Let the girls negotiate

Pulling over halfway through the bar room, you flashed your disappointing handful of gold to Sarah and Miranda. "Enough for one, not enough for two," you muttered, hopefully quiet enough that the bartender wouldn't hear you. "Do you think you could. . . you know? Butter him up a little?"

Sarah clasped one hand to her chest, practically gasping in shock. "John!" She spluttered, "I thought you would never ask." In a heartbeat, she dropped her offended façade, slipping into an easy smile as her hand slid from her ample chest. If you hadn't known her better, you might have believed her offended act, she was such a good actress. As it was, you struggled to keep a straight face as she swept the coins from your palm with a wink.

Looking at her hips swaying from side to side, you idly wondered how she hadn't already gotten everything she'd ever wanted. You struggled to say no to her yourself, whilst you were enamoured with Miranda, how other straight men could tell Sarah "no" was a mystery to you.

Miranda went with her, taking quick and awkward steps as opposed to Sarah's slow and confident ones. The end result was still the same, both of their asses were irresistible, although in different ways. The man behind the bar perked up as he saw them coming, his eyes tracing over their curves and leering at Miranda's chest, boobs still only just covered by tiny strips of silk.

Sitting up straight, he put his hands on the counter and puffed out his chest. "What can I do for you nice ladies?" He asked, forcing himself to make eye contact with Sarah instead of just staring at her full boobs through the whole in her onepiece.

Sarah rested her elbows on the counter, leaning forward with her chest stuck out to fully emphasize her cleavage. "We were hoping to get a couple of rooms, sir," she purred, her voice low and breathy.

"Ah, of course," the man grinned, still staring at her boobs. "That'll be five gold each."

"About that," Sarah stacked the eight coins on the counter, clinking them down one after the other, "We were hoping to maybe, cut a a little deal?" As if cueing her up, Sarah shot a look to Miranda at her side.

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"Please sir," Miranda clasped her hands pitiably, giving the barkeep puppydog eyes, "we have nowehere else to go!" That approach was probably less sexual than what Sarah had had in mind, but it was still pretty convincing. It definitely would have worked on you.

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"Oh, please sir," Miranda pouted, "we really need a room." She clasped her hands to plead low in front of her chest, "accidentally" squeezing her breasts together between her upper arms, making them look even fuller. The mans eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stared.

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"So, what do you say?" Sarah ran a finger slowly up the little tower of gold, her fingernail grazing the ridges of every coin. "I think this pair is worth more than a pair of measly coins, right?" She bounced her own chest in front of him. From the way his eyes followed that little jiggle, you could already tell his mind was made up.

"Deal!" He swept the coins off the counter and into his waiting palm. "Two rooms, just for you, they're upstairs at the far end of the hall, on both sides of the window!" He grabbed two black iron keys from below the counter as he spoke, holding them out to Sarah with such enthusiasm that his hand shook.

"Aw, thank you so much," Sarah took the keys, making sure to brush her hand against his much more than necessary. "See you in the morning," she winked, before pushing herself up from the bar with extra vigour to make her breasts bounce again.

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Miranda bounced a little on the spot too, like she was snapping to attention, allowing her DDs to send ripples through the cloth that covered them.

{endif}

The man looked like he was on the verge of throwing in a free breakfast, but you decided not to push your luck. "Come on, Sarah," you muttered as you bustled past her to the stairs, Miranda and Tom moving quickly with you before the tavernkeeper could change his mind. Sarah followed more slowly, swinging her hips again as she climbed the stairs, ensuring the man would have something sweet to dream about.

"Good job, Sarah," Tom told her, drawing her close as she climbed the stairs beside him, "I think you deserve a reward for that performance."

"Mmhm, I think I've earned it," Sarah murmured back, sliding readily under his arm, her face inches form his.

"Urgh, we can't let those two bunk together," Miranda sighed, "they'll keep the whole town up. We'll have to split them up." She turned to you as she spoke, as if the two of you were the chaperones on this field trip of an adventure. As much as sharing a room with your crush seemed like a dream come true, you knew she had a point. Leaving Tom and Sarah alone was only inviting trouble.