Whadda ya think?

Cold eyes met hers, “Unzip me,” he commanded, releasing her arm.

Without conscious thought, her hand rose and unzipped his jeans. A thick cock fell out, slapping against her hand, it was thick, but not yet hard. Jenny tried to control herself, but when the man spoke, she couldn’t help but do what he commanded. She couldn’t have said why, but she obeyed just as the rest of the bar did, despite the difference in class between the two groups.

The bar’s inhabitants stared at the trophy wife, on her knees, before one of them, his cock in her hands. “Suck it,” he commanded without even looking down at the beautiful woman at his feet. Jenny was insulted that his eyes were on the crowd of dirty men surrounding him and not on her, even as she guided his cock to her lips.

No, she finally realized, his eyes weren’t on the crowd of men, they were locked on one of the very few women in that crowd, black hair curled around a face that might have been pretty if it hadn’t been marred by a curling snake tattoo coming up from her neck and covering the entire left side of her face. Other tattoos vanished under the tight leather vest that barely covered impressive breasts. The tattoos covered firm, well muscled arms, but the woman had nothing on Jenny, whose response to the discovery that the man she was blowing in the middle of a bar was staring at another woman was to intensify her blowjob, to try to **** him to pay attention to the woman literally on her knees before him.