Plunder
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2026 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: The bar presents difficulties for the photographer whose job it is to create publicity pictures. The model presents none of these difficulties. Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Illustrated .
It was an old place, the bar on 4th Street, dating from the 30s someone said, and the new owners admitted they weren’t through with the refurb, far from it, but they wanted some publicity photos, and since I was the friend of the girlfriend of one of the owners, and she knew I worked in the photo industry, she suggested me for the job.
“They want to call this place Plunder,” she told me, after unlocking the back door early that Sunday morning. “Seems like an odd name, doesn’t it? But who am I to question why?”
I agreed about the name. And I couldn’t really see what sort of pictures would properly publicize the new bar, though there was a tall bar stool in pretty good shape. I took a few dozen shots. The strong sunlight coming in from a side window was nice, but I couldn’t really see how such pictures would work as publicity. Done with that, I said, “Maybe some picture of you. Just to commemorate ... whatever.”
“Sure,” she said. “Commemorate me.”
“Maybe you sitting on the bar stool,” I suggested.
“Sipping on a cocktail,” she said. “Or at least a cold beer.”
We laughed because there was neither beer nor cocktail to be had.
“I guess we’ll just have to make do,” she said, and I was surprised when she tugged open her blouse and a moment later lifted her skirt.
“What are you waiting for—take me,” she said.
After setting her glasses to the side, she sat on the bar stool. “This is fun,” she said. “Kind of sexy, too. Is there enough light so you can see my puss?”
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