A bar

Lexi grins at the thought she just had. It would be perfect for what she needs. She heads off in the direction of a particular bar several blocks from her home. There's a bit of a breeze, which causes the pleated and extremely short plaid skirt to flutter up, revealing her bare ass and locked pussy to anyone happening to look at her. Normally this would have her holding the skirt down, to try to protect her modesty, but not now. She had no interest in protecting her modesty or reputation. It's kind of early in the day still, and there's no shortage of people out, most of whom gawk and leer at her, given her very revealing attire. The walk isn't a short one, made that much longer by the height of her heels, forcing her to slow down her walk. All the better to attract more attention. For around a block, a man follows behind her, his phone out, capturing the view on video. Lexi's aware of it, but instead of trying to discourage him, she adds an extra sway to her hips, and even turns around to blow him a kiss.

Finally though, she does reach her destination, and in her fog of lust, doesn't hesitate for even a moment as she enters. It's a dive bar, with lots of motorcycle memorabilia on the walls, a long bar along one side, tables and booths, even several pool tables in the back. But the most interesting part about this bar isn't the décor, but the clientele. It's the hangout for a motorcycle club, but not just any old motorcycle club, it was a black motorcycle club. Previously she had always kept her distance from this place, but not now, now it was exactly what she needed. There were about half a dozen men inside, all large and muscular, wearing their leather vests, their strong arms mostly covered in tattoos. She bites her lower lip and grins, before strutting up to the bartender to order a drink, she asks for and receives a cold beer. Lexi perches herself up on one of the stools, and turns so she's facing outwards, looking at the men, who are looking right back at her. She crosses her legs and idly rubs the insides of her legs together, smiling at the men.

It's not long at all before one of the men approaches her and says, "So, what's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this, dressed like that?" Lexi gives him a lusty look and answers, "Oh, I'm just looking for some men who know how to treat a depraved little slut like myself, have you seen any?" His eyes wander over her body, and as he takes her in, he notices first the tattoo, and looks her in the eye, "Truth in advertising, or just a tease?" In response, Lexi reaches out and grabs his impressive manhood through his tight jeans, squeezes, then leans forward and kisses him on the lips.

Soon after, she's got her legs wrapped around his waist as they make out, and he lifts her up and carries her over to a table, setting her down on top of it. He slides a hand between her legs, feeling the chastity piercing, he looks at her, a little confused. She explains, "Oh my pussy had been very naughty so it had to be locked up. Don't worry though, I've still got two perfectly good holes for you and your friends to enjoy." The man and his fellow bikers grin, and soon one of them gets one of the stools from the bar, and bends her over it. She pulls the lube out of her purse and hands it to the first man, who eagerly flips her skirt up and lubes her ass up. A few seconds after that, her mouth is full of big, hard, black cock. And a few seconds more, her ass finds itself in the same situation.

Lexi grips the legs of the stool tightly as she moans eagerly, loving the way her voice is muffled by this massive dick in her mouth. Today was going to be a very long, long day. And she couldn't be happier.