Michelle goes behind the bar and blows Tyler

"How is everything here, ladies?" Tyler asked. He looked at the bottle, which was empty. "Seems like this was a good choice?"

"Delicious!" Abbie exclaimed, perhaps more excitedly than she had intended.

Michelle was intently focused on Tyler. "Tyler, Tyler, Tyler. How often do women throw themselves at you?"

Tyler was taken aback by Michelle's blunt and forward question. "Oh, it's got to be at least ..." He was going to make a joke, but changed his mind. "Nah. Doesn't really happen."

"Oh, please," said Michelle. "Look at you. Abbie, look at him." Abbie obliged, looking Tyler over. "You know what you are. You've got every lady in this bar -- and probably some of the men, too -- hanging out here because you're hot."

Tyler smiled. "And you're drunk. You need some water?"

Michelle waved him off. "What's it look like, from your point of view? You stand back there, looking out at this crowd, do you look at us the way we look at you?"

"What do you mean?" he asked sincerely.

"I mean," Michelle began, slowing down, taking her own question more seriously. "I mean -- when you stand there, what do you see?" She put her hands up, painting an imaginary headline. "The Eyes of the Bartender."

All three of them looked around at the crowd in the bar. Tyler said, "You want to see what it looks like from back here?"

Michelle's eyes widened. "That sounds fun! Come on, Abbie."

"No," said Tyler quickly. "Abbie, stay here. Keep your spot at the bar. Just one per tour."

Michelle hopped down off her barstool, gave Abbie a little hug, and then walked carefully to the far end of the bar where Tyler met her. He took her hand, and walked her back behind the bar. He showed her the various shelves of bottles, glasses, and supplies. They got back to where Abbie was sitting, and Michelle was very excited.

"It's so cool back here! I mean, I've seen it from the other side, but it's like being behind the scenes. Very fancy."

"Fancy!" Tyler said. "Yes, pouring drinks and washing glasses is the epitome of fancy."

Abbie laughed as she watched Michelle, awestruck by everything Tyler had in his realm.

"Where is the tequila?" Michelle asked.

Tyler pointed to a shelf behind him. "Top shelf is the expensive stuff. Lower shelf is the cheap stuff. Same with the vodka, gin, and everything."

"Where was the wine you brought us?"

"That came from a cellar we share with the restaurant." He glanced back toward a door. "I don't know if anyone else is still working there right now, so I probably shouldn't take you back there. Maybe after closing."

"What about beer?" Michelle was full of questions.

Tyler gestured to a row of small refrigerators under the bar itself. "Bottles are down here. Taps are up on the bar, and they connect to kegs in the back."

Michelle bent down and opened a refrigerator door. As she turned back, she was too close to Tyler, and bumped into his legs. She was also a bit drunk, and as she lost her balance, she grabbed hold of his leg to keep from falling to the floor.

"Whoa, are you okay?" he asked, looking down at her.

Michelle steadied herself, and although she had regained her balance, she continued holding Tyler's legs. She looked up at him. "I'm good."

"Good," said Tyler. But Michelle didn't let go. Instead, she brought her right hand up to the front of his thigh, and stuck her fingertip around the edge of his jeans pocket. Her left hand wrapped around his other leg, squeezing it.

Abbie leaned forward over the bar. She couldn't see Michelle from her normal sitting position, and it took leaning all the way over to see her squatted down in front of Tyler.

Tyler looked back at Abbie. "So ... your friend?"

Abbie shrugged and sat back. "You're both grown ups." She smiled at Tyler, a twinkle in her eye. "I'm going to the little girls' room. If you see Michelle, let her know I'll be back in a few minutes."

Tyler watched Abbie walk away, and then turned his attention back to Michelle.

"Tell me to stop," she said, but Tyler was silent. He glanced around the bar, but he had just refilled everyone's drinks, and no one needed any attention at the moment. Except Michelle. She slid her right hand over to the front of his pants, and found his dick tucked along the inseam. She squeezed him, and felt it throb.

"Michelle," he said quietly.

"Are you telling me to stop?" She looked up at him innocently as she continued to fondle his crotch. "Just tell me to stop," she said again.

Tyler smiled and chuckled. He took a deep breath, and looked around the bar again. Unless someone leaned way over the front of the bar or walked behind it, no one would see Michelle. He glanced back down at her. She reached her hand up past the waist of his pants. He didn't wear a belt. She slid her hand under the edge of his shirt, and touched his stomach. Dragging her fingers back down again, she stopped at the button on the top of his jeans, and with two fingers, nimbly undid it. She took hold of the zipper tab and pulled it slowly.

She pushed her hand back up again, under his shirt. She felt his abs, a moderate patch of hair spanning his torso, and ran her fingertips down and through it. With the top of his pants open now, she felt the hair on his stomach blend into the hair around his penis. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and Michelle smiled at this discovery.

Michelle lifted her dress, and rested on her knees. She reached into the top of Tyler's pants, and slid her hand down inside until she found his cock. She smiled, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then opened them, gazing up at Tyler. Her fingers wrapped around his dick as she pulled his pants down just enough to free him from them. She stroked his dick, squeezing the tip, and licked her lips.

She kept looking up at Tyler, her tongue running along the edge of her lips and teeth. She smirked, blinked slowly, and never took her gaze from him. He shifted his focus from her to the bar and back to her again.

Michelle opened her mouth just a little and leaned forward. She brought the edge of Tyler's dick to her face, and touched it, just barely, to her lips. She licked her lips again, her tongue teasing (but not quite touching) his cock. As she teased, his dick got thicker and stiffer. Michelle didn't move back, so as his erection grew, so did the contact with her mouth.

She licked her lips again, this time inevitably also licking the tip of Tyler's dick. He moaned at the moist contact with her tongue. She held her mouth partly open, and Tyler edged forward just an inch, pushing a bit more of the head of his cock across Michelle's lips. Her tongue remained active, and now she was actively licking the underside of his cock.

Tyler was fully erect, and Michelle wasn't waiting any longer. She leaned forward, and took his entire shaft into her mouth. He moaned, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back. He quickly shook it off, and looked around the bar again, making sure no one saw. It appeared that no one did. Tyler picked up a glass and began polishing it idly, not to clean it, but to appear to be cleaning it. Michelle bobbed her head on his dick, sucking hard, creating a tight fit with her lips, tongue, and cheeks. She blew him like this for nearly a minute without releasing or losing momentum.

Tyler didn't see Abbie return from the bathroom. She stood a bit away from the bar, behind several other patrons, but was focused on Tyler. She recognized his body language. She smiled, thinking about what Michelle was doing behind the bar. As she thought of it, she also thought of Jake. She slid one hand into the front of her dress and touched her breast lightly.

Michelle increased her speed on Tyler, and was eager to feel him come in her mouth. She worked her tongue along his shaft, pulled her mouth off him and stroked him hard, then plunged his cock back into her mouth again.

As Tyler looked down at Michelle, she pulled down one shoulder strap of her dress, and slid her arm free. The dress hung forward, revealing one side of her light blue bra. She pulled down the shoulder strap of the bra as well, and reached inside the cup to touch her breast, which was now partially exposed. She returned to sucking on Tyler, fondling her own boob as she did.

Tyler put down the glass and rag, and placed one hand on the top of Michelle's head. He vaguely controlled her bobbing motion, though she was far more in charge of what was happening. When Abbie saw Tyler put the glass down, she smiled again.

Michelle tightened her lips, and pulled Tyler out of her mouth. He slid back in again, pushing through her tight mouth, fucking her face, holding her head in his hands. She pulled him out again, and leaned her head back, her mouth gaping open. Tyler slapped the end of his cock on her tongue a few times, and she went back to sucking him. She used her hand on the base of his shaft, twisting her fingers around him, shoving his dick as far back into her mouth as she could.

Michelle grabbed Tyler's leg, and felt him tense up. She knew it was happening. She held her mouth on him, squeezed her lips tight and her tongue around his dick. She gripped his thigh and he tightened his hold on her head. He turned his upper body, scanning the bar once more -- and only now, did he see Abbie through the crowd. She smiled as they made eye contact, and she squeezed her breast a little tighter as he smiled back.

Then he took a deep breath, bucked his hips slightly, and thrust hard into Michelle's mouth, his orgasm exploding. He kept staring at Abbie, who bit her lip as she watched from a distance. Tyler held Michelle's head tightly, not letting her move away. His balls convulsed several times as he came, filling her mouth with his semen.

Michelle held tight, her lips firm around his dick, until she felt his climax subside. As it did, she worked her tongue around his cock and slid him out of her mouth, keeping her lips tightly together. She looked up at him, and he took his gaze down from Abbie to see Michelle. She smiled, her mouth closed. He watched her swallow twice, and then open her mouth, revealing that she had finished his load. She licked her lips, and then licked his cock again, catching a few stray drops of come.

Tyler looked back to where Abbie had been, but she was gone. He tucked his dick back into his pants. Michelle pulled her bra and dress straps back on again. Tyler looked up and down the bar, either checking for customers or just looking to see if it was clear for Michelle to stand up.

"Tyler," said a voice. He turned back, and Abbie had returned to her seat again. "Did you miss me?" She smiled at him. Before he could respond, she saw several fingers peek out from behind the bar, and then Michelle's body rise up between Tyler and the bar.

"Tyler gave me a great tour back here. You should really check it out sometime." Michelle turned to face Tyler, patted his cheek, and then turned away from him and walked down the length of the bar and out again. She came around to the customer side, and took her seat next to Abbie. "We should probably settle up our tab."