She nodded enthusiastically, her makeup just barely running down her face. Bending down, my lips hit hers with a bruising kiss.
Something fell onto the bed beside Marlowe after Dexter stood. Releasing her from the kiss, I looked and saw the familiar bottle of lube and knew what Dexter had in mind. Dexter then knelt on the bed, putting his hand on Marlowe’s clit. “You better come for us, Mar.” Watching Dexter’s nimble fingers torture Marlowe’s clit I did my best to match his rhythm. My eyes remained locked on her face; it was clear she was getting close. Her walls began to tighten around my cock.
“Holy shit, Mar,” I groaned. “Just let go, groupie.” Reaching down, I pinched her nipple, and she moaned, her orgasmcoming in a wave. The warmth that had built within me released, and I came right after her, cum filling the condom.
“Come here.” Dexter pulled Marlowe up to him while I tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash. A soft moan left Marlowe as Dexter nibbled at her chest, flicking her nipples with his tongue. I grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom before walking to stand behind Dexter. Ripping the package open with my teeth, the condom rolled onto Dexter with ease. The bottle of lube was brand new. A decent amount plopped onto my hand when I squeezed it. While Dexter continued teasing Marlowe, I stroked my lube-covered hand on his cock. When I knew he was coated, my finger slid between his ass cheeks, and I slowly slipped a finger into his ass. A low moan escaped him, and he pulled me in front of him.
Grabbing Marlowe’s waist, I steadied myself while Dexter grabbed the lube. The familiar squirt from the bottle, followed by it hitting the floor, was my only warning before the cool substance touched my skin. He quickly inserted one, then two fingers. Scissoring and stretching me. A third finger had entered before I realized.
I continued holding onto Marlowe for balance as she ran her fingers through my hair. “Breathe, Bunny. Shh. You’re doing so good.” When I looked up at her, she cupped my face and moved her fingers to my lips. I started sucking on her fingers and moaned while Dexter pumped his fingers in my ass.
There was immediate relief when Dexter pulled his fingers out. He lined his cock up to my hole, and I bent over further, giving him better access. Marlowe still knelt in front of me, her fingers in my mouth. Dexter pushed in past the first ring of muscle, then bottomed out, and I whimpered around Marlowe’s fingers. “Good job.” She pulled her fingers from my mouth and stuck them in her own mouth, cleaning the saliva off.
Holy shit.
Dexter didn’t let up as he fucked me. He knew exactly where to hit and how to get me off. “I’m close, Bunny.” He moaned behind me.
Marlowe reached down, grabbing my dick and began stroking and squeezing me. “Oh. Fuck.” Reaching up, I gripped the side of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. Testing the waters, I bit down hard on her lip. When I came, she moaned. Dexter came when I did, his movements going erratic and out of sync. I sucked Marlowe’s bottom lip and massaged it with my tongue.
Dexter leaned forward and kissed the space between my neck and shoulder while I just stared at Marlowe.
Had I just found it?
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3 Months Later
The jackasses threw the trashcan outside. I was absolutely done.
Normally, working doubles at Captain’s was great. You got solid tips and the night went by fast. But lately, idiots like these guys were coming in, and I was so sick of putting up with their bullshit.
“Naomi, I can’t do it tonight. Please, for the love of god.” Looking up at my best friend with pleading eyes, she relented.
A sinister smile appeared on her face, and she narrowed her eyes. Her perfectly painted black lipstick didn’t budge when she licked her lips. “Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with them then.” She tossed a glance over her shoulder at the guys who were now trying to reach over the bar to the liquor bottles we had lined up at the well. They would be gone soon enough. Naomi grabbed bar napkins and moved to stand in front of the four guys. “Alright fuckers, what we aren’t going to do is lean over mybar. If you want to drink, tell me what you want. If you want to get kicked out, keep pulling that shit, and I’ll show you the door.”
Naomi was my best fucking friend. We had been working at Captain’s together for almost three years. And even though she was technically my boss as the bar manager, we still treated each other with friendly respect and knew where the lines were drawn. I agreed to work a double tonight, desperately needing the money. TJ, the new bartender and worthless piece of shit he was, had called out again.
Our boss Dave sat down at the barstool at the end of the counter. His usual glass of ginger ale in hand. “You doing okay, Mar?” I nodded, grabbing the soda gun to top off his drink. “Thanks again for staying tonight. I’m sure you weren’t planning on it, but we really appreciate the help.”
Placing the gun back in the holder, I shrugged. “Honestly, I didn’t have any plans, and Naomi knows I need the money, so I don’t mind. But what are you going to do about TJ? We need the help, Dave. But we need reliable help. The two of us can’t keep this up.” I turned to look at Naomi, who was expertly pouring beers from the draft behind the bar. The party of guys gawked at her. Captain’s was continuing to gain popularity in town, especially on the weekends.
“I know, Marlowe. I appreciate you two more than you realize. I’m going to talk to him after his shift tomorrow, and tell him it will be his last. If he doesn’t come in, I’ll just tell him not to bother coming back.”
“I’ll ask around. See if I can find anyone who would be good.” The corners of my lips tugged up in a small smile before I walked away to clear some empty glasses from the bar top.
The dive bar had been a staple in our town for over 30 years, and Dave had really turned it around, making it a spot that locals flocked to every week. Not to mention, he had converted a space next door into a small music venue attached to the main bar. Itwas the only spot that booked local bands, and he even had radio stations bring in some bigger groups to play surprise shows to feature on their stations. They left memorabilia and signed the walls when they came. It had turned Captain’s into a museum over the years. The small bar had become a big sensation in our podunk town.
I was restocking glasses behind the bar when I heard the door open, and a couple of people sat down at the bar right behind me. Piercing green eyes stunned me when I turned. Dexter and Rich had occupied two of the bar stools. I hadn’t seen Dexter much since that night a few months ago, and truthfully didn’t really know how to act around him. Part of me wanted to act like it never happened. But in all honesty, I didn’t want to forget it. Ever.
“Hey guys,” my voice was cheerful. The normal voice I used when working with customers behind the bar, but my heart was pounding, and I did my best not to stare at Dexter. “Your usual?”
“Please, Marlowe,” Rich was the one who answered. He was always super friendly, and I knew it was because he harbored not-so-secret feelings for my best friend. He tried to stay on my good side. He always brought me my favorite pizza to band meetings, so I always added some grenadine to his rum and Coke.
After setting the drinks in front of the guys, I continued my work behind the bar, and Naomi joined me a minute later. She was mumbling under her breath about how annoying the other guys were and that they better leave her a good tip. We joked and laughed about them. The preppy guys who fawned over us because they had some kind of obsession with alternative women, but in reality they were terrified of anyone who looked the way we did. Especially Naomi. Something about a tall chick in black lipstick set these guys off. They would fall to their kneesfor her, but the moment she talked to them, they were like putty in her hands.
