A night on the town

You didn't plan this. You didn't plan any of it. You never intended to share Carrie with other men. Not just share, but invite them to piss all over her. But you can't exactly make her the biggest piss rag in the state without doing so.

Those were your words. The minute you uttered them, you had to stand by them.

So here you are, driving to a bar with Carrie in the car next to you, wearing sheer lingerie. No reasonable person should go out wearing something like that. But Carrie isn't a reasonable person. Neither are you.

You can't go to a swanky, popular bar. You'd be caught and tossed out of a classy place instantly. So you've picked the "Ace in the Hole" bar, just on the way out of town. A small, seedy looking place that usually has a lot of pickup trucks and motorcycles parked there and is surrounded by strip clubs.

You expect Carrie to be concerned about your choice. She won't exactly be encountering young, attractive men tonight. Then again, better for you... though you swear you're not jealous. She doesn't react. She doesn't seem to mind.

You head through the front door. Some heads turn in your direction. Some don't. Those that do stare f at Carrie's exposed body.

The bartender doesn't look up. It's a pretty tattoo covered girl. Surely she'd rather be someplace else as well.

As you walk through, you feel the eyes on you and Carrie, well mostly Carrie. A few guys make crude comments.

"Dumb cunts belong next door."

"They belong in my pants."

"Hey babe, looking to get spanked?"

"You want a real man inside you, or what?"

You make your way to the men's room. Anyone in the bar staring sees both of you go in. They have to be intrigued. It's only a matter of time before someone follows. So what you have to do next you do fast.

Carrie is lowered to her knees. Her hands are tied behind her back. You take out a black sharpie and write across her forehead "New Urinal."

She smiles at you. "I'll make you proud." Then, her back arched, and her frame tall, she opens her mouth and waits.

You take a place in a nearby stall, so you can get a view of what happens through the crack in the door. And sure enough less than a minute later someone comes in.