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Thanks to everyone who has enjoyed this so far and encouraged me to continue on. This is the third instalment of what was meant to be a one-off, but here we are. As I never planned this as a series, there might be some stretching and some inadvertent retconning. Apologies for any of that.
As this goes back to the outset, there is some scene setting first, so please bear with…
It was a quiet Thursday night at The Wild Duck. Maggie and Willow sat at their usual table, Maggie with a white wine, Willow nursing her Bacardi and Coke.
Maggie scoffed at Willow’s drink. “We’re not at Uni anymore, Willow,” she chided.
“A girl can dream,” Willow retorted. She held up her glass. “To our wild days!”
Maggie clicked her glass with Willow’s. “I didn’t think they were over yet. But there’s not much to get wild about around here tonight,” she noted as she looked around. The bar was almost empty. “It’s not even nine o’clock,” she complained. The rest of the remaining drinkers appeared decidedly older and sort of worn out.
“Well since we’ve pretty much got the bar to ourselves, you can tell me in private,” Willow smiled. “Is it really true?” She did not bother to drop her voice.
Maggie raised an eyebrow. “What?” she dared her friend.
“That you can only cum with a man when he’s fucking you up the arse?” Willow tried to keep a poker face, but she knew she was showing all her cards.
Maggie shrugged like it was no big deal. “You’re right, usually,” she admitted. “But there are the occasional exceptions. Like when he knows where to lick. Those rare occasions. And I think it might have happened once or twice with it in the right place.” Maggie smiled like that was just dumb luck. “That one must have known what he was doing.”
“The right place,” smirked Willow. She shook her head. “And that’s not all, is it?” Willow challenged her friend. “I haven’t forgotten there’s more.” Maggie glared back at her, like how could she. “Come on, we both know, say it,” Willow chided her.
Maggie shook her head in mock disdain. Then gave Willow a look of surrender. “It’s better when I’m getting fucked that way by strangers.” Hands on her hips, even though she was sitting. “Happy?”
“You dirty girl,” Willow laughed with triumph.
Maggie stared passively, the best way to let that settle. And then she needed to prove that two could play that game. She stared hard at Willow. “And you?” she challenged.
“I’ve had it there once or twice. It’s okay. But it’s not big orgasm business for me.”
“But we know what your thing is, don’t we?” Maggie smirked back. Willow rolled her eyes, knowing what was coming, her turn to be exposed. “Being caught doing it in public,” Maggie reminded her.
Willow looked down at her drink, down at the table, away from Maggie’s stare, because it was true. “You’ve got to be careful though. I don’t want to be caught by the wrong people,” she added.
Maggie pretended to look confused. “I thought that was the point. That would be the thrill, wouldn’t it? Realising that someone who shouldn’t see you like that is watching you writhing around with a cock or two up you.”
“Yes,” Willow admitted carefully, “you’re right, that would be the thrill.” This time she looked straight at Maggie since there was no denying it. They both held each other’s stares silently for a moment.
A man came over to their table. “Anything I can get you girls?” he ventured.
“We’re good thanks, Armand,” Maggie replied, keeping her attention on her friend who was holding the remaining half a glass of Bacardi and Coke.
But Armand looked to Willow. “I thought you were after a thrill?” he asked her.
She broke her stare to look at Armand. “You overheard?” she replied without thinking.
“Only that,” Armand insisted.
Maggie gave Willow an evil smile and looked up to the barman. “She wanted to get off by having sex in public,” Maggie explained.
Willow looked at her friend, whose face said it was a challenge. “She wants it up the arse,” Willow told Armand, aiming to outdo her friend.
Armand smiled, like all of that was normal banter. “I think I have the solution for you,” he told them in a way that got them both to look at him, curious.
“You’ve got a girlfriend,” Maggie reminded him.
Armand shook his head. “No, not that,” he promised. “Come with me and I’ll show you something.” They both looked at him, unsure. “Bring your drinks,” he suggested.
The women stood up with their drinks. Armand led them behind the bar then stopped to alert the barmaid who had been slouched on a stool looking down at her phone. “Keep an on the customers,” he told her, “we’ll be back in a moment or two.” Willow and Maggie followed Armand behind the bar and then into an alcove that seemed like a dead end. Before they could worry, Armand produced a key to open a door they had not noticed.
He stepped through and beckoned them in. “This is the function room,” he told them as he switched on the lights to reveal that they were in a eskişehir escort large room with a dance floor on one side and a bar along another wall.
“It’s a bit dusty,” Willow noticed.
“I didn’t know this place had a function room,” Maggie exclaimed. “How many times have we drunk here?”
Armand shook his head. “I think that’s part of the problem. No one knows it’s here. I spent a heap doing it up, putting in a decent sound system, doing up the bar. But I couldn’t find anyone to hire it out. Tried all the marketing, but see, even you have never heard of it. So there…” He trailed off as he ruefully looked around his failed dream.
“There’s no windows,” Maggie noted.
Armand hesitated for a moment, stared around the room like he was thinking deeply. He turned back to the women. “That’s why it’s perfect for you,” he suggested.
“Perfect? What for?” Willow asked him, unsure.
Armand looked hopeful. “Anything you want?”
Maggie started to think practical. “Is the way we came through the bar the only way you can get in?”
Armand shook his head. “There’s a door over there.” He pointed to the far wall. Through that door there’s a corridor that leads to a discrete entrance round the back of The Duck.”
Maggie’s eyes lit up. “The Back Bar,” she announced.
“What?” Willow demanded. Armand looked equally nonplussed.
Maggie looked over to Willow. “I know exactly what he’s thinking. Private shows, you performing for an audience.”
“And you get railed by strangers,” Willow reminded her friend.
Armand snorted. They both turned to look at him. “Why are you looking so smug?” Maggie snapped. “You’ve got a girlfriend, don’t forget. You’re not getting any of this.” She patted her pert arse. Then she put an arm around Willow. “Or this,” she added.
Armand still smirked like none of that mattered. “Business opportunity!” he laughed.
*
The three plotters sat back down at their table in the main bar of The Wild Duck, all now sparkling with ideas for how to use the function room. They would run a special event, publicise it, see if they could fill the room that way. All three knew that the event would centre around sex although at this stage none were ready yet to admit it out loud. They circled around the idea.
“You could run the door,” Armand suggested to Maggie. “People could line up discretely in the corridor from the back entrance. You could take their money there, and then the fun begins when they go in.”
Maggie glared back at Armand. “No way. If there’s anything going on inside the room, no way am I going to miss out. You won’t have me staying outside.”
Armand scratched an ear like he was thinking deeply about that missing piece. “But what would be going on inside?” he asked, like so innocent.
Willow butted in. “If Maggie wants to be part of the goings-on there, she can do her thing…” Maggie stared at her friend, a bit worried. Willow smiled back warmly. “You like getting it up the arse, and you have this fantasy about strangers. Time to put the two together and monetise it.”
Maggie thought for a moment then gave her friend a sly look. “And you want to do it in front of an audience.”
Armand tried to pretend he was King Solomon. “Why not combine the two? You both get fucked up the arse by strangers. And in front of an audience.”
Maggie looked back at him in anger. “In that case why not get all the women who come along getting fucked up the arse by strangers!” Willow started to laugh. The other two looked at her which only made her laugh more, enough that some of the other patrons in the bar actually realised she was there and looked to her for a moment. “Come on, spit it out,” Maggie demanded of her.
Willow stopped her chuckling enough to take a deep breath. “All the women get fucked up the arse. Yes! We’ve already got the perfect name…” she gurgled. “The Back Bar,” she reminded them. At which point they all realised that it might actually happen.
*
The planning started. Armand would organise the bar staff and get the place cleaned and up to speed with chairs, tables, some sofas, and get the bar working and ready to go. But they still needed a door woman and a DJ.
They put an ad on Seek, kept it vague but hinted that it would be for a night like no other, one requiring an open mind. Most of the replies they got were the usual, women already doing that sort of work who wanted to pick up an extra shift. One response however stood out from the rest. Josie, who only gave her first name, wrote that she had no experience on a door. But she was local and a cam girl, so she was open minded about whatever they had in mind.
So that evening the three organisers sat in The Wild Duck staring at a laptop watching cam girl Josie do her thing. They found her camming on a bed, sitting up swishing her long black hair off her broad, square shoulders, a wide smile on an inviting face as she bantered with her viewers. She wore a black bra under a black lace eskişehir escort bayan top sitting so she was only visible from her waist up as she carried on chatting.
“She says she’s non-nude,” Willow saw. At that moment on the cam, Josie smiled and nodded apparently having agreed something then reached under her top, unhooked her bra and got rid of it.
“Still non-nude,” Armand sniffed as Josie’s breasts swayed her under that lace top. “Although you can pretty much see everything.”
“But she’s not nude, that’s the point,” argued Willow. Josie shuffled back on the bed from the camera so they could see she wore a short black skirt that showed off her bare legs up to the top of her thighs.
“What a tease,” Armand complained.
“I think that’s the point,” Maggie chided him. “There’s something about her that demands your attention. I want to meet her, see her in person.”
“So do I,” Willow agreed, “I think she’d be great on the door.”
*
Wednesday, Josie was free for an interview and arrived on time, came through the main entrance of The Wild Duck and to the delight of Maggie, Willow and Armand, she immediately demonstrated a presence, the sort of woman you wanted to like you. Although you also realised that you had to earn her respect. She strode up to their table and shook their hands warmly. Maggie noted how Josie was acting demure, in a lace top which was far less revealing than the one she had worn in the camshow, with tight leather shorts neatly showed off her figure. She was sexy but distant, something about her said ‘hands off.’ And those shorts were tight enough to allure without giving the wrong idea.
She sat and accepted a lemonade, turning down their offer of alcohol, despite her three interviewers having wine, beer, and a Bacardi in front of them. Seemingly she would act responsibly, like she really wanted the job.
“Do you know why we invited you, even though you don’t have any experience?” Maggie tried.
Josie did not flinch. “You’ve watched my shows,” she smiled.
Willow nodded. “This is not going to be any normal event,” she warned. “We need to talk to you about sex.”
“Ahh,” Josie agreed seeing it all make sense. “There will be sex going on. I guess you assumed that I would be comfortable with that.”
They nodded, but Maggie gave Josie a look that warned there was still more to it yet. “Bring your drink and we’ll show you the room. And we’ll explain the rest to you,” she told their interviewee as she stood up, getting the others ready to follow her.
Josie matched the casual attitude of the other three as they led her behind the bar to the function room. A couple of workers in overalls were decorating the walls, but the room was mostly ready. The bar and the dance floor were shining under the lighting array and the chairs, tables and the sofas had been set out, ready for the clientele.
Armand led the group to the sofas and finally spoke up, having let the women run the show. “Come and sit and we’ll tell you everything,” he offered. Josie sat back on one of the sofas, and Willow sat next to her. The other two sat facing them at right angles on the other sofa. Maggie realised that the other two expected her to explain everything to Josie when they looked on to see what her reaction would be.
So Maggie smiled and looked Josie in the eye. “There is only one sort of sex that will be going on in here,” she revealed. “Anal sex.”
Josie held Maggie’s stare for a moment after that revelation. Eventually she swallowed and admitted “I haven’t done that.”
Maggie smiled back. “Oh, it’s quite easy,” she announced. She looked to her partner on the sofa. “Armand, if you could?” she asked.
Maggie lifted her dress up to her hips and worked her panties down her legs and off. Armand suddenly realised what was expected and unbuttoned his trousers. Quickly, he slid them down to his calves and wanked his quite reasonable sized cock to hardness. “Now that it’s hard,” Maggie advised, “it goes in here.” She ran a finger around her butthole and then a little way in. She then stood up and quickly sat down on Armand’s cock, engulfing it in her arse. She leaned back onto him so that their connection was totally visible. Her dress had stayed bunched above her waist.
The decorators wandered over. Close up you could tell one was a man, the other a woman. “Look,” the man told his colleague, “I told you it was easy.”
“But,” she pointed out, “they’re not doing anything. How is she supposed to enjoy it.”
Maggie looked at her accuser. “Oh,” she responded, “I was just getting settled. Now that I know he is inside there in the right way, I can start doing this.” And she started to bounce on the lucky bar owner, taking him all the way in, then partly out and then working a rhythm. Maggie then returned her gaze to Josie.
“So that’s how it’s done,” Josie noted, showing a little curiosity. And trying to keep a professional look on her face.
Maggie started to groan as escort eskişehir she fingered her pussy along with what Armand was doing to her. Then she stopped and looked down at the barman. “You’ve got a girlfriend remember?” she told him. “I think you better stop.” And she disengaged herself from Armand, stood up and patted her dress down. Armand had gone soft and quickly reorganised himself buttoning up and settling back down.
“I heard less than three minutes is not adultery,” Josie suggested with a straight face. Trying to prove that she was not fazed.
“I think that’s dropping something on the floor,” Maggie replied smirking at Armand like she had him captured. He pretended not to care, even though Maggie was still displaying herself to him.
“I don’t think either of those things is real,” the female decorator warned her colleague.
“You could try it,” Willow whispered in Josie’s ear as she twiddled the camgirl’s long dark hair.
“Do I have the job?” Josie gasped, clearly turned on by Willow’s expert touch.
“What do you think?” Maggie blurted as she rubbed harder at her pussy which she had still not covered up.
Josie turned and kissed Willow passionately. Willow broke it to inform her that she had a strap-on in her bag as she stood up carefully watching Josie who sat there, ready for anything.
“That was convenient,” Josie smiled agreeably.
“Always be prepared,” Willow shot back, as she took off her dress, stripped down and then fitted herself into the device. The decorators had a word and then leant over, close by Josie to watch. “You could help by taking off her clothes,” Willow suggested, as she loomed with the cock of her contraption pointing dangerously towards them.
“Do you mind?” the woman decorator politely asked Josie who shrugged and let her unbutton the shorts and slide them down her legs. The man slid the lace top over Josie’s head.
“She’s still wearing a cammie top,” he announced, which was obvious.
“I like it,” Willow told him, “keep it on. But,” she added, “could you please lick her butt for a moment to get her ready? I have some lube too.” She looked over at Maggie who now stood near Josie with her arms crossed. Apparently she wanted to have a good vantage post. “Although some obviously don’t need lube. It’s in my bag,” Willow told Maggie pointedly who ignored that if it was a slur. She went over and rummaged for it.
Meantime the decorator was on his knees working his tongue between Josie’s pussy and her bottom. She sat back looking at the ceiling apparently trying hard to get into the mood. “Do you want to have a go?’ the decorator asked his partner.
“It’s usually not my thing,” she replied. “But I guess I better show you how it’s done.” He moved away, she took his place and soon had Josie pressing back at her. The woman licked Josie harder, causing her to press down hard on her tormentor’s mouth with a groan.
The decorator stopped after a short while and looked to Willow, telling her she was pretty sure that Josie was ready. Josie nodded, a little distant in her pleasure. “I want you on your knees on the sofa,” Willow told their new hire, as she waggled her strap-on at the soon to be door woman. “I think that would be the best position for you.”
Josie nodded and silently complied. There she was naked, on her knees, her legs spread, ready for her initiation. “Now I’ll take it slowly,” Willow promised, as she positioned her fake cock where she had warned it would go. And carefully she eased it in. Josie sucked in a deep breath, unsure. Willow stopped, held her position, as she looked down warily at Josie, waiting for her reaction.
“Yes,” Josie sang out, confirming she liked it. And then she turned to find out why Willow had stopped.
“I just wanted to be careful with you,” Willow advised. She leant over and gave Josie a kiss on her neck, just behind her ear which got a further groan from the anal ingenue. “This is what you’ve been missing,” Willow hissed as she carefully introduced the other woman to the deeper sensations of a cock up her arse.
“I… see… the… point… Urrghh…” Josie blurted as she pressed back against Willow’s thrusts.
Willow was in control. “Let’s try this,” she decided as she pulled right out of Josie. “On your back,” she ordered, as Josie hastily complied. Willow tilted the other woman’s hips, so that she had the right access to Josie’s bottom hole as she connected and then pressed herself down onto Josie, breast to breast.
“That’s iitttt, YES!” Josie cried out, now completely into it. Willow smiled over at Maggie.
The female decorator was watching them closely. Her colleague stood right next to her. “How about it?” he asked.
“I’m good,” she responded. “I just enjoy the watching.” She moved a little away from the other decorator both to make sure he understood her distance and to get a better look at Josie’s initiation.
Armand nudged Maggie. “We should charge for that,” he told her. Maggie nodded back, adding it to her plans.
Willow found that she was getting off from fucking Josie. And just like that, Josie, came loudly. She pushed back at Willow who kept up her rhythm as Josie heaved back at her, gripping the couch as she succumbed. Willow slowly withdrew once Josie was done and the time was right.
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