Bianca has one more game she wants to play with you

She bats her green eyes at you and says, “I don't know if it tastes good enough to hire you.” She takes another sip. “But I say you made up for it with your presentation.” As she says the last word, her eyes drift down at your throbbing erection.

“I told you he was a good bartender!” Erica says.

The American girls all clink their glasses together and toast you, apparently oblivious to how close you had just come to utterly humiliating yourself.

“Hey, uh, ladies,” you say to the sorority girls as you wipe sweat off your brow. “Is the rest of our stuff still sitting on the beach by itself?”

“Yeah,” Leanna says. “But it’s a private beach. We don’t need to worry about anyone stealing it."

“Still,” you say. “You can never be too careful.”

“He’s right,” Erica said. “Let’s bring these drinks back to the beach.”

“I’ll be right behind you!” you say. “I’m just gonna settle up our tab with Bianca.”

As the other girls leave, Bianca smiles at you. “I don’t see any money on you,” she says as she runs a hand along your thigh. “How do you intend to pay me?”

You clear your throat and back up until you're up against the bar.

Bianca puts her drink down and stands so close that your cock is almost touching her.

“Don’t be mad at me for playing that little game, Sam. Such a sweet, shy thing like you. How could I help it?”

“It’s fine.” You place your elbows back on the bar, trying to appear casual even as she worked you into a corner. “It’s no big deal.”

She looks down at your cock, then bites her lip. “Sam, I promise I will bring you that towel.” She gestures over her shoulder at the towel lying in the sand a few feet away. "Just let me play one more little game with you."

“Uh, what kind of game?”

“I ask you three questions. And if you tell me the truth, I bring you the towel.”

You nod. You were so close to being home free. How could you refuse?

“When I first saw you walking across that nude beach,” Bianca says, “I noticed something about you. Well,” she smiles and tosses her hair, “I noticed quite a bit about you.” She puts her hand on your torso and gently drags her fingernails along your abdomen. When she reaches your pelvis, she pulls away suddenly.

“I had a feeling,” she said, “that you had never seen a woman naked before. Is that true?”

You scoff at the question and prepare to deny it. But Bianca cocks her head and puts both her hands on either side of the bar. She’s a couple inches taller than you and in this position, she has you trapped. And she knows the truth.

“Yes,” you mumble. “Yes, it was the first time I had seen a woman naked.”

“And was it the first time a woman saw you naked?” As she speaks, she relaxes her shoulder blades, causing her breasts to strain against the fabric of her shirt.

“Y- y- yeah.”

Bianca nods. “Just one more question.” She looks down at your throbbing, 8-inch cock. “Am I the first person who has ever seen it...” she hesitates for a moment. “I don’t know the word in English...”

“Hard,” you whisper.

Bianca giggles lightly. “That’s right. Am I the first person who has ever seen it hard?”

“Yes.”

She shakes her head as she looks down on it. “I don’t know why you work so hard to hide it.” She tosses her hair to the side. “Well, you answered my questions. So I’ll go fetch your prize. But maybe you’d be interested in answering one more question. If you tell the truth, I’ll give you a bonus prize.”

You nod.

She leans up closer to you and her voice lowers to a whisper. “If I were to reach out and touch it, would I be the first?”

"Y-y-yes."

The Italian bombshell pushes the blonde hair out of her eyes, then reaches out with a single soft finger. Slowly, gently, she runs it along the top of your shaft. An involuntary moan escapes you. Your entire body shivers. She smiles.

“I hope you enjoy your prize, Sam,” she says as she takes your throbbing dick in her hand. “I know I’m enjoying giving it to you.”

You can barely breath, let alone speak.

“I love playing games with you cute, shy American boys.”

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie clipped to the side of Bianca’s shorts chirps. You snap awake as if jolted out of a trance. Bianca looks at the walkie-talkie and sighs as a woman’s voice speaking Italian sounds out.

She looks at you and pouts her lip. “But I’m afraid play time is over.” She releases your still-twitching member and stands up straight as she says, “For now.”

You wipe the sweat from your forehead and try to stand up straight even though it feels like your legs have turned to jelly.

Bianca steps out from behind the bar. She slowly bends down to pick up the towel. Just as she reaches the bottom of her lean, she looks back over her shoulder and says, "Just so you know, the nude beach is open to men tomorrow. And I'll be working there.”

“Ok,” you say as you regain your composure.

“Make sure you join me if you feel like playing more games.”

She re-entered the bar, unfolded the towel, and laid it over your cock. You were so hard that the extra weight couldn’t **** it down. Bianca smiles at the sight of the floating towel.

“I think I may have just found my new, favorite plaything,” she says.

Bianca turns and walks away. Left alone and shaking behind the bar, you finish the rest of the gin and tonic in one slug.

You finally have a towel, but you've got no time to rest. You still have to get back to the villa and get some real clothes.

Link to Part 2: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Part-2%3A-ENM---Night-Club.1400171