Betty gets what she wants

"Another round!"

"No, I'm cutting you off."

Penelope playfully threw her arms across the bar, a surface that came to the petite womans chest, and batted her big brown eyes at Tina. The pink haired, punky bartender gave a disapproving look.

"Please?"

"No. You're already drunk and making a scene."

"Nu-uh."

Tina pointed to the bridesmaids chest. The fabric of her dress had been pulled just far enough to the sides to allow her stiff brown nipples to poke free. Penelope acted like it was a wardrobe malfunction, but the bartender knew the island girl had exposed herself intentionally.

"Pffft, fine." She played at adjusting her dress without actually covering up. "I'll just pillage unattended table wine. You can't stop me."

"Go right ahead."

Penelope didn't leave.

"Hey, Tina..."

"No."

"You didn't even know what I was going to ask!"

"The same thing you used to ask back in the day. You were going to ask for Mitches dick."

The women both looked to the seven foot tall, broad slab of ebony muscle as he returned from the washroom. He hadn't heard what they were talking about, but he could guess.

"Miiitch..."

"It's not up to me, Penny."

"But it totally is. She can't tell you what to do."

Tina gripped her man's crotch as he joined her behind the bar.

"Actually, I can. This is mine to do with or lend out as I please."

"So you do lend it out?"

"Sometimes..."

Penelopes eyes went wide.

"No."

She pouted. Then her drunk mind went somewhere it had never gone before. Gears spun, lights flared to life and everything fell into place with a satisfying click.

"Wait, if his cock is your property, then is your cunt his property?"

The more Tina glared the more Penelope smiled. She didn't need a reply to know the answer.

"I'll be right back!"

She rushed from the bar to the head table, then returned with her brunette friend, Betty.

"Mitch! Can Betty eat Tina's pussy? Please? Pretty please?"

Betty blushed while Mitch pretended to give it some thought. He knew the short haired brunette swung more towards women then men and, back in the day, he had caught her checking out Tina more than once.

"Yes. Betty, if you want to eat Tina's pussy, it's all yours."

"I... Um..." She stared hungrily at the pierced, punky bartender. Her cheeks reddened. Her tongue wetted her lips. "Yes please."

Tina tried to look angry while pulling a giggling Betty behind the bar. Penelope watched with a devious grin.

"Just because you got Betty between my legs doesn't mean I'll lend you Mitch."

"We'll see."

The bar, a counter and opening in the wall of the lodges main hall, was just one part of a full kitchen. There were coolers and counters and cupboards galore in that handy space. It was where the now dismissed service staff had prepared dinner. It was where the wedding party would have their breakfast the following morning. And it was where Tina kicked off her shoes and pulled down her jeans. Tina had led Betty to a corner of the kitchen next to the bar. It was just off to the side and just out of sight from anyone in the main hall.

"Betty, you don't have to-"

The brunette placed one finger on Tina's lips while her dress slid down her toned body to leave her in nothing but heels. She was finally getting something she'd wanted for years.

"Shhh..."

Betty pressed her nude body against Tina. Her soft, round breasts squished against the bartender, their barbell piercings rubbing and stimulating her sensitive buds. She then pressed her lips against Tina. The pink haired punk wasn't as into women as her partner and simply let herself be kissed, but that was enough for Betty.

"Aren't you supposed to be eating my-"

Again, a finger found its way to her lips. The brunette slid her body down, taking a moment to grope Tina's modest chest through her shirt and bra before lowering herself further. When she was eye level with the bartenders honeypot the bridesmaid licked her lips, hooked her fingers into the band of Tina's thong and slid it down. Pussy was to Betty as cock was to Penelope. It was something to be revered and savored. Something she would take her time to appreciate and admire.

She planted a kiss on trimmed pubic hair shaped like a lightning bolt. Tina laughed. Her tongue flicked at the golden ring running through the clitoral hood. Tina shuddered. She stared at delicate, picturesque flower Mitch had given her. Tina blushed.

"It's so cute..."

Betty dove in. First she lapped at the folds of Tina's pussy like a dog, then she drove her tongue into the object of her lust. The brunette mashed her face into soft flesh in an effort to reach as deeply as she could. The tip of her tongue just barely brushed against a rough, swollen spot within Tina's body.

"Oh fuck, holy shit."

The punk gripped the pussy licker by her head and ground herself into her face. One leg swung up and over the kneeling womans shoulder, it's heel helping to push her further.

"She's good, isn't she?"

Trixy opened a nearby fridge to retrieve a few spare bottles of white wine. When she'd slipped behind the bar, none could say.

"Just wait until she starts using her fingers."

Taking that as her que, Betty shifted her focus to Tina's piercing and bean. Two fingers then slipped easily into the punks sopping wet hole to tease and please the sensitive region a tongue could just barely reach. She knew just where to touch and just how much pressure to use to give the most pleasure to her partner. The service was so satisfying that Tina didn't even think to object when she felt another finger prodding and rubbing her back door. She could only moan.

Trixy saw her opportunity.

The blue haired bimbo slid up to the pair and pulled Tina's head back. When the bartender opened her mouth to speak she flooded it with wine. Then Trixy gave the woman a kiss of her own, an open mouthed affair meant to slurp up the crisp white drink as much as to please her. The pink haired punk shuddered and bucked her hips against her pussy lickers face. She would have cried out if not for sweet fluid and sweeter lips.

"Thanks for the drink, see you around."

Trixy left the pair; one still shaking with pleasure, the other now sitting spread eagle with her hands between her legs.