"The Crazy Coconut" — Part 1

Olivia was blinded by the vibrant aesthetic of The Crazy Coconut, but also filled with excitement. She had heard wild stories about what went on there, and hoped that tonight would be a night to remember.

"Olivia, what is this place?"

Brian was all smiles as he looked around at the decor -- not quite Mexican, not quite identifiable as anything in particular, and a bizarre array of painted coconuts adorning the walls and hanging from the ceiling.

"I hope you're feeling frisky tonight, Brian," Olivia said, purring at her lover. "Because from what I hear, this place is off the charts"

Brian laughed, unsure what Olivia had in mind or what The Crazy Coconut had in store, but he was game for anything. They found seats at the bar, and Olivia quickly made eye contact with the bartender, a young Latina woman with bold tattoos along her arms, and a high ponytail rising from an otherwise shaved head**.**

"This is ... this is where we were." Olivia was stunned, but couldn't put her phone down. "The Crazy -- no, we were at ... what was the name of it?" She closed her eyes, trying to picture it. Suddenly, it came to her. "The Loco Lime. Loco. Crazy." She exhaled, and went back to reading.

"Shots are hot," the bartender cooed at Olivia and Brian. "Tonight, tequila shots are only $8 each. And if you do them 'House Style,' they're only $4."

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"Four bucks for a shot?" Olivia said. "That's my kind of deal."

"What's 'House Style'?" Brian asked, curious if not a little dubious.

The bartender grinned. "You want to try?" She pulled two bowls up from beneath the bar, one with salt, one with limes. She spun around to grab a bottle of tequila from a back shelf, and returned to Brian.

"Can I find out what it is first?"

"Nope. It's just ... a special way to share the experience."

Olivia clutched Brian's arm. "Ooh, just say yes -- it sounds exciting."

The bartender smiled again. "It is, I assure you."

Brian looked at his girlfriend, and then back to the bartender, giving her a shrug. "Okay, what the heck. Let's try 'House Style.'"

The bartender bit her lip and blinked slowly at Brian, sizing him up. "Mm, you got it." She poured a shot of tequila, and slid it over to Brian. After that, she leaned over the bar, and squeezed a lime onto her neck, following it with a sprinkle of salt. Finally, she took hold of another lime, and held it in her teeth. She gazed at Brian, smiling through the lime, and waited.

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Brian laughed. "Oh, it's like this? Wow. Olivia?"

Olivia grinned and rubbed Brian's arm. "I say go for it, baby. When in Rome."

"Or Mexico," said Brian, looking around. "Or wherever this is." He leaned over the bartender, and slowly licked the salt from her neck. He downed the shot in one gulp, and then leaned back over the bar to claim the lime from the young woman's mouth. Their lips grazed one another's, not quite, but plenty intimate. Finally, he lifted his head up, the lime transferred to his own mouth, turned to Olivia, and then back to the bartender.

"'House Style,' Level One," she said, standing up, and reclaiming her balance behind the bar.

Brian discarded the chewed lime into his shot glass. "Level One?" he said. "That was thrilling, but I can't imagine there's more beyond that."

The bartender giggled. "Oh, you have no idea. But let's not rush -- your lady friend has yet to complete Level One herself." She turned toward Olivia, pouring a second shot. "What do you say, honey? You up for some fun?"

Olivia was overwhelmed with excitement, and didn't quite know how to move forward. As she stared at the bartender, she heard a voice to her right.

"I'll do one. Off her."

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Olivia turned to see a young, buff, model of a man, scruffy beard, rugged features, thick arms, and a small scar on his chin. He smiled at her, and she instinctively smiled back.

"Level One is just for fun," the man said, winking at Olivia. His voice rumbled, and as he sat back on his barstool, it was clear that the bartender was also more than a little delighted to see him.

"Have you been here before?" Olivia asked.

"Sure have," the man said with a nod.

The bartender smiled at him. "Welcome back, Rip."

"Good to see you, Bella."

"Bella?" Olivia said softly. "Bella was the name of our bartender. Bella and ... Da-- De-- oh, something with a D. Bella and ... Dani? No." She scrolled up a bit, re-reading a section, and then picked up where she'd left off.

"Good to see you, Bella."

As Olivia turned to check in with Brian, she noticed that Brian had stepped back for a second, and a different man had sidled up to the bar. He was striking, Spanish-looking, dark skin and dark hair.

"Shot and a beer?" he asked.

Bella set up a few shot glasses -- it was clear she was going to have to serve several. "You want that shot 'House Style,' honey? My new friend here is about to give it a go."

The Spanish man smirked and looked at Olivia. "You better believe it." His accent seemed to thicken with the plot.

"Now hang on a sec," said Olivia. "I watched you and my boyfriend go 'House Style' a moment ago -- how do you expect it to happen with these two fellows?"

"That's easy," Bella said. "They'll both get the salt from you, and then you'll one lime to Rip, and the other lime to my new bestie, Mr. Casanova here."

Olivia laughed. She didn't care whether the names were real or not, the game was fun. "And how do I do my part of the shot?"

Bella grinned at her and leaned forward. "Off me."

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god ... that bartender last night was totally fucking hot, and I didn't even say anything to Brian, I didn't do anything to her -- and yet here, this is the fucking fantasy version right here." Olivia monologued aloud, as she often did, but stayed relatively quiet, hoping not to wake Brian.

Olivia's eyes widened. "Well ... I guess that's an offer that a lady can't refuse, now isn't it?"

Bella smiled, very pleased with herself. "Absolutely not."

Olivia turned around to Brian. "Baby, you know this is all just in the moment, don't you? You're still my everything."

"I know," Brian said with a comforting gaze. "And I can't wait to see what Level Two has in store."

They kissed quickly, and then Olivia returned her attention to the bar, to Bella, and to the two men flanking her.

[SWIPE]

Bella poured three shots, and slid the salt and bowl of limes over. "Rip?" she said to the first new man. "Mr. Casanova? You two should prepare our lovely lady here for the salt."

Rip leaned toward Olivia's neck, and slowly touched his tongue to her skin. He licked along the side, getting closer to her jaw, and under her chin, all of which was increasingly more and more sensitive to Olivia. Mr. Casanova followed suit, and then moved up toward her ear, giving it a quick kiss and nibble.

"Mm," Olivia cooed. "This is only Level One?"

"Level One is just for fun," Rip said, as he had before.

The two men continued to kiss and lick both sides of Olivia's neck, certainly doing far more than their necessary due diligence to prepare her for the salt. After what felt like both an awfully long time and, to Olivia's inner sexual desires, not nearly long enough, Bella took up a pinch of salt. She gestured for Olivia to lean forward (which she did), and then sprinkled a portion of salt onto either side of Olivia's neck.

"So," Bella said. "Both gentlemen will take the salt, do the shot, and then one by one, collect their limes."

Olivia felt her heart racing as the situation developed. She wriggled in her seat, eager for the men to return to pleasuring her neck, even if this time was more about practicality than anything else. Rip was again first to make contact, licking and kissing the salt away from Olivia's skin. Mr. Casanova was right there as well, and with both men licking and sucking on her neck, Olivia's breath quickened.

"I've already prepared mine for you," said Bella, sprinkling salt on her own skin. "You were so preoccupied, I moved things along."

"Mm," Olivia hummed, hardly able to speak clearly. "But ..."

"Won't you miss out on the salt prep?" Bella said. "No worries -- we'll make up for with the lime."

[SWIPE]

Rip and Mr. Casanova sat back and swallowed their shots. At the same time, Bella handed a lime to Olivia, which she placed in her teeth. She turned to Rip first, who moved over her with both grace and power. He leaned in, cradling her head in his large hands, and pressed his mouth against her. The lime was secondary, as Rip mashed his lips onto Olivia's, roughly kissing her for a moment before claiming the lime into his own teeth.

Mr. Casanova was next, and repeated much the same routine, once Olivia had placed a new lime in her mouth. Their kiss was tighter and more intimate -- perhaps the lime was smaller, or the angle had changed, Olivia wasn't sure. She found herself slinging an arm around the man, pulling him closer until he finally tongued the lime from her mouth, and rose up again.

Olivia, recovering slowly from the sensual onslaught of intense kisses, looked up at Bella. She was leaning forward now, close to Olivia, her head tilted to the side, making the spot of salt available and accessible. Olivia leaned in, and brought her tongue in contact with Bella, licking her gently, tenderly, and delicately. She backed up slightly, her eyes focused on Bella's. Without breaking their gaze, Olivia managed to locate the shot glass on the bar, and brought it to her lip, sipping it down in one swallow, though a slower one than the men had done.

Once the glass was empty, she lowered it back to the bar, and leaned over the top of the bar once again. Bella closed the gap, and with her hands on either side of Olivia's face, brought them together in a sensual kiss. Their lips were moist and soft, the kiss itself intense and fiery. As their tongues teased one another, Olivia felt the heat of the tequila hit her stomach, and she thought that, in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to have Bella the bartender ravage her in ways she had never even imagined.

"I mean ... Bella the bartender was hot, but I don't know ..." Olivia looked away from her phone for a minute, taking a pause from reading. "Oh, who am I kidding, I absolutely wanted to fuck Bella the bartender. I don't even think I'm all that gay, at least, not as much as Olivia in the story is. But damn, Bella the bartender seems hot."

She heard Brian stir slightly, his body moving next to her. But he didn't wake, he just squirmed a bit and stayed asleep.

Olivia pulled back slightly from Bella, **** to end the kiss, but curious about the moment. "Um ..." she said softly.

"Silly me," said Bella with a devilish smile. "I forgot the lime."