Yep, for an hour or so

For the next hour Jill was scarcely able to get off her knees. Word of her blow-for-beer services spread, and as soon as one guy left another came in. Her bitching to each and every one of them became more slurred and seemed to turn them on. They were anything but gentle, grabbing her hair and jamming their cocks as far down her throat as they could muster. Some of them chose to make her swallow, other came on her face, hair or clothes. A number of them thought to use their cell phones to take pictures or videos of her, during or after the experience.

When an hour was gone and she was finishing up another cock the bartender came in to 'rescue' her.

"Hey! Enough's enough already. I'm not gonna lose my license for some whore."

The men grumbled, some of them looking at him menacingly, but he was a big man and cowed them with his own glares.

Jill opened her mouth when he approached, and he eyed her sperm-splattered features with disgust. "Get out," he told her, and she stared at him uncomprehendingly. He had to drag her out of the bar to the appreciative hoots of its patrons, dumping her on the sidewalk where she sat clutching a bottle of beer she'd refused to give up.

"Jill!" a voice hissed, and she looked around blearily. "Jill, get up and walk drunkenly to your car," the voice ordered.

Jill staggered to her feet, needing three tries to get up. She rewarded herself with a gulp of beer, half of which splashed down her front, making her giggle.

Kyle hardly needed to add 'drunkenly' to his orders. She was barely able to stay on her feet as she staggered in the general direction of her car. When she arrived she stared stupidly at it before remembering she needed keys to get in.

After ages fumbling around in her purse she found them. Unfortunately it also took her ages to get the key in the lock, scoring the metal around the lock with her key before remembering she could use the remote. It chirped, her car answered back, and she began the difficult task of actually getting in.