Pete

As the bartender, Peter was supposed to be aware of everyone who came in and out of the bar. You were quite aware of Mitch's eyes following you as you approached the bar. He should have been paying attention to Professor Nebar. Despite the way he was mauling her breasts, she was trying to help him prepare for her exam.

"Hey...Pat," Pete started as you reached the bar, "What can...I get you?" He flashed you an inviting smile. He probably knew you were too young to drink, but having seen you with more than one of the professors who stopped by, he hadn't bothered to check your ID. As long as you didn't cause trouble, he wasn't about to cross any professor's wishes.

"Lite," you told him. "I'm looking of for Cindy." Pete glanced down momentarily as he poured your beer. He shrugged and handed it to you. Thanking him and handing him a couple bucks, you downed it and set the glass down.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"I'll have another." you told him, "And Cindy's bra." Pete looked down again. This time you followed his gaze. Your suspicions were confirmed. The blonde was down on her knees behind the bar. She had Pete's pants down about his ankles. Her lips were wrapped around his engorged cock. Hastily she pulled back. His glans glistened with saliva. A white drop emerged from the tip. No doubt she had heard you in the hallway and offered Pete a blowjob in exchange for hiding her. It wasn't as if you hadn't given Pete a blowjob in exchange for having him do you a favor. She looked nervously at Pete.

"Keep going." you told her. It wasn't as if Pete hadn't kept up his part, hadn't tried to help her. However, his breathing had been unusually heavy. He hadn't fully faced you when you ordered and had reached to fill your glass rather than moving to the taps. Of course, Cindy hadn't exactly been quiet about sucking is dick.

"He doesn't need your help for that." you told Cindy as she started to lift the hem of her sweater. It wasn't as if he had had the slightest problem unhooking your own bra on more than one occasion. The blonde flicked out her tongue to lap up the pre-cum that had emerged. Licking her lips, she thrust her head forward. Cindy took in almost of third before backing off. She went down again, taking in a little more. By the time Pete set your beer down, Cindy had made it back to where she had been before.

You sipped the beer slowly and enjoyed the show. It didn't take Pete long to raise Cindy's sweater enough to expose her bra. It took even less time to unfasten the hooks in back. Her tits swung freely, a counter to the back and forth of her head and shoulders. The swinging of her breasts became more frenzied as she moved further and faster up and down his cock. With one of her hands holding his cock while the other worked his balls, it took Pete considerably longer to work the straps of Cindy's bra into position where he could simply give the undergarment a quick tug and place the just removed item next to your beer.

By the time you drained your glass, Cindy was moving up and down his entire shaft rather quickly. Before you could get Pete's attention to ask for another beer, he grabbed Cindy's head with both hand. Cindy didn't resist as he pushed his cock all the way in and held it there. Pete stiffened. Even mostly obscured, you saw his balls tightened. With a groan, Pete shot his load down Cindy's throat. The blonde swallowed again and again. Only when it was all gone did she pull free of his softening dick.

Pete was willing to do a lot for someone who sucked his dick. One thing he wasn't willing to do was clean up his own spunk. Like you, Cindy decided that swallowing it was better wearing it on her clothes. She got up, poured herself a beer while Pete pulled up his pants.

"Was there anything else?" the cheerleader asked. She lifted her drink. You lifted your empty glass. The blonde quickly snatched the tumbler, filled it, and set it before you.

"ALRIGHT!!!" Mitch exclaimed, "Topless bartenders!" Although technically not topless, Cindy's sweater was still well above the small red nub sticking out from each mound on her chest. It wasn't that cold, so they were a clear sign she was quite aroused. Hastily she pulled it back down. She shot daggers at him and turned her attention back to you.

"Well?" Cindy prompted. You took a long slow sip of your beer and looked around. All eyes were on you.

"We probably should get back and let the others know it's over." you mused, "However, we have plenty of time if you need to finish paying off Pete or want to do something about that loudmouth." It was Cindy's turn to look around. A devilish smile appeared on her face.