Firing Up the Back Bar
Here's the paraphrased version:
Thanks for the support and encouragement! This is the third installment in a story that was supposed to be a one-time thing, but here we are. I apologize if there are any inconsistencies or retconning.
As we go back to the beginning, there's some setting the stage, so bear with me...
It's a quiet Thursday evening at The Wild Duck. Maggie and Willow are at their regular table, with Maggie sipping on a glass of white wine and Willow nursing a Bacardi and Coke.
"We're not at college anymore, Willow," Maggie remarks, eyeing her friend's drink.
"A girl can dream," Willow responds, raising her glass. "To our wild days!"
Maggie raises her glass to toast that. "I thought we were still wild," Maggie says, noticing that the bar is almost empty. "It's not even nine o'clock yet," she complains, noticing that the remaining patrons are a bit older and worn out.
"Well, since we've got the place almost to ourselves tonight, you can tell me something," Willow suggests, grinning. "Is it really true? About you?"
"What?" Maggie challenges, looking at Willow curiously.
"That you can only climax with a man when he's doing you anally," Willow reveals, keeping a poker face.
"Yeah, usually," Maggie agrees, sounding casual. "But there are some exceptions, like when he knows how to lick. Those rare occasions. And I think it might've happened one or twice with the right position." Maggie grins like she's merely talking about happenstance. "That guy must've known what he was doing."
"The right position," Willow smirks, shaking her head. "And there's more, isn't there?"
Maggie gives Willow a challenging look. "It's better when it's done by strangers anally." Maggie crosses her arms on her chest while sitting, daring Willow. "You happy now?"
"You're such a dirty girl," Willow laughs in victory.
Maggie simply glares, then looks at her friend. "And you?" she asks with a smirk.
"I've had it anally once or twice. It's okay."
"But we both know what your thing is, right?" Maggie taunts. "Having sex in public."
"Yeah, you're right," Willow admits after a moment, glancing away. "I need to be careful. I don't want to get caught by the wrong people."
"I thought that was the point! Getting caught by someone you shouldn't be seen with," Maggie says with a sly smile, turning to Willow again.
Willow looks down at her drink, then the table, avoiding Maggie's stare. "It's true," she concedes. There's a moment of silent eye contact between the two.
A man, named Armand, approaches their table. "What can I get you ladies?" he offers.
"We're fine, thanks, Armand," Maggie replies, keeping her focus on Willow.
But Armand looks at Willow. "You were looking for a thrill, no?" he says, having overheard their conversation.
"Yes," Willow concedes before glancing back at Maggie.
"Want it anally?" Maggie challenges her.
"I've had it anally one or twice. It's okay, but not usually that thrilling for orgasms," Willow replies.
"But we all know what you like, don't we?" Maggie retorts. "Getting caught doing it in public."
"Yeah, true," Willow agrees, meeting Maggie's gaze.
Armand smiles, as if this is all normal conversation. "I think I have a solution for you," he suggests. "Let's go see." They each look at him, trying to gauge his intentions. "Bring your drinks," he says, indicating it's not far away.
These women rose from their seats, clutching their drinks. Armand guided them behind the counter, then paused to send a warning to the barkeep lounging on a stool, scrolling through her phone. "Watch over the customers; we'll be back soon," he instructed. Willow and Maggie obeyed Armand, following him into a secluded nook that resembled a cul-de-sac. Before they could grow anxious, he whipped out a key and unlocked a door they hadn't even realized was there.
He stepped inside and invited them to join him. "This is the event space," he revealed, flipping on the lights to illuminate a vast area with a dance floor and a bar along one wall.
"A little gritty in here," Willow observed.
"Never knew this establishment had a special room like this," Maggie remarked. "We've boozed here countless times."
Armand hung his head, a mixture of regret and resignation in his eyes. "Apparently, it's been impossible to advertise it. I put so much effort into improving it, adding quality sound equipment and sprucing up the bar. Yet no one seems interested. So..." He trailed off, gesturing at the remnants of his dream.
Maggie studied the surroundings, practicality filling her mind. "Does this room have just one entrance?"
Armand nodded, gesturing to a door on the far side wall. "Across there is a hallway, leading to a low-key entrance at the back of The Duck."
Maggie's eyes lit up. "The Back Bar," she declared.
"Eh?" Willow inquired. Armand was clueless.
Maggie filled Willow in on her vision. "We can hold private events, shows where you perform for an audience."
"And we get fucked by strangers," Willow added.
Armand chuckled. "Potential revenue."
Maggie eyed him skeptically. "You have a girlfriend, so you won't be getting in on the action." She placed a hand on her rounded buttocks. "But I will."
Armand grinned, unrepentant. "The opportunity for business!"
The trio resumed their seats at their table in the main bar of The Wild Duck, pondering how to utilize the function room. They planned to promote and fill their venue, though none had yet acknowledged the explicit nature of their plans aloud. They whispered ideas, and the concept began to crystalize in their minds.
"You can operate the door," Armand proposed to Maggie. "Customers could queue discreetly in the hallway outside, handing their money to you there, and then the action commences once they enter the room."
Maggie glared at him. "No way am I left out."
Armand scratched his head, pondering how to incorporate Maggie into the inner workings. "But what specifically is happening in the room?" he asked, pretending to be curious.
Willow interjected. "If Maggie wants to be a part of the action, she can enact her fantasies as well..." Maggie eyed her friend suspiciously.
Willow grinned, her laughter bursting forth. "You're the one wanting to be penetrated by strangers. Time to make your fantasy a reality, and turn it into a profit."
Maggie considered Willow's words, and her heart quickened. "But if you want to perform in front of a crowd, why not get every woman who attends screwed by strangers?"
Armand assumed his role as an incorruptible ruler. "Why not combine both desires? All the women can be fucked by strangers while performing."
Maggie narrowed her eyes at him, gritting her teeth. "Why not invite all the women to have anal sex with strangers in front of them?" The others' attention shifted to Willow, who doubled over in laughter, drawing the attention of other patrons. They stared at her, only to realize she was part of their group. "What are you all still laughing there for?" Maggie snapped. "Just tell me," she demanded.
With laughter suppressed, Willow inhaled deeply to compose herself. "We're considering..." she gasped, "Setting up a place where all the women are fucked in the ass by strangers in front of an audience." At this point, they all shared a moment of realization that this could become a reality.
They posted an ad on Seek, keeping it vague but suggesting it would be a night like no other, one requiring an open mind. Most of the replies they received were the standard ones, women who were already involved in similar work looking for an extra shift. One response, however, stood out. It was from Josie, who only provided her first name. She claimed she had no experience with doors. However, she lived locally and was a cam girl, so she was open to anything they had in mind.
That evening, the three organizers sat at The Wild Duck, perusing Josie's camming session. They found her on her bed, sitting up and swinging her long black hair off her broad shoulders, a wide grin on her enticing face as she chatted with her viewers. She had a black bra under a black lace top on, revealing only her upper half.
"She says she's non-nude," Willow noted. At that moment on the cam, Josie smiled and nodded, as if agreeing to something. Then she slid her hand under her top and removed her bra.
"Still non-nude," Armand grumbled, noting her nipples beneath the lace. "Although you can pretty much see everything."
"But she's not nude, that's the point," Willow argued, observing her short black skirt revealing her bare legs up to the top of her thighs.
"What a tease," Armand groused.
"I think that's the point," Maggie retorted. "There's something about her that captivates you. I want to meet her, see her in person."
"Me too," Willow agreed, admiring Josie's potential for the door role.
Hump Day, Josie was free for an interview and arrived punctually. She entered The Wild Duck and, to the pleasure of Maggie, Willow, and Armand, demonstrated an air of confidence, the kind of woman they wanted to be on their side. She approached their table and shook their hands warmly. Maggie noticed how Josie was behaving demure, wearing a lace top that was less revealing than the one she'd worn during her show, paired with tight leather shorts outlining her shape. She was seductive but distant, declaring 'stay away' with her stance and clothes.
She sat and took a lemonade, refusing their suggestions of alcohol, despite their glasses of wine, beer, and a Bacardi stacked before them. It appeared she was determined to land the job.
"Do you know why we invited you, despite your lack of experience?" Maggie inquired.
Josie maintained her composure. "You've seen my shows," she smirked.
Willow nodded. "This isn't a typical event," she cautioned. "We need to discuss sex."
"Sure," Josie responded when she figured out the situation. "There will be sexual activity happening. I believe I'd be okay with that."
They nodded, though Maggie gave Josie a sneaky glance, sensing there was more in store. "Follow us to the back," she instructed their interviewee, indicating the others to accompany them.
Josie played along, adopting a laid-back demeanor. They led her through the back to the function room. Workers in overalls were sprucing up the walls, but the room was mostly ready. The bar and dance floor shone under the bright lights, and the chairs, tables, and sofas had been arranged for the guests.
Armand then took charge and led the group to the sofas. "Feel free to sit while we give you the rundown," he suggested. Josie sat back on a sofa, with Willow nestled beside her. The other two settled on the opposite sofa, facing the women.
Maggy, the instigator, took over, saying, "The only type of sex that'll occur in here is anal sex."
Josie gazed at Maggie for a moment after hearing that. Finally, she admitted, "I haven't had any anal action."
Maggie smiled, replying, "Oh, it's quite simple."
Maggie lifted her dress, revealing her legs as she slid her panties down. Armand understood what was expected of him and hastily unbuttoned his trousers, lowering them to his ankles and stroking himself into hardness. "Now that it's fully erect," Maggie said, "it needs to be placed here." She traced her finger around her anus before probing it lightly. She stood up and sat down on Armand's penis, completely enveloping it inside her. They remained connected, their actions exposed. Her dress remained bunched above her waist.
As the decorators approached, it became clear that one was male and the other female. "See," the man told his counterpart, "told you it'd be easy."
"But," the female replied, "they're not actually doing anything. How can she enjoy it?"
Maggie's gaze fell on her critic. "Oh," she replied, "I was just settling in. With his cock in the right position, I can begin moving." And with that, she started to bounce on the fortunate pub owner, taking him all the way in and then partially out, creating a rhythm. Maggie glanced at Josie.
"So this is how it's done," Josie acknowledged, displaying a hint of curiosity. She maintained a professional demeanor.
As Maggie fingered herself and Armand penetrated her anus, she made sounds of pleasure. She stopped and looked at the barman. "You have a girlfriend to consider, remember?" she reminded him. "I think you should stop." She dismounted, straightening up and smoothing down her dress. Armand became flaccid and quickly readjusted himself, buttoning up and resuming his usual position.
"A friend of mine once said that less than three minutes isn't adultery," Josie offered casually. She was attempting to act unaffected.
"I suspect that was metaphorical," Maggie replied, smirking at Armand who pretended to be disinterested, though he was still witnessing the partially exposed Maggie.
"I doubt either of those things are literal," the female decorator warned her coworker.
"You could try it," Willow whispered in Josie's ear while running her fingers through Josie's long dark hair.
"Is this a job offer?" Josie questioned, clearly aroused by Willow's touch.
"If you think so," Maggie exclaimed, openly rubbing her pussy as she watched.
While Josie and Willow kissed passionately, Willow told her colleague, "I have a strap-on in my bag - go get it out." The decorators whispered among themselves and leaned in close to observe. "Would you mind helping to remove her clothes?" Willow suggested to Josie, who shrugged in agreement and allowed the decorator to unbutton her shorts and slide them off her legs. The male decorator removed Josie's top.
"She's still wearing a camisole," he noted, which was evident.
"I like it," Willow commented, "keep it on. But," she added, "if you don't mind," she told Maggie, "could you please lick her anus for a moment to prepare it? I have lube too." She pointed to her bag.
Meanwhile, the male decorator licked Josie's anus and pussy to prepare her. They then switched positions, and the female decorator took his place. Josie pressed back, her own intent now apparent. "If you feel comfortable," the decorator asked his companion, "would you like to try it?"
"I'm not usually into that," she responded, "But I suppose it's time I learn." She took his place, and Josie leaned back, pushing into her viciously. The female decorator licked Josie with greater force, causing her to press down on the other woman's mouth, groaning in response.
The decorator stood up and gestured to Willow to proceed. "You can take the sofa," she instructed Josie, who immediately knelt down, presenting herself for the impending penetration. Willow waggled the toy at her new employee. "Do you mind? This will likely be the appropriate posture for you."
Josie simply nodded, complying with the plan. There she was, kneeling naked, her legs spread out, about to undergo her initiation. Willow reassured, "I'll go slowly," as she positioned her fake dick where she had previously warned it would be inserted. With great care, she began to push it in. Josie hesitated, breathing deeply, unsure of what lay ahead. Willow stopped, waiting eagerly for Josie's reaction.
"Yes," Josie shouted, expressing her pleasure. She turned to see why Willow had paused.
"I just wanted to be cautious with you," Willow said, leaning down to give Josie a kiss behind her ear. This drew yet another groan from Josie. "This is what you've been craving," Willow whisperingly teased as she guided Josie into experiencing deeper sensations through anal penetration.
"I... feel... it... Uhhh..." Josie managed to blurt out with each thrust.
Willow was in the driver's seat, directing the rhythm. "Let's try this," she decided next, extracting her dick from Josie's body. "On your back," she instructed Josie, who quickly obliged. The angle provided Willow with better access to Josie's bottom for the thrusting.
"Ahhh, that's it, YES!" Josie cried out, now fully into the experience. Willow flashed a smile in Maggie's direction.
Maggie observed intently, her companion standing beside her for backup. "How about it?" the male decorator asked.
"I'm set," Maggie replied. "I simply enjoy watching." She moved away from her colleague to ensure they maintained a comfortable distance and to get a better view of Josie's initiation.
Armand poked Maggie. "We should charge for something like that," he remarked. Maggie nodded in agreement, mulling over this idea.
Willow found herself turned on by fucking Josie. Josie came loudly, pushing against the thrusts. Once spent, Willow pulled out slowly to ensure timeliness and safety.
Maggie approached Josie, laying a hand on her head, and then met her gaze. "I understand now," Josie confirmed. "I really couldn't imagine how that massive thing could fit inside me from the very beginning, though."
Willow pulled the strap-on out and discarded it. "Anyone else?" she inquired.
Both decorators stepped away from their posts. "We're good," the woman responded.
"We should return to our craft," her male counterpart agreed. Observable reluctance tinged their words, but they both agreed to leave.
Willow, the last to be dressed, sat back next to the others, acting as if nothing extraordinary had taken place. "So, where do we stand now?" Armand questioned. "Are we ready for the grand opening on Friday?" he confirmed, noticing that there seemed to be little left to do in the room.
Maggie beamed at Josie and the others. "We have all the staff in place. I've got a DJ lined up, someone with experience in a good sex club," Maggie shared. "I've also hired guards who understand the need for invisibility and merely monitoring emotions for general safety." Josie looked at Maggie with confusion. "Josie," she clarified, "I'm sure you can sense whether or not someone is there by choice and willing. You'll need to respond assertively if it's not the case. And you'll have a security guy stationed at the entrance to guard the door."
Josie's expression shifted from confusion to understanding. "You like my 'watchdog' status?"
"Absolutely," Maggie said. "We expect you to sense their mindset from a distance." She smiled at the group. "Now, let's talk about who will attend this event."
Maggie turned to Willow. "We've kept this under the radar with word-of-mouth. We don't want the place to be overcrowded and have to turn people away."
Armand appeared troubled, adding, "We've held events like these before."
Willow offered reassurance, "We'll pull this off. We've got this."
Any concerns about the first night vanished quickly. Zumba, the doorman, was busy for over an hour opening the back door of The Wild Duck to let people in, where they could line up in private. Josie checked the patrons as they arrived, handing out wristbands and collecting payment, while explaining the rules of the room. Fortunately, she didn't have to turn anyone away. The attendants arriving were in good spirits.
During a brief lull, Zumba approached Josie, who sat behind the desk with her head in her hands, exhausted from explaining the rules of the room to each group of attendees.
"Wondering what's going on in there?" Zumba asked with a smile.
Josie saw it as a professional interest. "You can probably guess," she replied, but then realized she might've insulted Zumba's intelligence. "There are about fifteen women wearing black wristbands and around twenty men. So there should be some action. The rest paid to watch."
"Has anyone switched their bands?" Zumba questioned.
Josie pondered for a moment. "Not yet, but I think one or two will by the end of the night," she shared knowledgeably.
"Men or women?" Zumba teased her. Josie laughed. However, a customer rang the doorbell, interrupting their conversation.
Later in the evening, when things had calmed down in the corridor, Maggie emerged through the green door. After estimating that most customers had left, she approached Josie, still standing near the desk. "I made sure you were okay," Maggie announced.
"I'm fine," Josie replied cautiously, "and you?"
Maggie beamed and lifted her dress to confirm she met the requirements for the black wristbands. In other words, no underwear. She glanced at Zumba. "How did you manage?" she asked him.
"It was easy work," he smiled.
"You can close up now," Maggie instructed him. "The remaining guests can leave when they're done." Zumba headed back down the corridor to handle the signage and the locking of the door.
Maggie stood near Josie. "Cash out and join us," she urged, "time to experience the goods."
"I'm not so sure..." Josie began.
"Don't worry," Maggie promised. "I'll take care of you."
"And you think I'm not worried about that," Josie laughed.
"That's why you're going in with me," Maggie insisted, as Zumba reappeared.
Josie gave both Maggie and Zumba looks of "what choice do I have?" as she stood up. Maggie smirked at Zumba. "Don't think you're getting out of this either," she quipped.
"What can I do?" Zumba's expression said. Maggie led them both into the club.
The following Friday, Josie arrived early to find Maggie and Willow chatting with Armand on the dance floor. Maggie hooted at Josie, who approached them in her uniform - a lacy black top with a peek-a-boo design and a short black skirt, showing off her well-toned legs. Josie reached the three on the dance floor. "What's the matter?" she asked casually.
Maggie greeted her. "Willow believes the lighting out here is too bright. She wants something a little more sensual." She looked Willow. "Isn't that right?"
Josie interrupted them. "Sensual, eh? Like this?" She dropped her skirt to reveal she was bare below. "Help me, Armand?" she purred, her smile wide.
Armand stared and stepped towards her, then suddenly recovered. "I have a girlfriend," he murmured to her. Before she could complain, he summoned Roger from behind the bar.
Josie eyed Roger as he stepped forward and shook her hand. "It's your first night," he offered.
Josie smiled. "You'll do just fine," she assured him as she spread her legs slightly open. Roger gently placed his hands on her naked bottom, carefully to avoid teasing. She smiled up at him. [Roger looked him up and down as he offered her his hand to shake.]
Josie contemplated, "Sensual, huh? Like this?" She lowered her skirt, revealing she was bare below. "Can you help me, Armand?" she purred.
Armand hesitantly approached, conscious of not wanting to be teased. [Josie smiled at him, "I have a girlfriend," he said nervously.] Before she could show her annoyance, he called out to Roger. "Roger, can you come over here for a minute?"
Roger glanced at the situation and walked over with a smile wider than before.
Josie surveyed him, "It's my first night," he stated.
Josie replied, "You'll handle it well."
"I'd like to help you," she said, closing her knees a little. Roger placed his hands on her curved bottoms, careful not to touch her intimate areas. She smiled up at him. [Roger stared, seemingly taken aback by the situation.]
Don't waste any time, we're running a business here," muttered Armand unhappily. So Roger unzipped his pants, his dick standing straight out.
Maggie chuckled as she knelt down in front of the doorman. "Well, that's one way of running a business," she joked while putting her hand under Josie's chin as Roger entered her. Maggie kissed Josie. "Your performance on Friday night was really something at the end of the night," she praised her, breaking the kiss.
Josie smiled in response. "There's more where that came from," she vowed while rotating her hips around Roger's dick to enjoy the full sensation. She pushed Roger away and then pushed hard against the bouncer. He held her by the hips, curious about what she wanted. Maggie looked over at Willow, who came over to touch Josie's nipples through her lace top. "You're right," added Josie, her face still tensed as she gazed into Maggie's eyes. She moved away from Roger and then pushed back hard. She had found what she wanted. "I'm cumming," she yelled. Roger joined her, thrusting into the doorman to help Josie with her orgasm.
Maggie smiled at Willow. "That's what I'm talking about," she said to Willow. They waited for Josie to relax a little, Roger still inside her.
Josie then stood up and said, "I have work to do," taking off her skirt over her shoulder to walk away bare from the waist down.
At the end of the party, Maggie, Willow, and Armand sat together at a table near the dance floor. They glanced at Josie, who was still on the dance floor, on her knees, being fucked by Zumba.
"She seems to have really enjoyed that," Armand observed.
"She's not stopping now," Maggie agreed. She watched her for a moment. "It's always nice to show them what they missed out on." After reflecting, she added, "we need to find some other people who need our help." She looked to the doorman.
Willow nodded quickly. "And I have a friend who does."
Maggie adopted a conspiratorial look. "And so do I."
They all looked at Armand. He swallowed before saying, "I'll see what I can do." He was only a little distance away, watching Josie's cries of pleasure, her face contorting with another orgasm brought upon her by Zumba, who grunted as he thrusted into her.
As they all laughed at Armand's offer and Josie's cries, Maggie turned serious. "Wait, what?" she asked Willow, worried.
Willow appeared upset. "I didn't get fucked," she said as she rubbed her head.
Maggie was shocked. "Are you serious?" she asked skeptically.
"I was just busy with stuff," Willow complained. "I forgot."
"We can't let that happen," Maggie insisted. She looked over at Zumba, fucking Josie more aggressively than before. "Zumba, come here," she called out.
Zumba stopped what he was doing to look from Josie to Maggie. "Sorry," he whispered as he retreated and pulled back from Josie. He stepped over to the three women at the table. "It's Willow," Maggie told him, gesturing to the woman who was ready for sex.
Willow spread her legs and lifted her butt while leaning back in her chair.
"Are you ready?" Zumba asked her.
"Yes, please fuck me," Willow replied.
Maggie adjusted Willow's chair so she was facing Zumba. Zumba stepped closer, his dick still visible in his pants. He looked at Maggie with uncertainty. "It's to fix that you didn't get fucked," Maggie told him.
Willow seemed disappointed when she heard Maggie's words. "Really?" she asked crestfallen.
Maggie nodded sadly. "We can't leave you out of all the fun."
Maggie and Willow both glanced at Armand, who still stood some distance away, watching this all unfold. Eddie's stand-in bone was still hard after giving Josie pleasure. "She doesn't get left out," said Maggie.
"I'll help," offered Zumba, looking eager. He approached Willow, drew his dick out, and began to fuck her slowly at first and then picked up speed.
"How is it?" asked Maggie, watching Willow enjoy the experience.
Willow's response was silent, her face showing no pain or discomfort. "Much better, thank you," she said quietly.
Maggie smiled before shifting her attention back to Zumba and his pounding of Willow's pussy. Everyone laughed as they imagined them faking ignorance the next time they met the men outside.
Zumba picked up the pace and soon Willow's cries increased in volume and intensity. "I'm cumming," she cried out. Zumba matched her tempo to finish her off.
"Come on, just do it!" urged Willow. So he obliged, waiting at her back doorway for a brief moment before sinking inside her. "Yeah," she groaned in response to his entry. He continued to thrust, delighting his second lover in a very short amount of time and showcasing his formidable skills in anal sex.
Interestingly, Josie had moved close enough to see what was happening. "I wish it were still me," she remarked to Maggie. However, something about her body language hinted that she'd had enough for the night.
Meanwhile, Willow continued to grip onto the man's throbbing penis that was inside her.
Maggie turned her attention to the other man. "Your name is really Zumba, isn't it?" she inquired.
"That's what I use around here," he replied, focusing solely on pleasuring Willow. Her eyelids began to flutter rapidly, and she started to move about while grunting heavily.
Maggie couldn't resist teasing her friend. "You didn't think you were into anal sex much, did you?" she asked playfully.
Willow smiled despite the intense feeling, mumbling through her blissed-out state, "Well, perhaps... I... wasn't..." Before she could finish, she grunted out another orgasm.
*
Maggie met with her friend Michael at the sports center, and they enjoyed their drinks while still sweating from their intense volleyball match. The conversation turned to his romantic prospects. "Got any plans for Friday night?" she asked him. He only shook his head, indicating that it was too early. Maggie made him an offer, a warm smile on her face. "How about I take you somewhere?" she suggested kindly.
To be continued...?
