Kelli was horny. On the previous Monday, after a whole weekend of some great carnal activity, she felt happy and satisfied but, for the next four days, her desire for some hot sex had steadily been growing, reaching a peak on Friday afternoon. It was actually a pleasant and anticipatory feeling because, when work ended on Friday, she knew exactly how she could and would alleviate the condition, and without using any of her toys.
Her collection of dildos and vibrators would do for temporary relief, but what she really needed was a man's tongue and/or cock. A woman's mouth and strapon could do the same thing, of course, and sometimes Kelli decided to go that route but, on this Friday night, she wanted a man or two or three.
She knew where to find him, or them. Just a few blocks from where she lived was a very successful establishment named Joe's Bar. Some called it a "meet market", and some called it a "meat market". Either spelling was properly descriptive of what went on among the patrons there.
The bar was in a two story building, and the reason for its popularity was that when two people, sometimes more, met there and lust flourished between them, they didn't have to answer the age-old question: "My place or yours?" The upper floor was one large room divided into ten cubicles, each of them lighted by an overhead fluorescent light. Every cubicle was furnished with a double mattress on the floor so those amorous people could, for a nominal charge, make it "Joe's place."
There were drawbacks, of course. The cubicles were lacking in privacy, not even having doors, but that wasn't such a big negative, and a lot of patrons considered it to be one of the place's best features. Everybody who went to the second floor did so for the same reason, like attendees at an orgy, so most people paid little or no attention to other couples or groups. In fact, hearing sounds of joy from people in neighboring cubicles would usually increase the pleasure of everybody else who was there.
There were few rules. The most rigid was that nobody could be taken upstairs against his or her will, and that included a person who was too drunk to give consent. Prostitution was supposed to be discouraged, and known hookers were barred but, if a working girl occasionally sneaked in and plied her trade, nobody got hurt.
Kelli walked to Joe's Bar and entered, with confidence. She was certain her looks, combined with her reputation as a hotsy who loved good sex would quickly attract an eager partner or two. Her height was a good compromise between tall and short, and her long, dark hair appealed to most men. Kelli's face was pretty enough, with big, soft brown eyes and generous features, but it was her succulent body that would be the main attraction for men or for women who swung that way.
Fashion designers, who don't know any better, might have described her as fat, but potential partners who wanted sex would call her "just right." Kelli's large, natural bosom, curvaceous ass and well-padded hips were what most men lusted for. Her breasts were especially provocative, because there was no bra under her clingy jersey, and they swayed whenever she moved. She was just as naked under her short, tight skirt, but nobody would know that, until she showed them, by bending over or after they got upstairs and one or more of the men undressed her. Kelli didn't much believe in wasting any more time than she could help in removing her clothing when those same minutes could be so much better spent in fucking or sucking or doing other fun things.
As was her usual habit, she paid for her first over-priced, watered-down drink. Nobody cared that the drinks were expensive and of poor quality because they didn't go to Joe's Bar for the purpose of drinking anyhow. The price was looked on as an admission charge, and the drink was just something for a patron to hold while looking for or choosing his or her sex partner. As she sipped, Kelli looked around. As usual, there were more men than women, a fact that delighted her, because she expected to be easily able to attract the men she wanted, and have a great time.
A few minutes after she arrived, the bartender brought over another drink, this one even weaker than the first. "Compliments of the two gentlemen over there," he informed her, pointing in the direction of the end of the bar.
When Kelli looked in that direction, two young men raised their glasses to her in salute. They were both reasonably good looking, and she saw no reason to be picky. The two men were probably as good as she would find there, and her horniness was making itself known to her, and maybe others. She raised the second glass to salute them back, and they walked over and one stood on either side of her. Kelli hoped she would not be expected to choose between them. What she really wanted was both men at once.
"I'm Kelli," she said, glancing back and forth between the two men. "Thanks for the drink." There didn't seem to be a lot to choose between them. They were both young, Caucasian, healthy appearing men, and either of looked to be capable of taking care of her needs.
"I'm Bill," the shorter man replied. He was rather stocky, had thinning, light brown hair and regular facial features.
"My name is Harry," his darker haired companion added. He was rather slender and had sharp features. "Do you come here often?"
"Only when I want a good time. Like tonight." There wasn't an ounce of coyness in Kelli's body. She wanted to go upstairs to one of the cubicles with the two men, and had no intention of pretending anything else. "Do you guys think you can give me a good time?"
Not wanting to take any risk of being misunderstood, she reached out to the crotches of both men at once. Neither of them had an erection but, after a few seconds of fondling, Kelli could feel both cocks stirring, and both of them seemed more than adequate to do what she wanted. Their response was what she hoped for too. Bill and Harry moved in closer, reached out to take a handful of her succulent ass and both of them were surprised at finding another hand there. Kelli quickly spoke up to them both, very much wanting to avoid any undue possessiveness on anybody's part.