Abbie 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?"

Abbie's eyes widened and she was actually engaged in what Tyler was saying, maybe for the first time all evening. If she was being honest, all the Tyler infatuation was a Michelle thing, and Abbie wasn't sure she was into it very much. However, when he invited her to see behind the scenes, that was kind of cool.

"That sounds fun! Come on, Michelle."

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

Abbie hopped down off her barstool, gave Michelle 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 Michelle was sitting, and Abbie was very excited.

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

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

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

"Where is the tequila?" Abbie 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?" Abbie 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."

Abbie bent down and opened a refrigerator door. Tyler couldn't help but glance at the front of her dress as she bent forward. Abbie realized she must be giving him quite the show, and she looked up and caught his eye. He didn't look away -- and neither did she. If anything, Abbie slowly altered her angle to improve Tyler's view.

"How does it look down there?" he asked.

"You tell me," said Abbie, winking at him. She lost her balance a little bit, but steadied herself by holding Tyler's legs.

"You okay?" Tyler certainly didn't want to deal with someone falling over behind the bar, that could be a lawsuit waiting to happen.

"I'm great," said Abbie.

"Good," said Tyler. But Abbie 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.

Michelle leaned forward over the bar. She couldn't see Abbie 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 Michelle. "So ... your friend?"

Michelle shrugged and sat back. "What about her? I'm out here -- I wasn't invited on the tour. So I get to live vicariously through whatever she's doing, the lucky little bitch." Michelle smiled and felt a little bad calling Abbie a bitch, but at the same time, being more than a little bit jealous.

Tyler turned his attention back to Abbie.

"Ask me to stop," Abbie 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 Abbie. 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.

"Abbie," he said quietly.

"Are you asking me to stop?" She looked up at him innocently as she continued to fondle his crotch. "Just ask 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 Abbie. 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.

Abbie looked up and saw Michelle peeking over the edge again. "Are you having fun back there, Abbie?" she asked.

"I am!"

Michelle saw where Abbie's hands were working. "Are you ... are you going to take his dick out?"

"I am!" said Abbie, even more cheerfully. 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 Abbie smiled at this discovery.

Abbie hiked up the back of 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 to Michelle and back to her again.

"Abbie," whispered Michelle. "Are you going to put his cock in your mouth?"

Abbie nodded. "I am. I'm going to suck him off back here!"

Abbie 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. Abbie 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 Abbie's lips. Her tongue remained active, and now she was actively licking the underside of his cock.

Tyler was fully erect, and Abbie 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. Abbie 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 totally notice, but Michelle had begun touching herself while watching this episode unfold. If she sat upright, all she could see was the top half of Tyler. But if she leaned forward, she had a full show -- Abbie, the blowjob, everything.

Michelle wanted to see how far she could push Abbie. "Abbie, will you let him see your tits?"

Abbie nodded. She shrugged one shoulder of her dress off, and slid her arm free. She did the same with the other side, and her dress pooled limply around her waist, giving Tyler (and Michelle) a full view of her naked breasts. 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 Abbie's head. He vaguely controlled her bobbing motion, though she was far more in charge of what was happening. When Michelle saw Tyler put the glass down, she smiled again.

Abbie 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.

Abbie 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 toward Michelle, who smiled as they made eye contact. 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 Abbie's mouth, his orgasm exploding. He kept staring at Michelle, who bit her lip as she watched. Tyler held Abbie's head tightly, not letting her move away. His balls convulsed several times as he came, filling her mouth with his semen.

Abbie 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 Michelle to see Abbie. 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 up at Michelle as he tucked his dick back into his pants. Abbie lifted her dress back onto her shoulders again. Tyler looked up and down the bar, either checking for customers or just looking to see if it was clear for Abbie to stand up.

"Tyler, that was an exquisite tour. Thank you." Abbie 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 Michelle. "We should probably settle up our tab."