You get pulled aside

The night goes smoothly until near the end. Melody had left you alone in the room as the only customers left were either passed out, trying to pass out, or nursing drinks. As you walk around cleaning tables you pass by a dark booth you hadn't seen before.

As you walk by you feel a arm pull you into the booth. You start to protest by you feel the mans hands roughly grab your tits as he pulls you closer and you moan at the new sensation. "My a sensitive one are ya" He says with a leer "Pppplease I needdd to get back to workkk" you stutter out as he plays with your rack. Looking around you see Melody has gone into the back and the barkeep was focused on a few regulars and had his back to you. No one else in the bar even seemed awake.

Pulling you onto his lap you feel a hard on pressed into your ass as you blush in embarrassment at the perverse thoughts that start to spring to life in your mind all of a sudden. "See it is just a barmaid at a slow time and a customer sitting together, nothing wrong with that" He says smiling as his hand slips under your skirt. Finding you already wet he slips his fingers inside you as he begins to expertly finger bang you under the table cloth.

Beginning to moan you bite your lip hard as to not attract attention as you rock up and down with is fingers inside of you. Soon you feel a flood of cum squirt out of you as you shutter in a orgasm and fall back into him. "Now I think it is only fair if you return the favor" He says slipping you off him lap. Feeling his raging hard on you slip under the table before you know what you are doing. As he pulls out his dick you quickly go to work. Bobbing you head up and down you see a small box pop up and see you have learned the blowjob skill. Following the prompts the game provides you build a rhythm as his dick starts to throb faster and faster. Without warning he unloads in your mouth. Afraid of getting your cloths dirty you swallow it all feeling a new thrill at being used in such a way under a table no less.

Sliding up from under the table you see no one is the wiser and the man is half asleep with a stupid happy look on his face. Grabbing a few extra coins from his pocket you stand up fix your shirt and hope no one notices the clear sticky liquid running down your inner leg.