Chatting up the bartender

As she sauntered away to mix the drink, Vyki turned to talk to Lou. However, as she looked at him, he was plainly staring at Ashley’s shifting ass. Vyki turned to look as well. Seeing the tall blonde with the short hair, shorter shorts, and perky globes on her chest with a fit body, she felt a wave of mild anger and despisement role over her.

However, she thought about it a bit longer and giggled at herself for being jealous. After her night out with Lou, maybe she can discuss the feelings more with her wife, metamour, or ex-girlfriend. Until then, she figured she should let her partner enjoy himself. Looking back at Lou, she said over the music to him, “she is hot.”

Lou realized he was caught and tired to play it off. “Oh, uh, ya. I, uh, guess. I was just trying to place her costume.”

“Riiiiiiight. By trying to read the label on her back pocket, huh?” Vyki teased. “Maybe if you asked her to bend over you could read better.”

Ashley slid a creamy pink drink in front of her, “read what better?”

It was Vyki’s turn to surprised and embarrassed, “oh, uh, we were just trying to figure out your costume and looking for logos.”

“Uh huh. Good cover,” she says with a wink to me. “I’m trying for the character ‘Tris’ from the Divergent series.”

“Ohhh,” Vyki responded while Ashley continued getting other drinks, “I thought it was a blonde Lara Croft; never really saw that series.”

“Ya, bunch of people said I look like the actress so figured might as well,” Ashley continued as she kept slinging drinks.

Looking between the two of them, Vyki got a mischievous grin as she confessed, “well, Lou was really focusing hard on trying to recognize the outfit I was worried if I needed to be jealous.”

We both looked to Lou who appeared to be turning beat red from the accusations like some sort of child caught sneaking into a cookie jar. We both broke into a fit of giggles as Lou mumbled about going to find us a table.

While she continued taking drink orders and passing of drinks, Vyki sat on the stool enjoying the talented action while she sipped on the sweet looking drink. Ashley noticed her staring and kept up the conversation, “so I’m guessing you’re some sort of medieval princess?”

“Ya, it’s a variation on the Scottish princess from that animated movie about the girl who’s family turns into bears and stuff.”

“Well, you still got time to sign up and with that slutty princess work, you’d win it hands down with the others I’ve seen in the category.”

Vyki nearly spit out her sip as she heard Ashley’s description. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Ya!” Ashley described enthusiastically, “this place has a big competition every year and got some really great prizes for each category. Princess is always one of those kinda joke categories for this crowd, but with that hot outfit, a sexy girl like you is a shoe in to win with these animals.”

Vyki is really caught off guard as a group of guys at the end of the bar near Ashley start howling at the mention of ‘animals’. Vyki hadn’t even noticed the pack of boys dressed as wolves and such suddenly panting before grabbing their beers from Ashley and turning to the club.

Ashley can see the deer in the headlights look on Vyki, so she grabs the sign-up sheet from the other end of the bar and comes back to Vyki. “So, sweet Lou never mentioned this to you, did he?”

Vyki just shook her head feeling more apprehensive as this went on.

“Well, there are a lot of people who wonder if Lou is just some chaste zealot,” Ashley said moving to a conspiratorial tone, “showing the crowd her what a sexy girl he landed would totally boost his cred. And frankly, you winning would seal his legendary status with some of the jokers.” Ashley could see the nervousness in the sweet girl, but she was sure she could do this with the right encouragement. “Look, Lou is a sweet guy, but he sometimes lets his subordinates get away with too much as a nice guy because he doesn’t want to bully someone. You getting up there and shaking that hot ass for a few guys would shoot the roof off this place and the guys would so fall in line behind their true alpha.”

“I, uh,” Vyki was trying to figure out how to politely decline, “never really got up on stage or anything. I’m not really comfortable...”

“Tell you what, they’re about to close out the sign up and come around & pick these up,” Ashley started writing some things down, “we’ll just put your name down here and if you change your mind & don’t want to, you can just not go up there, k? What was your name again, Princess?”

“Uh, Vyki, but...”

“Perfect okay,” Ashley says as she fills in the last box. Just then a guy in a leather gimp mask and harness bumped in behind Vyki. “Dammit, Ash, I’ve been trying to find those sheets. Miss is about to drive a fit if I don’t get these to her.”

“Cool your jets, boy!” Ashley retorted. “You’d just love the punishment she gave you anyway, simp!” The guy in the mask just grabbed the sign-up papers and hung his head turning and disappearing back into the crowd.

As the gimp disappeared behind the sea of bodies, Vyki had a vision of being dragged up onto stage by an army of muscle freaks tossing her up on stage in front of everybody. Surrounded by beauty pageant contestants dressed like princesses ready for a ball as the whole crowd pointed at her absurdity. In her mental nightmare, someone screams out “she’s a dude!” as the Vadget falls off her crotch dragging her thong to the ground exposing her hard cock under the short skirt.