You go to the bar to buy some beer.

You decide to go to the bar to buy two six-packs thinking that Connie and Loretta are still not old enough to buy **** in this state. As you walk across the motel parking lot you see both Tiffany and Gabi behind the counter at the front office. They see you through the window and wave happily at you. They put their thumbs to their ears and pinkies to their lips and mouth the words, "Call me." You wave back and nod.

It doesn't take you long to walk to the bar, which is right next door to the cafe. Stepping into the dimness you see a bar and a bunch of tables. Still being early in the evening you see a handful of customers, some sitting at the bar and a couple at the pool table at the back. A grizzled man of at least sixty is chatting with one of the two bartenders, a cute redhead. She smiles when she sees you enter.

"What'll you have, mister?" She is short, probably only 5' 2" or so, and is wearing a tight green tank top with the bar logo on the front. Her small tits look good on her tiny body. Her waist is very narrow. Her red mane goes down past the middle of her back. You don't know if it's the dim lights but you swear she has a striking resemblance to Connie except for the smaller tits.

"Do you sell six-packs off-site?" you ask, hoping the beer with liven up the sleepover tonight.

"Sorry we only sell singles or by the case," she replies.

"I'll take two cases of whatever you got," you say. You look at your wallet and notice you're a bit low on cash. "Do you have an ATM?"

"It's back there next to the women's washroom," the petite bartender replies. "I'll show you where it is and afterwards you come with me to the storage room at the back to pick whatever case of beer you want." She smiles at you and winks. You think she's flirting with you! You smile back, winking. You go to the ATM and decide that you should take out more in case you decide to use the motel's special services later. You don't know how much Tiffany and Gabi charges for their special service. You assume in a small backwater town they wouldn't charge as much as girls in the big city so you take out a couple hundred dollars.

You turn back to the bartender and she gives you a hot glance as she leads you at to the back room where the bar keeps their kegs and cases of beer. She flicks on the light switch and looks at you with devilish green eyes. "Take your pick," she says, closing the storage room door behind you. "Anything interest you?"

Your cock twitches at the thought of getting into the bartender's panties. Now that you're stuck in this town you wonder if you can sleep with as many of the young, hot girls this place has to offer.