The Coc and Tail Waitress 7

"Everybody out!" Cindy screamed as she entered the bar area. "We're being raided! Get going!" Customers stared at her in disbelief and didn't move.

"This isn't a joke!" I yelled. "It's real! Go! Go! Go!"

The waitresses set their drink trays on the nearest table and started running for the door. Then the customers realized the gravity of the matter and headed for the door too. About forty people jammed through the doorway pushing and shoving to get outside. Cindy and I got behind the crowd and urged them on. Outside ten cops wearing riot gear and holding batons laughed at the panic.

"Give me your cell phone!" Cindy said to me. I handed it to her without question. Quickly she punched in a number and held the phone up to her ear. She fought to control her breathing while she waited for her call to be answered.

"Good evening, Mayor Harrison," she said sweetly. "It's Cindy from the sports bar. Do you remember me?"

I held my ear next to the phone. "Of course I do," the mayor said.

"I'm sure you remember how I fucked you for free. I have a quick question for you. Why are we being raided?"

"As you know, it's an election year. I have to be seen as a law-and-order candidate to get reelected. I'm sorry to have to do that to you. Don't worry. I'll make sure you don't get any jail time."

"You are aware we have security cameras all around the bar, including that private room where you and I had so much fun."

The mayor hesitated. "What do you mean?"

"Don't worry, Mister Mayor. The recordings are all in a safe place, although I can get my hands on them in just a few minutes. Now you be a good boy and call off your dogs. If you don't, you might want to watch the morning news. The lead story will show you visiting me. The station will blur your beautiful cock, so you won't be embarrassed by having it seen all over the country. My face will be blurred along with my naked breasts, but your face won't be."

There was heavy breathing on the line. "You listen to me, you worthless little whore. The raid will occur as planned, and there is nothing you can do to stop it."

"Does your wife watch the morning news with you?"

"The judge will throw the book at you. You will spend the next year in prison."

"The station manager is also a friend of mine. He is much better on the stage than you are. You might also want to brief your daughter about the story so she can answer her friends' questions about her father tomorrow."

"You wouldn't dare do that to her."

"You only have about one minute to make your phone call. Use it wisely."

Cindy closed the phone and handed it to me.

"I hope your bluff works," I said.

"That wasn't a bluff," she said. "I forgot to tell you something. In addition to being whores, you and I are also porn stars."

Cindy and I crossed the street and watched the bar's door. A minute passed. No one came out or went in. Another minute went by. The police squad had not moved. Then Carl and Charlie came out. They talked for a couple minutes. We couldn't hear what they said. They shook hands. Carl went back inside. Charlie waved to the squad leader, and the officers went to their vehicle.

Charlie saw us and crossed the street to us. "I didn't know you had such important customers," he said.

"All of our customers are important," Cindy said.

"That's a good business philosophy. You will be happy to know I have strict orders to leave this establishment alone. Only the mayor can change that. If he isn't reelected, his successor could change that. I can't do anything about it."

"I'm sure Carl will allow some campaign posters on the property," I said. "There's no reason why we can't support him."

"He will be pleased to hear that," Charlie said.

Cindy and I went back inside to help Carl and Bob round up the abandoned drinks and put the tables and chairs back in order. A few late-night customers came in. Cindy served them their drinks and returned to the clean-up while they watched the golf game on the television screens.

Half an hour later, none other than Mayor Harrison came in. He walked straight up to Cindy and grabbed her arm. "Come on," he snarled. "You owe me." Carl slapped the bar hard. Harrison looked in the direction of the sound and released her arm.

"How do you figure I owe you something?" she asked.

"You're still in business."

"You won't be on television tomorrow morning. I think you owe me."

"Do you really think I'm stupid enough to believe you recorded us? I wasn't born yesterday."

Carl set his laptop computer on the end of the bar and entered a couple commands. "Cindy, do you remember the last time Mr. Harrison was here?"

"April thirtieth," she said.

Carl did a little more typing. "Mr. Mayor, you might enjoy seeing this." Harrison stepped over beside Carl. On the screen was the image of the naked Cindy straddling the hips of the naked mayor. She was holding his rigid cock in her hand. Carl pressed 'play' and she lowered herself taking his cock into her pussy. Both of their faces were obvious. After about twenty seconds, Carl stopped the video. "I can put this on the blank screen over the bar. I'm sure these guys would find it more interesting than a golf game."

"I'm sure they would," Harrison said very flustered. "What will it take to make this go away?"

"It never will. It is stored on several cloud servers around the world. You can't possibly find all of them. I can't find them."

"Do I have to live the rest of my life with this hanging over my head?"

Cindy put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Honey, nothing will change as long as we are left alone. Bring in your blood test every six months and you will be welcome on stage. There won't be any freebies anymore. That's all that will change." Her hand stroked his cock through his pants. "We lost a lot of revenue tonight because of you. I personally lost at least two sales." She squeezed his shaft as she spoke.

"I have to recruit a new bouncer and vet him," Carl said. "That's not as easy as it sounds."

"So, I'm now just another customer?" Harrison said.

"You're a man of the people," Cindy said, "in more ways than one." His breathing became deeper as Cindy continued to stroke his dick. "Let's go have some fun. It's only two hundred dollars."

"I don't have that much on me."

Cindy pulled her hand away. "I'll see if these guys want refills," she said as she walked away.

A woman entered and went straight to Carl and Harrison. "I thought I would find you here, Eugene," she said as she handed Carl a piece of paper.

Carl glanced at the paper. "You're good to go for six months," he said.

"Marsha, what are you doing here?" Harrison asked her.

"I heard the scanner too," she said. "I had to keep you from doing something stupid."

"Stupid? Like what?"

"Getting this place shut down. There are a few other places, too, you are going to leave alone. Believe it or not, convention businesses rely on prostitution to attract customers. This place is especially valuable because it is the only one in town that has a man to service women. I came here to be serviced, just like you did."

"I'm not sure I like this. We can service each other at home."

"You are campaigning on equal rights for women. If you can pay for sex, I can too. Stop being a damn hypocrite." Cindy came over to the three of us. "I have a great idea. Why don't we do a partner swap? We'll all be on the same bed. I'll fuck this handsome stud while you do her. How does that sound?"

"We will have to discuss it with Carl. Nothing like that has been done here before," Cindy said. She took me aside. We glanced at the Harrisons who were having an animated conversation. "What do you think?" she asked me softly. "We've watched each other separately. This would be our first time together."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "We never expected a couple to want us at the same time," I said. "It's being paid to be swingers. When I started being a whore last fall, you told me if I got paid, the customer got laid. Obviously, you follow the same rule."

"Then it should also apply to us as a couple? Is that what you are saying?"

"Basically, yes. Doing another couple would take longer than a one-on-one."

"That's true. Let's talk to Carl. We have to work out scheduling and pricing."

Bob gave the Harrisons each a drink while we haggled with Carl. After twenty minutes of discussion with Carl, we joined them at their table.

"Here's the deal," I began. "Carl has agreed subject to the following conditions. He needs time to market the show. He is setting aside a full hour Saturday night at ten. You will pay us five hundred dollars. Since this is something new, he expects an overflow crowd. It may be necessary to have more than one performance. Each one you take part in will cost you five hundred dollars. Any questions?"

"What do you mean by performances?" Marsha asked.

"People will be watching us through one-way mirrors," Eugene said. "They also record everything that happens in that room."

"I didn't know that," Marsha said. "They could easily blackmail you."

"They already have recordings of me fucking the girls, including two with Cindy. As long as I leave them alone, they will stay in business and leave us alone. As you pointed out, this place is good for the community as a whole."

"You make it sound like it's our civic duty."

"If you want to discuss it further," Cindy said, "we can wait for your decision. We aren't trying to force you into something you will regret later."

"Thank you," Marsha said. "We'll get back to your tomorrow."

As Carl predicted, we had an overflow crowd Saturday night. Even at fifty dollars per person, both auditoriums were full. There were more couples than usual in attendance. At ten, the four of us entered the anteroom. Cindy locked the door. "Do we undress here?" Marsha asked.

"You two go in first and start making out," I said as Cindy turned on the stage lights. "We will join you in a couple minutes."

"This is so scary," Marsha said, "and at the same time so exciting. Come on, Eugene, we can't keep the voters waiting."

"This has to be the most unusual campaign stunt ever," Eugene said.

I held the door open for the Harrisons to enter the stage room, then closed it behind them. Cindy giggled. "Campaign stunt?" she said. "I wonder how many people will recognize him."

"I'm sure he will win the swinging constituents. Mate swapping will probably increase." After three minutes, I opened the stage door a crack and peeked in. "They are both naked already. We have to slow them down."

The Harrisons looked at us as we entered the stage room. "Just watch us for a while," Cindy whispered.

Gently I placed my fingertips on Cindy's cheek and made eye contact with her. Our lips met softly in a lingering kiss. My hand rested on her bottom for a few seconds, then slowly caressed her back up to her neck. I moved the shoulder straps of her dress aside. She lowered her arms to allow the dress to drop to the floor. She sat on the foot of the bed. As I removed my shirt she unbuckled my belt. Because I never wore underwear to work, my cock sprang from its confines and pointed straight at her mouth.

Cindy wrapped her red lips around my cock. I felt something around my ankles. Looking down I saw Marsha working feverishly to get my shoes and socks off my feet and my pants from around my ankles. I felt Marsha's lips on my butt. She sucked hard on my ass cheeks trying to leave black welts on each one. Eugene knelt beside Cindy. She stroked his cock with one hand while continuing to blow me.

As if on cue, Marsha and Eugene laid side by side on the bed. Cindy sat on his mouth and bent over to suck his cock in the sixty-nine position. My face went between Marsha thighs. My tongue slid slowly up one pussy lip to her clit and back down the other one. Back up her slit I went to her clit where I stopped. I wrapped my lips around her nubbin and gently sucked while humming a bass pitch note. "Honey," Marsha moaned, "he's humming on me. He's better than my vibrator." She gasped when I raised the pitch to middle C. I went up another octave, then dropped back down to the bass range. "Do that again." I did the three notes again. Her vocalization became louder. Again, I hummed the notes. Her legs clamped on my head as her first orgasm flowed through her. I continued to hum. "Honey, look at the ceiling. They have a mirror up there. It is so hot seeing you eat her pussy. I can see his head between my legs. I'm going to cum again. Watch me cum in the mirror." Again, her legs immobilized my skull. Her hips shook so violently I feared a broken neck. "Eugene, did you see me cum? Is it time for fucking yet? I need to be fucked now!"

I rose up on my arms over Marsha and aimed my dick at her pussy. She grabbed my rod and led it to her opening. "Eugene," she said feverishly, "watch. He's putting his cock in me. He feels so good in there. Cindy, fuck him. I want to see his cock disappear inside you." Cindy got off Eugene, turned around to face him, straddled his cock, and lowered herself onto it. "You are completely inside her. I can't see any part of your cock." She reached over and grabbed Eugene's hand. "This is so exciting. I can't believe we are holding hands while fucking other people." Not to be outdone, I gave Cindy a long passionate kiss.

Slowly at first, Eugene began thrusting into Cindy. I started pumping Marsha. He propped his feet up for more leverage. He began using slow strokes to avoid cumming too soon. My pace with Marsha was slow too. Cindy's breathing gradually became deeper and faster as Eugene stepped up his pace. She put her hands on his chest for support as her passions rose to a fever pitch. Harder! Faster! His feet curled into fists. Cindy rose up off him as his first load of seed shot out onto his chest. When he finished cumming, she leaned forward and licked his man juice from his torso savoring every drop.

I increased my thrusting pace in Marsha. "Cum inside me," she whispered. "I have an IUD."

"The audience has to see me cum," I whispered back.

"I forgot about them. Make sure you finish me off."

Having just seen Cindy cum from Eugene fucking her, my arousal level was very high. Desperately, I held back cumming. Eugene rolled toward her and planted his mouth on hers in a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss while I pumped inside her. She became so hot she had to break the kiss to breathe. Just as I was about to cum, her pussy muscles contracted strongly enough to force me out of her. My ropes landed on her tummy and breasts. Eugene immediately began slurping up my cum.

Cindy and I sat back and watched Eugene slip his cock into his wife. They violently banged their hips together. Within a couple minutes, they both climaxed at the same moment. While they clinged together, I checked my watch. "It's time," I said. Cindy reached into the anteroom, turned off the stage lights, and grabbed clean pillowcases and a fresh sheet. "Come on, lovebirds. We have to get the set ready for the next show."

They both gawked at us. "Just like that?" Marsha said. "No afterglow? No talk about our fun together?"

"We have to stay on schedule," Cindy said as she put her dress on. "Get up and get dressed. The next couple start in five minutes." Reluctantly, they got off the bed and reached for their clothes. I grabbed the pillows and yanked them out of the covers while Cindy pulled the sheet off the bed. "Get moving. Eugene, you've been here before. You know the score." A minute later the bed was finished. I pulled on my shirt and pants and sat to put my socks and shoes on.

We four were greeted by a round of applause when we left the anteroom. Another waitress and her john went in and locked the door. I waved to the crowd. Cindy and I went to the bar. She picked up a drink tray while I went behind the bar and tied on an apron. "So, this is it?" Marsha said. "You fuck us, then go hustle drinks?"

"In there we are whores," Cindy said. "Out here I'm a cocktail waitress and he's a bartender. We have jobs to do. We had a lot of fun, but it's time for us to get back to work."

"Could you come to our house after you get off work?"

"We don't do outcalls," I said. "Conflict of interest. I'm sure Eugene understands that."

Carl joined us. Cindy picked up her tray and circulated around the tables. "How was it?" he asked.

"We had a great time," Eugene said. "I wouldn't mind doing it again."

I opened two bottles of beer for a waitress. "Are either of them married?" Marsha asked.

"They're married," Carl said.

"Does her husband know what he's doing?"

"You just fucked him.

"We're a team," I said.

"I want to do it again," Marsha said. "Knowing it was a real husband swap makes it even more exciting."

"Let me know when so I can put you on the schedule," Carl said.

The mayor was reelected.