Join Jess and Tara

Mark walked over with his beer to the table of Jess and Tara. He already spent plenty of time with Matt and Cassidy so he wasn’t too worried about missing out on more time with them.

Miranda and Ali would have been fun to sit with too but there was just something about Jess that always lured him in. As he walked towards the table, Jess was giving him that ‘I’m going to milk your balls dry’ kind of seductive look.

So the decision was pretty simple in the end. Hang out with the cocktease and her equally slutty friend.

“Mind if I sit here?” he asked politely.

“Sure thing doll,” said Tara.

“I just knew you couldn’t stay away from me,” added Jess.

Even her blinking turned him on, the way she did everything was just so sexual. Jess just reeked of sexual energy and prowess. Mark put his beer on the table before taken a seat on the stool next to the girls. They both looked amazing all dressed up.

Jess was showing off plenty in a sleeveless dark blue dress. Clearly a push up bra was underneath, her lovely plump tits were pushed right together. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, it would make it a lot easier to suck the dick of the guy that was lucky enough to go home with her tonight.

Her roommate Tara looked just as nice. She had a low cut green dress on. Her breasts were small but she had a very cute face and a thigh gap that any girl would be jealous of.

“You guys got any plans for after the bar?” asked Jess.

“Not really,” replied Tara, “Do you?”

Jess shook her head, taking a sip from the yellow straw of her drink, “Nope, my schedule’s all free.”

She was looking right into the eyes of Mark as she said it. If that wasn’t a hint, Mark didn’t know what was. He would have gotten hard inside his pants if he wasn’t so worried about singing in front of everyone.

While they chatted, one of the guys from Tiffany’s table had jumped on stage to sing ‘Don’t stop believing’. He looked tipsy already, must have had his own flask as well.

Worried that he would be **** up their tonight, Mark started to chug his beer, finishing it off.

“Oh you want to have a drink off do you?” said Jess.

Both girls were amused by the way Mark was rushing his drinks. They were certainly the type of people to push him to keep drinking until he blacked out. Who knows what they would do to him once he was out.

“I’m just really not a good singer, if I get **** to go up there tonight, I need to be a lot more drunk.”

“Oh I can’t wait until you get up there then, drunk or sober,” laughed Tara.

The girls made fun of Mark in good spirit, their teasing only made him more nervous, doing nothing to calm his own nerves. It wasn’t stopping him from drinking though, he excused himself from the table to get more drinks.

Coming back with two more beers, Tiffany and Paul took a shot at the microphone to sing a duet song. They were polar opposites but they still were able to get along very well on a night out.

“Let me ask you this,” said Jess as she watched him return with two full pints of beer.

“You’ve got two sexy girls here giving you plenty of attention and all you can think about is being embarrassed on stage just for singing. What are we not attractive enough for you?”

Mark quickly shook his head, not wanting them to get the wrong idea, “Oh god no, no no no, you’re both stunning, I just struggle with anxiety sometimes, especially in situations like this.”

“You better keep drinking then, before I nominate you up there myself,” said Tara.

With the fear of being nominated to the front stage, Mark continued to neck more beers, giving Jess and Tara plenty of entertainment.

After Tiffany and Paul had finished, a few more from other tables had their go up on stage including Matt and Cassidy in another duet. It was clear from Matt’s expression that he certainly didn’t want to be up there.

Without even realising though, Mark was started to loosen up the more he drank. Encouraged by the girls, he was already 6 to 7 beers down in very quick time.

The people on the stage began to appear a little blurry, he’d lost track of the amount of beers he had polished off and the fear of getting up on stage was gone.

He was cheering loudly as one of the other guys finished up on stage.

It didn’t go unnoticed, Tiffany called out from her table, “Hey Mark, you want to go next?”

About 20 minutes ago, that would have frightened the hell out of him but Mark was beyond a state of tipsy ness now. He got out of his stool and stumbled towards the stage in front of a round of applause.

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