Honesty

Greg knew he shouldn't. But he couldn't help himself. He wished she would answer all his questions honestly.

"What do you... think of me, Delilah?" He asked.

"Oh, you're nice enough," she said. "A little creepy, but you tip well so I put up with your ogling. I have a taser and pepper spray in my purse if you ever get the wrong idea."

"Oh..." Greg responded.

He always knew it, deep down. He was paying for this gorgeous woman to pay attention to him. He was paying for a fantasy. But he WAS a nice guy, damnit! His face started to flush in embarrassment and anger.

"But you really like it when I stare at your tits!" He said, clutching the bone. "It makes you feel pretty! It makes you desperately horny for me!"

The bone throbbed in his hand. Delilah's big brown eyes glimmered and she shuddered.

"You, uh, noticed that, huh?" She said, drawing a finger slowly down her cleavage. "God, I'm glad it's finally out in the open. I really do like the attention you give to the girls. You don’t need to be so sneaky about it."

"You have incredible jugs, Delilah, " he told her cleavage. "And you'd like nothing more than for me to bust a nut all over them."

The bone throbbed and the bartender pressed her lips together to stiffle a little moan.

"That would be so hot!" She agreed. "I get off at 1. Would you like to get off shortly after?"

She gave her tits a jiggle in case she had been too subtle.

"Those titties can't wait that long to get frosted," Greg told her. "Hey Carl! Come tend bar while Delilah goes on break!"

The big bouncer looked up from where he sat by the entrance as the bone throbbed in Greg's hand. Carl shrugged and came over. Delilah giggled nervously.

"Delilah needs to make me jizz all over her jugs in the back," Greg explained. "You think that's great and are glad to take over the bar while she does it."

"Awesome, Dude!" Carl agreed and gave him a high five while Delilah blushed furiously.

"You didn't have to tell Carl," she rebuked quietly as she led him back to a storage area.

"You don't care who knows that I'm about to bust a nut on those funbags of yours," he told her. "In fact, you want me to take pictures. "

"Oh god yes!" She exclaimed. "Will you?"

"Of course! " he said. "I'm a nice guy!"