Long Island Iced Tea, or me?

She salted the rim, poured the margaritas, and served the two perverts. As she leaned over the bar to rest the cocktails on the drink rail, their eyes were immediately drawn down her skimpy bikini top.

"Enjoy, sirs," she said.

She walked over to Ellie, who was cutting limes and prepping for the rest of the shift.

"You did better," she said, "A lot nicer than before."

Camila rubbed her upper arms. "It just feels so wrong to me. Everything here. Just hearing them talk about me this way... It's against everything I was fighting for."

"Girl, your strongest power is between your legs. If you weren't prepared to use that, I don't know how you ever expected to win anything." Ellie said. "Look, more guys comin'. Hop to it."

Ellie saw two guys coming up the beach toting surfboards. They were both blonds and had their wetsuits zipped open to the waist, letting the sun dry off the seawater. They rested their boards against a nearby tree and sat down at the bar.

"Two beers." One of them tapped the bar as he sat down. Camila quickly grabbed a pair of bottles and popped them open, resting them on the rail.

"Enjoy, sirs," she said. As she started to pull away, one of them grabbed her wrist. Her beads were glowing green again.

"What in the hell? Ellie, you said these would stay red at work?" Camila called over her shoulder.

Ellie shrugged. "They must have changed it up. Have fun, boys!" She put away the prep work and came over to take Camila's place behind the bar.

"Come around this side, lovely," the blonde holding her wrist said in a thick Australian accent. "Come sit on Dennis' lap."

Camila couldn't do anything but comply. She stepped out from behind the bar and climbed into the man's lap, while the others watched.

Leon smacked Juan on the shoulder. "See, this is why you need to up your reactions. If you'd seen her necklace change first, she'd be in your lap right now. Now you'll have to wait for sloppy seconds. I'd better see faster movement on the pitch." He laughed and took another deep gulp on his drink.

Dennis pulled away her sarong and dropped it on the bar. He pulled her into a deep kiss, his tongue probing her mouth. His hand made its way up her inner thigh and started stroking her outer lips through the small bikini bottom. Her pussy began to moisten at this treatment, and her breathing became more ragged.

"Oi, Zack. Get a feel on her," Dennis said to his friend. Camila felt his hands undo her bikini top and that too was discarded. He stroked and pinched her nipples while Dennis increased the pressure on her clit. Despite herself, Camila was relaxing into this with alarming ease.

"Bend over the bar, sweetheart," he said, with a smack on her ass. She shifted in his lap to face the bar and she swung her legs down on either side of him. The stools were low enough that she could put her feet on the bar foot rail for support. He slipped his wetsuit down to free his manhood and pulled aside her thong bottoms to slide himself inside.

"Ohh... Dios..." she muttered to herself as she felt him inside her. Camila had been committed to the cause for so long that she hadn't taken any time for the pleasures of the flesh. His cock felt incredible but her cheeks flushed at the everyone watching her. She pushed herself up and then slowly brought herself back down onto him.

Dennis enjoyed his beer and the slow fuck. He and the other three immediately got into an involved conversation about the upcoming Premier League season while Camila rode him.

"How do you think you'll be able to break their back line? It's rock solid," Dennis asked.

"Oh, we've got a plan for that, don't worry," Leon said.

Slap, slap, slap. The diminutive Latina bounced on Dennis. Being fucked in public was one thing. But having it be so routine that no one even commented on it was messing with Camila's head. Dennis downed his beer and set in on the bar. "Another round, love," he ordered.

Camila struggled to reach over grab the beers from the cooler with the cock ramming her from behind. Her body bounced and jiggled as he grabbed her hips and increased his pace. She was finally able to fetch two bottles and pop the caps, just as she felt his first stream shoot off inside her.

"Ohhhh fuck me," he grunted as he filled her up. When he finished depositing inside her, he slid her off his lap. Her stones were still green. "Clean me up then you can move on."

Camila slid off of him on shaky legs. She leaned over to take his cock in her mouth, tasting a mix of his seed and her own pussy juice as she licked him clean. When she was finished, she gently tucked him back into his wetsuit.