Sunday evening Steve and I went out for a drink at our favourite bar, the one we had previously met Tracy in, its nice and quiet, sometimes deserted, with lots of dark secluded nooks, which allow us to play around if we get the chance for fun.
Some of my former work colleague's occupied one of the secluded booths, calling us over when they spotted me, insisting on buying our drinks and making a fuss of me.
It was nice to catch up on all the gossip and news since my leaving for a new job several weeks before.
All of the guys were on the sales team, full of stories and bullshit of life on the road, out celebrating because they had secured a large contract, which in turn meant large bonuses, by the state of them they had drunken most of whatever they had earned already.
Mike, one of the sales managers, kept giving me sly little looks and when I said it was my turn to buy the drinks he insisted that he accompany me to the bar to help carry them over. Once we had placed our order he winked at me and said.
"I hear you enjoyed the temp work in the warehouse the other week."
He was obviously referring to my adventure, with three warehouse employees while doing some part time hours. I was being paid to stock take but let's just say that I was having too much fun to concentrate on my work. (
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He reassured me it wasn't the lads who had told him what had happened, but my friend Rachel who, being as sexually adventurous as myself, I had regaled with my erotic encounter over drinks, recommending she take a trip down to the warehouse for some no strings fun.
Rachel was a petite woman, blond, very slim in her mid thirties with an appetite for adventure that matched my own.
Apparently the other guys at the table had heard the story from her too and either didn't believe it or wished they had been there themselves.
This evening might not turn out as the quiet drink we had planned, all the guys were slightly drunk so it would be fun to tease a little without the danger it would get out of hand, besides Steve was there to keep them in line.
Mike had the idea of buying a bottle of Tequila and doing shots; one of the other guys Pete suggested making things more interesting with a game of truth or dare, starting one end of the table and working clockwise until everyone had a turn, downing a shot between each person's go.
Being the only girl in the group it was obvious that I was going to be targeted by most of the chaps.
The dares starting off silly for the first few rounds, with suggestions of Pete going to the bar with his shirt and tie on backwards to a couple of the guys dancing a waltz in front of the jukebox, then one of the guys, Barry, chose 'truth' for me and asked if the warehouse story was real or made up.
Leaning over the table so I was almost nose to nose with him I gave my best suggestive look and breathlessly said.
"All true, everything you heard...and more."
Leaning back he raised his glass to me and said.
"To the warehouse guys...the lucky bastards."
Everyone laughed and downed their shot, the game had moved on and the questions became ruder and ruder, some of the answers were plain bullshit as each of the guys tried to out do the other.
When it came to my turn I was expecting a 'truth, but instead got a dare.
Barry was the youngest of the group and by all accounts a cocky little git, said that he had a dare for me, when I told him it would have to wait as I really needed to pee he said, "Then the dare is to use the gents instead of the ladies."
He thought I would chicken out but making my way over to the toilets I paused by the gents so that he could get a good look then slowly pushed the door open and made my way inside.
There was only one fellow in there who I swear peed on his shoes as I walked past saying. "Don't forget to wash your hands."
When I returned to the table the guys all cheered, Steve said that he needed to go.
When he had left the table I asked the guys if they were up for a bet.
Everyone said that they were, telling them to each put a twenty on the table I told them the bet was that I could get Steve to taste my pussy right there in the pub.
With the warehouse story fresh in their minds and by the look of lust on their faces they were all picturing me splayed naked on the table giving them a right show.
Adding to the mystery I said that Steve would not even realise he was tasting pussy.
Puzzled as to how I would pull that off they all agreed the bet was on.
Picking up Steve's bottle of Coors I wiped the damp neck with a tissue reached under the table and slipped it under my skirt, eased the crotch of my thong to one side, rubbing the neck along my moist slit.
The cool bottle felt really good as I touched it to my pussy lips and it was all I could do not to give the show they had been expecting.
As I replaced the bottle on the table you could have heard a pin drop, all the guys guessed what I had just done because the neck of the bottle glistened with my juices. But none of them could really bring themselves to believe it had happened right there in front of them.
Steve came back settling back in his seat, taking a long drink from the bottle, he kind of paused and slowly moved the bottle away puzzled as to why all the guys were staring at him with stupid grins on their faces.
"What's up with you lot, what's happened?" He said, shooting a 'what have you done now' look in my direction.
They all started laughing and slapping him on the back, I put the money in my purse as Mike told him of the bet; Steve just shook his head, earning a playful slap from me as he said, "that explains why the beer tasted fishy."