Adem Wins It

He misses the shot, and I take my turn, only to miss getting the 8-ball in. I watch, with increasing interest, noticing the attention everyone is giving me and we continue to play. After a few rounds, he sinks the 8-ball in the right pocket and wins the game.

I look up and see the crowd watching internally. "Well, Guess It's time I paid up, huh," I say, trying to keep it casual. As I make my way up to the bar, I hear cheers, catcalling, and wolf whistles. I move up on the bar, facing my ass toward the crowd, bend over pull my skirt down slowly. Hoots and shouts, along with some raunchy encouragement, as I pull my skirt down, revealing my pussy and ass fully to the attentive group. I bend over far further than necessary, as I pull off the mini skirt, and remove it. Not missing a beat, the bartender grabs it from my hands and stores it away behind the counter with a wink.

Not long after it, I feel someone moving nearby, quickly confirmed when I felt their hand rubbing on my ass cheeks with his hand, caressing it several times before smacking it hard with the palm of his hand. I feel my unknown admirer as he also rubs my ass, before slapping my ass several times. Each time the cheering grew louder, as they enjoy seeing my ass getting slapped so. My rear end is gradually growing read, but I didn't mind.

The young individual then changes tactics, reaching around to my inner thigh and spreading my legs wide. I moan in response at the complete exposure of my ass and shaved bush to everyone here. Soon, one of his companions, who also happens to be one of the few women in the bar casually grabs my arm at the wrist before walking back to her table.

The cheers and catcalls only increase, as does the rough comments directed my way. I'm completely naked, but I only feel the excitement, as I move my body back and forth, up and down, tweaking it for everyone. At around five minutes in, I moan once more at the crown before blowing them a kiss and stepping down from the bar.

I see Adem sitting at the same table as the good-looking blond, watching the show together. As I approach, I see he has somehow gotten ahold of my skirt. I sit down next to them, trying to act casually despite my nakedness and feelings of arousal.

Just as I sit down, she gets up to leave, and as I watch her go she says to me, "If you want to get your skirt back, you'd leave with me and follow my every instruction."

I pause, as she stands up slowly. I like the bar so far, but maybe going with her won't be so bad. Her idea intrigues me, so maybe. . . ?