Walking out of the men's room she looked around to check no one noticed her. In the time she had spent sucking a stranger off in the toilet, the bar had got a lot busier. There were hardly any seats left and the air was full of buzz. Walking back nervously to her previous seat at the bar, she saw Mr Suit sitting at a table with a pretty blonde girl. She smiled to herself knowing that she'd only need to gesture with her finger in the right way and he'd leave the girl; abandon her right there. Just for another taste of what Zoe could offer.
But that wasn't the plan for tonight. Her pussy throbbed. The orgasm had been good but she knew that really she needed to be fucked. What she really wanted from the evening was for that fragment from her past to fuck her. Fuck her like only he could. But she wouldd only be allowed that if she played along for the whole game.
So Zoe returned to her previous seat at the bar. There were more bartenders on duty now so she got served a new Cosmopolitan by one that didn't recognise her. She turned to her phone and sent a text: when can I see you? There was no response and she nervously worked her way through the drink. The dildo in her pussy had gone silent ever since she had cum and she was worried she had done something wrong. She thought about how this was the only man who really had power over her. As she'd demonstrated a moment ago, most men were her playthings; even her boyfriend was really not able to tell her what to do. But this man, this ghost from a long time ago, was the one that she needed instruction from. The one who's approval she longed for.
At last, as if he could read her thoughts, her phone beeped. Patience. Just wait for 10.... was all it said. She didn't know what he meant until a few seconds later another text came through: nine. The countdown continued until, just as it expired, the door of the bar burst open.
A group of four guys walked in. They were mid twenties, black guys. They were all very fit and obviously knew it. They were used to being looked at and being the centre of attention. Even without prompting, Zoe knew the role she was going to play in this game. As every other girl in the room turned towards them and looked them up and down (Mr Suit's pretty blonde included), Zoe looked bored and turned to the two college guys next to her.
They were both moderately good looking without being exceptional, dressed in jeans and plain shirts. Obviously surprised at her striking up a conversation, they stumbled over introductions for a moment but it didn't take long to work out they were Josh and Chris. Studying chemistry at the local collage they'd just come out for a quick drink. Both claimed they were single. As a reward for ignoring the obvious targets, Zoe finally felt the dildo switch on again and gentle warmth fill her sopping pussy.
Zoe heard the volume of the crowd peaking a little behind herself and knew the bar's new entrants were walking through, drawing comments and looks from the crowd as they did. She felt the eye of one or more of them fix on her as she studiously ignored them. Instead she paid attention to Josh, laughing at his rather boring jokes and lightly touching his elbow at occasional moments. She knew she might be the only girl not looking at the, admittedly gorgeous, black guys working the room.
The air pressure behind Zoe changed as they pushed towards the bar. Josh started looking a bit nervous and she guessed they must be watching the pair of them. Her phone gave her more information: Oh you're really winding them up now. They're used to naughty little white girls like you falling all over them. How dare you keep chatting to that boring geek. They're not going to let you get away with that.
She laughed silently and have Josh her most winning smile, leaning forward to kiss him. Her hand snaked around the back of his neck and pulled his lips towards her own. They touched and she felt him trembling as they shared warmth, their lips exploring each other. Her tongue snaked out and pushed between his teeth, moaning softly as the kiss deepened. As her body responded automatically and predictably, she contemplated how naughty this scenario was. She was kissing a complete stranger just to make a group of other strangers jealous, on the tacit instruction of a guy she used to know.
Then why did it feel so damn good?
Josh's hand rested on her bare knee now, just below the hem of our dress. She moaned into the kiss then pulled away to take a sip of her drink. As she picked it up she glanced left and saw one of the black guys watching her. Inadvertently she made eye contact and he smiled, "hi," he said, keeping eye contact throughout. Zoe tried to avoid smiling back but he was very good looking and she felt a little lost in his eyes. The throbbing in her pussy intensified and she wasn't sure if it was the vibrator, the glint in his eye or Josh's hand pushing up her thigh a little further.
"I'm TJ, how about you and me get out of here," said the black guy. Zoe loved how he didn't even bother asking her name. That arrogance, that confidence in the way he held himself and the certainty he had that she would just fall over him and ditch Josh. He was very nearly right but Zoe was playing a different game. There was something a little more she wanted to provoke in him.
"Ummm, no thanks."
