Chapter 5: The Experiment
The two young women strode into the bar, arm in arm, and every head in the room swiveled to watch them.
The brunette was tall and slender, statuesque, with a long brown pony tail, bouncing jauntily behind her skull. The blonde was short and plump, pear shaped, but with a carnality that none could fail to perceive. They had their arms about each others' waists, squirming their bodies against each other with an undeniable sexuality.
They walked up to the bar and seated themselves upon a pair of adjacent stools. The brunette ordered two Cosmos. They giggled and cuddled as the bartender mixed their drinks, cooing and laughing with each other. Everyone else in the bar watched in anticipation, wondering what would happen next.
The drinks arrived, pink perfection strained out into the matching conical martini glasses. The blonde and the brunette lifted their glasses, stared into each other's eyes, and clinked them together. They took one sip each, then set their glasses aside, and continued to lock gazes, preparing to lock lips as well. The spectators in the room held their collective breath, sensing the palpable passion between the two.
Their mouths approached, slowly, hesitatingly, lips parted and glistening. They approached, retreated, glanced and danced, and approached each other again. They brushed their lips lightly against each other, lightly flicked tongues and looked sideways into each other's eyes. They put their arms around each other's shoulders, they giggled, and then they finally, lovingly, planted their lips together in a long, loud, loving, slurping smooch.
Then their arms were around each others' shoulders and waists, constantly moving and caressing each other through the tactile fabric of their tops. Their hips were undulating as their groins sought to gain contact with each other across the short gap between their bar stools. Their moist, glistening lips brushed and glanced against each other, and their tongues jousted. The smacking sounds of their saliva and the suction of their mouths echoed through the charged atmosphere of the bar. They were the best drama to entertain the room in months.
Raymond, a stockbroker, was sitting several stools down the bar from the Sapphic pair. He stared unabashed at their lewd lesbian osculating. His mouth was open, his drink on its coaster, forgotten. His cock was as stiff as a number nine re-bar in his pants. On the other end of the bar, sitting transfixed on his stool, was a lawyer named Lenny. Lenny shifted uneasily on his bar stool, trying to ease the pressure of his turgid member in his Dockers. Each stool of the bar contained a male patron who was hot and bothered by the unabashed sexuality of these two wanton wenches, smooching and caressing in plain view of the rest of the customers.
The brunette placed both of her hands on the blonde's boobs, blatantly massaged them and kneaded them, and clamped her mouth on her friend's neck, nibbling at her jugular and nipping at her shoulder blade. The blonde threw her head back and reveled in the sensual attention. After a few minutes, the blonde leaned forward and snaked her tongue into the brunette's ear, tracing it around the folds and rivulets of the lobe and the caverns of the ear canal. The brunette squirmed with pleasure, her shapely bosom heaving with passion. The men of the room loosened their ties and wiped their brows with their bar napkins.
All eyes were on the horny, rutting pair of squirming, cuddling, gnawing, gnashing women, wondering where this was heading. Just when they thought they could take no more, the women pulled back from each other and hopped off their bar stools. The walked in opposite directions down the length of the bar. The blonde walked up to Raymond, the stockbroker, grabbed him by his necktie, and whispered in his ear.
"I'll give you a hand job for twenty dollars," she said, and stared into his eyes. Raymond didn't talk, didn't negotiate, didn't even think. He popped up off his bar stool like a jack-in-the-box and followed the short, plump blonde toward the ladies' room.
Meanwhile, the brunette had approached Lenny the lawyer on the other end of the bar. His erection was close to piercing a hole in the fly of his Dockers. She leaned close and licked his ear, and whispered, "I'll give you a hand job for twenty dollars." Lenny followed her in a trance to the men's room.
All of this activity was occurring in a bar called Bombay's. It was near the airport, and was always crowded with businessmen. Nancy, the short plump blonde, and Brandi, the tall slender brunette, had never worked here before, but they had checked it out a few days earlier. They figured that it would be a good place to expand their hand job trade. They both had regular Friday and Saturday night bars to work, but they wanted to expand their business to Thursday nights as well. Bombay's was known for its busy businessman trade on Thursdays. They had arrived a few hours before the crowd, and hung "out of order" signs on one stall each in the men's and ladies' rooms, to reserve them for performing hand jobs. Then they left and had a light meal at a nearby diner, waiting to make their entrance after the bar had filled up with the evening's patrons.
The lesbian act was just their ploy to get their potential clientele worked up into a churning frenzy. They weren't really lesbians, although Brandi, the brunette, had had a few girl-on-girl experiences in the past. The only purpose of the face sucking and hugging was to drum up business and get the men needful for the hand jobs that they intended to sell. It worked like a charm!
Nancy took Raymond into the ladies' room and sat him down on the lid of the toilet in the "out of order" stall after unbuckling his trousers and lowering them to his ankles. She kneeled down on the tile floor in front of him and unbuttoned her cotton blouse, peeling it open. She opened the front clasp of her bra and pushed it aside as well, exposing her small, conical breasts. She pulled Raymond's already-swelling cock into her cleavage, and pressed her boobies against it with her hands, rising and falling from her knees to tenderly stroke him against her soft milky white tit-flesh.
"I love your cock, Raymond," Nancy said to him, in her sultriest voice. She knew well the power of a woman's voice over a man's libido. "I can't wait to feel you cum all over my boobs. I'm not letting you leave this stall until I have a huge load of your pearly white cum all over my titties." She bounced up and down, up and down, as her creamy, pillowy boobs caressed and engulfed his throbbing cock. Raymond stared at her fingers and boobs as they engulfed his turgid member, teasing it and stroking it to perfection.
Nancy leaned back, letting Raymond's cock pop out of her cleavage. She held its base in her left hand, and traced the tip of her right index finger all over its tip; she slid the smooth pad of her digit all over the cock head, the shaft, the sensitive triangle below the head, and all over his straining manhood. She traced out complex stimulating patterns all over his cock, confusing and dazzling his mind, which could never predict where her finger would go next. He had no idea that she was merely tracing the alphabet on his cock head, a simple trick that none of her customers ever figured out.
