Baddie at the Bar 1 - Skin-Tight Aura

Ever since you met your girlfriend, you couldn't help but look at public restrooms differently, at least those from clubs, theater, etc., or in this case, a pub. No, you're not banging on the toilet again. You're alone, doing what's, well, expected to be done on a toilet. As stupid as that might sound, on occasions you've gone out with Zoey, restroom toilets have seen quite a lot besides traditional use.

As you're doing what one would actually be doing in one of these stalls, you can still hear the faint punk rock music and the chatter of people out there. It's good stuff, really. The pub itself is really cool and so are the people coming here. If you weren't here with Zoey, you're positive you could've made some friends here. Tonight though, as kind of always, your eyes have been solely on her. You would stay and marvel over her image in your head some more but someone is throwing up in the stall next to yours and that's a bit of a mood killer.

Regardless, after you get out of the cubicle, you make sure to do a quick check-up. Even the mirror is covered in all kinds of stickers, ranging from band logos to the good old 'FUCK NAZIS'. Still, in the middle of the glass is just enough space for you to inspect yourself.

You're rocking the same black off-shoulder shirt as back at that club where you first met Zoey. For her, you obviously went with a cute and admittedly somewhat risky skirt reaching about halfway down your thighs. So yeah, one quick turn and the whole world will know what kinda string you're wearing. Oh yeah, you went with a g-string. You recently got a few pairs after Zoey mentioned she liked them. Plus, they are dirt cheap and since SOMEONE has a habit of tearing your panties, they are pretty cost efficient, if very slutty. You haven't yet made up your mind wether the latter is a good or a bad thing.

You poof up your red mane a little and renew your black lipstick. You look pretty good, you'd say so yourself. If you were to ask Zoey though, she'd probably give you a heartfelt 'fuck yeah' and an equally heartfelt slap on the rear. In fact, she did do both of these things earlier.

Sufficiently satisfied with your apperance, you leave the restroom, including the sounds of emphatic puking and some other girl's consolation attempts, behind and return to the bar. The place is packed. It's Saturday night, after all. Albeit a bit tipsy, you recall where you left your girlfriend, but when you arrive back at the table, her seat is empty. Confused, you look around. Due to your high heeled boots, stepping onto your tiptoes unfortunately doesn't make a whole lot of difference but still, you manage to spot her.

Zoey's at the pool table, holding the cue stick in her right and a beer in her left. Next to her, hunched over the table and lining up her shot, is - who would've thought - a girl. She seems really slim and she has long, platinum bleached hair. From your point of view she honestly doesn't seem to wear a whole lot and- oh boy, she stands back up.

To call this a top would be a gross overstatement. Despite already offering plenty of cleavage, her white crop top reaches down a mere inch or two beneath her honestly quite enviable tits. While most of her chest as well as her pierced midriff are exposed, her legs are not, but that is not to say it is modest at all. Instead, this girl rocks the tightest of leather leggings, leaving barely anything to the imagination. Where does Zoey keep finding these girls??

As you make your way over to them, Zoey aims to take her shot. There's intense focus in her eyes, but you kind of find yourself distracted by how great her muscular arms look in this pose. She has gone for her sleeveless denim vest and you have thanked god or whoever responsible for this twice tonight already.

"Ooh, you look like you know what you're doing." you hear the blonde coo next to her as she leans onto the pool table. Okay, these boobs gotta be fake. Right? Like, these are orbs. Perfect orbs.

"You could say that." Zoey brags but it's just as she's about to take her shot that her opponent leans down even more. With her elbows now on the green felt, her massive rack is squished between her arms and not even Zoey's laser focus can withstand the sight. Still, she takes the shot. It's a good shot. One that clearly shows her experience, but a miss nonetheless.

"Hmm, maybe I was wrong." teases the stranger and makes her way around the table. You see somewhat of a challenge in Zoey's grin before you finally step up to the table.

"Hey babe." smiles the futa and wraps her arm around your waist. "Sorry, she asked me for a game and I just couldn't say no."

"Oh, it's, uh, cool. Don't worry." you reply, still unsure how you feel about her and the big-boobed girl. Again, you're not necessarily the jealous type, but one: this doll is downright gorgeous and two: Zoey is a horny fuckboy. Then again, this girl is so pretty you even get something out of her being here yourself.

"And who is that curie?" the blonde asks after casually sinking another ball. By the way, her pose while taking a shot is almost comically suggestive, but fuck, does it work. Regardless, Zoey could've mentioned she's here with her girlfriend, hmpf.

"Oh, this is Ronya, my girlfriend." the futanari introduces you and gives you a squeeze.

"Hey." you simply greet her and watch her walk around the table. Jesus, what an ass.

"Well, hello and congrats, Ronya." the model smiles and lines up another shot.

"Congrats? What for?" you ask and her smile turns into a smirk.

"For bagging a stud like her." she says and takes her shot. However, it just misses, but although you can't exactly say why, you're weirdly sure that was on purpose.

"I'm Stella, by the way." she introduces herself and walks back around the table and hands Zoey the cue. That unnecessary touch on her arm as she does so is not lost on you. What's also not lost on you, is the very noticable tent in Zoey's cargos. She is hard as fuck. As previously mentioned, a horny fuckboy.

"You two been together long?" Stella asks and leans against the wall, joining you in watching Zoey aim.

"Um, month and a half, roughly." you tell her and honestly, you can't decide who to look at. Both of these bitches are absolute smokeshows and you're just... you.

"Aah, and did you, like, know each other before?" the model keeps going and that question is actually a bit tricky.

"Not really." Zoey answers for you, still aiming. "Kinda just... bumped into each other."

"'Bumped into each other', hm?" Stella repeats and openly eyes the futa's bulge. "I can imagine."

Zoey chuckles in response and sinks one of her balls. Afterwards, she rights herself and turns towards you. "Wanna take my next one?" she asks and holds the cue out to you. Oof, it's been a while.

"Uh, sure." you answer and grab the stick. After a quick squeeze on your butt, Zoey steps aside and lets you assume her position. Trying to ignore the sight of her massive bulge, you lean forward and try to line up your shot. Maybe it's the fact that two people are watching you or that said two people are, like, comically hot, but your nerves are showing themselves. Nonetheless, you try to focus and take the perf- and the cue slipped. Luckily, you didn't hit anything, but it's embarrassing either way. You hope they simply didn't notice but that hope is quickly crushed when you suddenly see two slender hands wrap around the cue from behind.

"Here, let me help." Stella purrs and places her own hands above yours. Her chest presses against your upper back and you can smell her sweet perfume. Woah, this is weird! Isn't this weird?? But hoo, does it make your skin tingle. Still, this is happening right in front of your girlfriend!

"I-it's okay, I, uh..." you stammer, but the model is having none of it.

"No no, trust me." she whispers and gently guides the tip of the cue through the fingers of your left hand. Nervously, you look back over your other shoulder to gauge Zoey's reaction. However, she's just casually leaning against the wall, her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. She wiggles her eyebrows and winks at you. She knows Stella is hot and she knows that you know that too.

"You gonna take your shot anytime soon or how long am I gonna stand here for?" the blonde chuckles and at this point you're not entirely sure what kind of shot she's talking about.

"Ah, yeah, sorry." you answer nervously and look back at the table. Stella has it all lined up, you just need to follow her lead. So, you do. Without success, alas. The ball bounces between the two edges of the hole and comes to a stop.

"Aw, oh well." the model sighs and moves away from you, taking the cue. Oh right, she was technically helping her opponent here. Maybe she made you miss on purpose? Anyway, she steps around the table, leans down, aims and - money. Satisfied, she sends a devious smile your way.

"We'll get you there."