Many thanks to Literotica author 'englander1961' for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Thanks to Literotica author 'KY ridgerunner' for the stories that planted the idea in my head months ago. A belated and much overdue thanks to John Hasty for his peerless editing. Bounteous thanks to Kevin for his incredibly thorough critiquing and voluminous notes.
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Upon returning to the Omni, the bar called to them loudly, so they sauntered in. Margo had taken Carol's leash and with it in hand, walked up to the manager, Mrs. Reynolds, who was standing in a corner, surveying the rather light Sunday night crowd.
"Mrs. Reynolds, is it? Yes, Mrs. Reynolds, is our section available?"
The woman paused only slightly. "Yes ma'am, it's available. May I assume you wish it lit as it was last night?"
"Yes, exactly as it was last night... one more thing, is that delightful waitress we had last evening... Jessica... is Jessica on duty this evening?"
"No ma'am, she has the night off."
"Would you be a dear and call her in to work? We'd really prefer her to serve us."
"Uh... that's quite irregular..."
"Oh well then, I suppose we can go drink somewhere else..."
"But certainly not impossible... I'll call her and see if she wants to come in."
"Tell her there's at least a two hundred dollar tip if she does."
"I'm sure she'll be here with bells on, ma'am. Is there anything I can have sent in to you in the meantime?"
"No, we'll wait for her. Have her hurry, please. And no one else should disturb us."
"Yes ma'am."
The group walked into the back area of the bar as the lights were cut and Mrs. Reynolds herself roped it off, hanging the 'Private Party' sign on the rope.
Eddy looked at Margo with a smirk. "Well ain't you little Miss All That?"
"That's Mrs. All That to you, Eddy, and yes, I damn well am. We just need to make sure to drop enough on our bar tab, even if we don't drink everything we order, to soothe Mrs. Reynolds this evening."
Eddy and Tamara went off to a booth in the corner where they sat together, quietly talking and touching.
Margo sat down at one of the tables in the section and pulled Carol onto her lap. "So Little Cunt, you have a choice. Where do you want to be punished? Here, in a semi-exposed place, or in the safety of the room?"
Carol whimpered softly. "Here, please Madam. Here would be lovely."
"That's fine. Tell me what you want to drink so when Jessica comes by you won't have to stop to give her your drink order."
"Uh, two shots of Goldshlager should be fine for now, and help with the bar tab too Madam. And please don't forget, large glasses of water for everyone."
"Fine," Margo said as she gently prodded Carol to her feet. "Harry, would you be so kind as to pull that table out of that booth over there? Let's see if I can get comfortable here with enough room for Little Cunt to lay on the bench with that ass of hers in the proper position for you. If I can't, this may have to wait until the room no matter what any of us want."
As she positioned her body on the bench seat of the deep booth, it became obvious that the positioning wasn't going to work.
"Maybe I can help with that," Kelly said. "Scoot forward, let me get behind you... there... thank God these are some deep bench seats... even so we're both gonna have one foot on the floor."
With Kelly behind her, the positioning was almost perfect and Margo's panty-clad crotch was exposed, her long skirt hiked up and out of the way. Margo raised her butt and Carol slipped her panties down and off.
"Time to get started... bare your ass, Little Cunt. Harry, bring a chair, I think you're going to be busy for awhile. As sore as I am, an orgasm might be a little hard for me tonight and that's going to be hard on someone's bottom."
Carol kicked off her sandals, dropped her pants and panties and lay down on the bench, her bare ass in front of Harry. He picked up her legs and scooted his knees underneath her thighs so that she lay across the bench and then him.
"Begin," Margo said.
Carol's tongue began to lovingly caress every fold and crevice of Margo's cunt as Harry started striking her bottom, crisply and firmly, first one cheek and then the other.
Kelly moved Margo's hair out of the way and began to kiss her neck while caressing her sides.
"Umm, what do you think you're doing? I mean, it feels lovely, but this wasn't part of the arrangement."
"Neither was you being sore," Kelly murmured in her ear, "I'm just helping to level the playing field."
"Princess, you stop that right this minute!" Margo snapped.
"Oh no, Big Mama, 'Princess' isn't in the building right now. This is Kelly back here and I do what I damn well want to... and right now, if I had my way, I'd have you on your stomach, pillows under your middle, that beautiful ass of yours in the air. I'd be stabbing your cunt with that blue dildo of yours." She lowered her voice into her most animalistic purring growl. "And I'd be thrusting my tongue in and out of your ass so hard, you'd be whimpering and begging for me to strap something on and do you."
"Umm hmmm," moaned Margo as her body writhed in time with Kelly's caresses, Carol's tongue and Harry's swats.
