."

"I'm afraid that I don't quite understand what you mean. I only sat down here because you looked as if I might enjoy talking with you for a while." He looked genuinely hurt by what I had said. I realized that I might have gone a little bit too far with him. I honestly just wanted to have a little fun with him. But I guess that I just got carried away with myself.

I thought that I had better apologize before I forced him to lose interest altogether. But I had to think of a reason for acting the way I did. I had to think of it fast.

"I'm sorry, John. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just that I had sort of a rough day and I'm a little tense." I was vague, but it seemed to be enough of an excuse to keep him interested.

John's hurt look turned to one of great relief. After all, I was at a pickup bar. In a strange sort of way, I felt as if it were my duty to let someone pick me up. So why not let it be him?

It was another few moments before he spoke again. But he finally said: "I'm glad that you told me. You didn't even give me enough of a chance for you to dislike me so quickly." He smiled at me. It was a warm smile this time, unlike the last suggestive show of his teeth.

"If you give me the chance to start over, I'm sure that I might even like you." I reached out to take his hand in an apologetic gesture. He took hold of it and squeezed it lightly with a strong hand.

"All right, let's start over."

"No games this time. O.K., John?"

"O.K. No games this time. Ready?"

"Ready!"

"How do you do. I'm John Schaeffer."

"Fine, thank you. I'm Judy Royer." We giggled at each other and raised our glasses in a mock toast.

"At least I know your name now. That is a much better start than the last time."

"I really am sorry about the hard time I gave you be-' fore. I hope that you believe me, John."

"Sure, I believe you. But there is one thing that I'd like to know."

"What's that?"

"What you said before about coming to the point, not wanting to waste time. Were you serious about that?" I was glad he remembered that. I had almost forgotten about it. I was curious to see just how close to the point he was going to get.

"Yes, I was quite serious. I told you, I don't like to play games."

"In that case, I'll try to come right to the point of this whole interlude."

"Please do."

"All right. Why don't you and I leave this place and go back to my apartment?"

"Is that the whole point?" I asked with a seductive tone in my voice.

"Just how big of a point do you want me to make of this?"

"You could tell me why you want me to go back to your place. Or you might still be playing a game, and I told you that I don't like games."

He stared at me for a few seconds. "It's loud in here. We can talk better at my house." The look in my eyes told him that I didn't believe him for one moment and that he'd better keep talking. I didn't think that he had ever met a girl before who acted as if she knew what was going on in his mind.

When he didn't say anything for a while I knew that I had to take over. So I said:

"You're still not making a strong enough point for me, John. Don't you know how to be blunt with someone? Or are you a natural bora diplomat?"

"If blunt is what you want, blunt is what you're going to get."

"I must say, it's about time!"

"I want to take you back to my place because I find you very attractive and very sexy, and I want to make love to you. I don't think that I could have come any closer to the point than that."

After he said it, he looked as if he couldn't believe that the words had actually come out of his mouth. But they did, and I was glad that they did. I enjoyed the way he tried to remain cool about the whole incident.

"Isn't that a lot easier than asking a lot of silly questions that you don't care to know the answers to?"

"It is, but only if you give me the answer that I want to hear."

"I'd love to go back to your place with you. Is that the right answer?" I knew it certainly couldn't be the wrong answer. I thought he was going to jump right out of his seat and hit the ceiling.

"It's the Tightest answer I've heard all day!" He stood up and extended his hand to me. "Shall we go, Judy?"

I took his hand and we started walking out of the bar. As we were walking out, we passed by his friend who was still standing at the bar. He looked as if he were very impressed at how John had been able to "make his conquest" so soon. When we were about five feet beyond where he was standing, I stopped short and turned to John.

"Aren't you going to stop and collect your winnings?"

"You don't miss a thing, do you?"

"I try not to. We all have to look out for our own interests in this world, don't we?"

"I'll have to agree," he said. "Don't move, I'll be right back." He walked over to his friend and I saw them exchange two twenty dollar bills. Now that I knew he risked that much money, it gave my ego a good boost.

He said good night to his friend and came back to me. "It's a good thing that I won, otherwise I'd be walking home tonight. Come on, I'll get us a taxi."

I followed him out to the sidewalk. He walked into the street and hailed a cruising taxi. We got in and he gave the address to the driver. The cab took off quickly, weaving in and out of the city traffic. Before I knew it, John's mouth was on mine and we kissed each other wildly on the trip back to his apartment downtown.

His hands roamed all over my blouse and came to rest frequently on my ample tits, feeling them through the thin material. He kissed and licked me on the neck and let his tongue slip in and around my ear, giving me goose bumps all over my body. He was getting hot and ready for a good fucking right there in the back of the cab. I glanced up and noticed the cab driver's eyes in the rear view mirror. He had a big grin on his face while he watched the action in the back of the cab.

When he realized that I was aware he was watching, he didn't stop. He just grinned wider. I poked John in the side with my hand and pointed with my face to the mirror. He seemed quite amused by the whole thing. I really didn't mind giving him a little thrill either, just as long as that was all there was to it.

When he noticed that John was looking in the mirror his grin left his face.

"I thought you're supposed to be watching the road," John remarked to him.

'Tm sorry, mister, but when you get to be my age and you're pushin' a hack fourteen hours a day, there ain't much more you can do but watch. I didn't mean anything by it."

"That's O.K., Mac. No harm done, I guess it's just as much our fault as it is yours. After all, this is your cab, and you've got a right to know what's going on."

"I bet you see a lot of interesting things going on back here," I said.

"Lady, you wouldn't believe what I see in one night It's probably more than most people see in a lifetime." Looking in the mirror I could see that he was thinking about some of those things by the expression on his face.

"You know," he continued, "just a couple of hours ago, I picked this couple up at a bar. No sooner were they in my cab than . . . " He stopped suddenly. "I guess maybe I shouldn't talk so much."

"I guess maybe you shouldn't either!" John agreed.

But I wanted to hear what he had to say. "No, John, let him tell us. I want to hear about it"

"Look lady, I don't know no delicate words for some of these things that go on back there."

"That's all right, I don't like delicate words. So why not say it like it is? I want to hear. Please." The driver didn't look at all shocked at what I had said. I supposed that nothing could shock a cab driver in a big city.

"Well, if your gentleman friend don't mind, I. . . "

"He doesn't mind. Do you John?"

"If you want to hear it, be my guest."

"Well, like I was starting to say before, no sooner are these two in the cab than they start going at it like dogs in heat, grabbing each other and feeling each other all over the place. When the guy saw me looking in the mirror he didn't say a word. I think that they were just putting on a show for me at first. But it wasn't long before they forgot that I even was there." He checked to see our reaction to his story so far. I moved my hand up John's leg until I reached his cock. I could feel the outline of the soft prick through his pants. The touch of my hand was getting him hard. I could feel him getting larger in my palm. John slumped down in the seat so that I could massage his dick more comfortably and we could both enjoy the driver's story.

"I hope that's not the whole story," John said to him, seeing that a sexy story was all I needed to get hot.

"No, there's a whole lot more to it You sure you want me to go on? It gets pretty dirty for a lady."

"Don't worry, I can take it!" I said, my hand still playing on his dick.

"Well, you asked for it. Anyway, she's wearing one of those tight sweaters with the zipper down the front So the next thing I know, I hear this sound in the back. I thought it was a zipper but I didn't think they'd have the nerve. So just to find out I check my mirror and sure enough, he's got her sweater wide open and her tits are sticking right out at the back of my head."

"Did you think she had nice tits?" I asked.

"Nice isn't the word. They were beautiful. Big and firm, with these great big round nipples, like this." He made a circle with his thumb and middle finger.

"They were the kind of tits you'd see in the centerfold of one of those girlie magazines."

"What happened next?" John's hand moved under my skirt and up my inner thigh until he reached my pussy. He rubbed the crease in my sheer panties caused by my pussy lips. I was already getting wet.

"The next thing I know, she starts to shove those giant boobs in his face, telling him to suck on them for her."

"Did he?" I asked.

"What do you think? If he didn't, I sure would have. Anyway, in a flash, he's got his mouth all over those twin beauties. I could hear him sucking on them even with all the noise from the traffic out here. And she's moaning and groaning like crazy."

John was as hard as a rock. As much as I wanted to hear the rest of the driver's story, I couldn't wait to get to John's apartment so that we could fuck the hell out of each other.

"Then I'm trying to drive while all this is going on right here behind me. That's not an easy thing for me to do. I mean, how often does an old guy like me get to see a pair of big young tits like that without having to go to some crummy show downtown?"

"You mean the ones where all the men bring big overcoats with them, even in the summer?"

"Those are the ones I'm talking about. But you can't be as close to it as I was tonight in one of those places. I could've just reached out and grabbed those juicy boobs of hers if I wasn't afraid of getting my hand chopped off. Anyway, all of a sudden I hear another zipper. I take another look in the mirror and she's got his pants open, pullin' on his pecker, and from where I was sitting, she didn't have much to pull on. If I were twenty years younger, I really could've given her something to fill up her hands with. Then this guy is moving like mad and making all kinds of noises. So I start to worry, I mean I don't want this guy shooting off in the back of my cab. I'd be damned if I'd clean something like that up. But this cab is kind of like a store, who's going to ride in a cab with a mess like that in the back seat?"

"So I decide that I'm going to tell them that they'll just have to wait or else I'm gonna make him clean up after his own mess. So I pull over to the curb and turn around to tell them. I thought that the guy was going to punch my face in. Then this girl tells me not to worry, that there's not going to be anything to clean up, that she'll take care of anything that happens.

"At first I didn't know what she was talking about, but then, right there, with me watching her, she bends over and sucks this guy's pecker right into her mouth. In a couple of seconds he starts shooting off into her mouth and she starts swallowing all of it down. Not letting one bit of it get away from her. I just kept right on watching until that tiny pecker of his slipped out of her mouth, and it was as dry as a bone. I'll tell you, I'd never go to work if I ever found a broad like that for me.

"Finally they zipped each other up and I took them where they were going. Nice place too. I never would have thought so from the looks of that guy. But just like all those rich bastards, he gives me a tip that wouldn't even pay for a newspaper. Then he tells me that the free show was the tip for me.

"Well, here's where you folks get off. Meter reads three eighty."

John handed him a ten dollar bill.

"Keep the change pal. It'll make up for that guy that stiffed you before."

"Thanks a lot mister. I hope you two kids have a lot of fun." He drove off laughing. He was about twenty feet away when he leaned out his window and hollered back to John. "Get her once for me!"

John put his arm around my waist.

"A lot more than once, a whole lot more." I heard him mutter.