Of course

As the bartender sets the drink in front of Loryn, a guy leans in and drops a 5 dollar bill on the bar, paying for it. He looks to be maybe 21 and built like a football player. He asks if he can sit down and she nods.

"My name is Stone, as in rock hard and unbending. If you would like, we could go some place a little more private," he tells her. Even when she was young, she wouldn't have went for a line like that. "I appreciate the drink, but I am waiting for my husband. If I weren't married, I might think of seeing if what you said was true. But it isn't to be," Loryn replies. Seeing she wasn't interested, he walks away.

So far, showing lots of skin got her drink paid for and the first hit. Sipping the Long Island Iced Tea, she looks around and see lots of guys. From her blind side, another guy sits next to her. RJ can tell he is looking her over and likes what he sees. When Loryn turns back, she notices him. She acts uninterested, playing the game fully.

Finally, she looks his way and smiles. Taking this as an invitation, he comments on her clothing, while noticing no wedding ring. She crosses her legs and they talk for a few minutes as they each finish their drinks. She acts interested with his spiel, hanging on every word.

Noticing he looks really young, she ask his age. He replies 21, but she calls him on it. He tells her if she wants to see, his ID says he's 21. She pushes, and finally he admits he is 18. She is not surprised by this, and tells him she could be his mother. He looks her over, and says, "No way. You can't be over 25." She thanks him, but says it is true. He orders another drink, but leaves with it.

Loryn has been in the club for 20 minutes, and decides to move around. She avoids the drunks playing darts, not wanting to be stabbed by an errant throw. With RJ still in view, She meanders to the pool tables. She sees three tall black guys with college shirts on. Watching the game, she hears the banter between them, and decides they must be basketball players. She keeps an eye on the game as it proceeds. One of the guys walks up to her, and hands her a pool chalk while asking, "Would you chalk my stick?"

Taking the bait, she takes his pool cue and runs her hand down it. "This must be yours. Hard and long, it feels like it has lots of use. And you know it has to be taken care of. Of course I will chalk your tip."

All three hear her words and see how she rubbed the jet black cue. The one not playing tells Loryn they have a pool table in their off-campus apartment, and asks if she would like to try out their table.. Loryn wonders if she went with them which table she would be trying out, and realizes it would be any flat surface they might find.

Her mind breaks free from that thought and the number 5 runs through it. Counting these 3, 5 guys have hit on her and RJ's theory was correct.

She has a decision to make. Does she go with the black guys or RJ? Having not planned on a gangbang, she decides to follow through with RJ.

"Sorry guys, but this old lady needs to get home," Loryn tells the three. The one whose cue she held responds, "If you need to get to bed, we could help you with that. Between the three of us, we could make sure you were not alone for the evening, and when is the last time 3 black guys fought over who will keep you company first?"

Loryn tells them no, and the third one takes a bar napkin and writes a note. Loryn takes it and walks across the club. Reading the note, it says, "555-3579 3 BBCs who want to fuck you until you pass out from pleasure, then start over when you awake" Loryn will keep this note and not show RJ. Maybe there will be a time she could take them up on the offer.

Walking out of the club, RJ was right behind her. He catches up and puts his hands on her hips. While she unlocks the car, he asks if his count of 6, including himself, was correct. She nods, and he pulls her back against his chest and says, "Well, mom's best friend, I guess you won't be going back home tonight."

They get in the car, and Loryn says...