Baddie at the Bar 2 - Plans Set Into Motion

"...can I say it?" Zoey mutters as she watches Stella walk off to the pub's restroom.

"What?" you ask back and your eyes linger on the blonde's leather-hugged rear just as much as hers do.

"Only if you're not gonna be mad at me."

"Nope."

"She's so fucking hot."

"Fuck yeah."

There's not an ounce of jealousy in the air. Instead, you two just peacefully stand in unison, basking in the view of these swaying hips before they vanish behind the restroom door. It does also help that she didn't only flirt with Zoey, but she rizzed up BOTH of you.

"I really wanna tap that." Zoey eventually adds, still staring ahead.

"Understandable." you respond, staring at the same currently unmoving door.

"I mean I'm not gonna since I'm here with you, but... yeah."

"Yeah." you mumble without really thinking, just keeping up your vacant stare. "That's very nice of you."

Silence. For like a whole minute.

"Is, uh, is this the part where we agree on a threesome or-"

"Yes. Yes, that is the part."

"Fuck yes!" Zoey exclaims, carrying more emotion in her voice than both of you combined over the last two minutes.

"Okay, okay, look: we need to strategize." you tell her and pull her over to a bar table nearby. In true Zoey-fashion, you're in true horndog mode. For now, the fact that you've never had a threesome before, the logistics of it, or the social implications, don't matter. Tonight, you could get banged by not only your super hot, super buff, super hung futa girlfriend, but some comically sexy playboy model too. This is the chance of a lifetime. Something you'd tell your grandkids abou- okay, maybe not.

"Alright, what you got in mind?" Zoey inquires and scooches close to you.

"Okay, first: we need to convince her." you state, holding up a finger for emphasis.

"Okay, good. But how?" she asks back and frankly, you have no idea.

"I- um, uh, fuck." you stutter, looking back at the closed door. Hold on, why should YOU think of something if you have the fuckboy herself- "I dunno! You're, like, the expert!"

"Expert in what?"

"Like, getting girls??" you stress and for a moment, Zoey just stares at you in confusion until it seems to dawn on her.

"Wait, you're right. Why am I even thinking about this?" she finally says. "Hey, rub my dick!"

"Rub- wha- huh?"

"Just do it, quick!"

"Like, here?? A handy just like that??"

"Just a bit of rubbing! To make it look bigger!" she urges you and you finally understand. She wants to be as hard as possible when Stella retuns so she can wow her. And honestly, as crude as that plan sounds, it probably would work on you. Let's hope this chick is just as much of a size queen as you are.

So, you slip a hand onto her thigh and palm her package - as good as possible at least. Just because this futa isn't 100% hard doesn't mean her cock doesn't already have quite a size. Luckily, the pub is still packed and underneath the table your actions should be more or less conceiled.

"Good, keep going." Zoey mutters and maintain a cool expression. This is even more public than the sex at the lake or when she banged you over your windowsill and yet, you can't deny a certain spark between your legs.

"So, what? I'll get you hard and then you'll just, like, present it?" you ask her, rubbing your hand along the outline of her cock.

"I'm not gonna whip it out!" Zoey responds. "I'm not gonna do anything with it. I'll chat with her, like flirting. She'll notice the bulge though and if I read her right, she'll be curious."

"Hmm, okay. And what do I do?"

"You, uhm... okay, I know." she starts. "You join us and say you wanna leave because it gets too loud or something. Then I'll ask her to come with us and if she does - bam. Threesome."

"Threesome?" a third voice suddenly chimes in and the familiarity makes both of you jump. You turn around just to see Stella stand there with an all-knowing yet curious smile on her face. She's looking at you two, huddled together with you giving Zoey quite the obvious handjob under the table.

"Yep. Wanna fuck?" Zoey replies and you almost ****.

"Hah, invite me to your place first, girl."