The Whore One

"Do you need anything?" asked the barman?

"Hmm....maybe later." Piper winked at him, and the barman, thinking her response odd but otherwise unconcerned, went back to work.

Piper slid her hand into her panties and massaged her dripping cunt. She suddenly felt very horny, and she didn't know why. She was also thinking thoughts she'd never had before, that to the 'old' her would have seemed shocking, but now seemed extremely attractive. She was **** for sex, and although she could have any man or woman drooling at her feet, she wanted to go and pick them herself. She quickly withdrew her hand before anyone noticed. " Of course," she thought " If I don't get lucky, I'll have to let them pick me.

She reached under the counter and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, taking one out and lighting it. She'd never smoked before in her life, but had always been curious about it. Now she'd finally realised that it was her life, and no-one else was entitled to tell her what the fuck she could and couldn't do.

Making her first exhale, she scanned the immediate area, and made her decision. She was going to try chatting up

Making her way to the end of the bar Piper began to flirt with the old guy.
She didn't seem to bothered that he was older than her father she just wanted to see what she could get out of him.

She lead him to one of the closed off private VIP sections of the club, sat on his lap and bagan French Kissing him just as her barman walked in.

"Oh sorry Piper I didn't realize you were in here." he said staring at his boss.

Once Piper was finished with the man she emerged from behind the curtains, and took another cigarette, lighting up she noticed her barman looking at her.

"What are you staring at?" she snapped.

"What was going on in there?" he asked.

"Just showing the old guy a good time." she replied taking another puff.

"But aren't you married?" asked the barman.

"So. Leo's away on whatever buisness it is he has to do and I'm looking for some fun, besides it pays to show the customers a good time." replied Piper flashing a fifty dollar bill.

"Are you feeling Ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she replied, "Tell me do you like working here?"

"Yeah."

"Then stay out of my buisness or you can find youself a new job." snapped Piper storming off to her small office.

Opening the door she took a look back at the club, "How boring is this place?" she thought to herself. But looking down at her clothes she concluded that wasn't really that surprising she was not the most fun of people.

Taking a seat in the office she went over the books looking to see what kind of money she had to give her club and her wardrobe a bit of a makeover.

With that thought in her mind, Piper picked up her coat, picked up her cigarettes, and left the club. On the way home, she was busy checking out many people as she passed them by, often giving winking at them or giving them a full-on passionate kiss if she really liked them. She suddenly felt in control of her life in a way that she'd never felt before, and felt more in tune with who she really was.