Chapter 2: Getting What I Needed

When I got to the bar I saw there were about a half dozen or so cars parked outside. Actually they were all pickup trucks which gave me some insight as to the type of men who frequented the place. For just a moment I sat in my car with the engine off, contemplating what I was about to do. It was like for just a moment the vampire’s pull on me had been relaxed just enough to allow me to realize what I was about to do. God, I could be hurt or who knows what else! This was beyond stupid, it was flat out ridiculous. All I had to do was wait until morning and drive home. I was sure my dad would be waiting for me at the door, hard dick in hand, ready to welcome me home as only a father can. Why do this when my dad would be available in literally hours?

The struggle for my mind resumed and once again my pussy won out. It was all I could do to not just pull my jeans down and masturbate right there in the parking lot. Damn, I couldn’t remember EVER being THIS horny before! What had happened to me? It wasn’t like I’d woke up this way or anything. Something about tonight had triggered this inside of me, like a virus that had been activated by the proper code word and now was set upon driving me crazy if I didn’t satisfy the manic lust that it had created within me. Oh well, did it really matter WHY I was feeling this way? All that mattered to me at that moment was to respond and accept it, to satisfy it ... to get fucked!

As I walked to the front door I looked around and shuddered. It wasn’t exactly the type of neighborhood I’d grown up in, with all the nice middle-upper-class homes, well-lit brick streets, and pleasant neighbors. Without the moon it would have been pitch black except for the beer signs lit up in the window and the dilapidated sign out front with the bar name under a Pepsi logo. The parking lot wasn’t even paved and the exterior of the bar apparently hadn’t been painted, or received any other form of attention, since before I was born. Under any other conditions I wouldn’t have been caught dead here! Unfortunately, this was exactly the type of place I knew where I could go and get a guy quickly and with no questions asked.

Stepping inside, it was almost comical. It was like one of those cheesy westerns where the bad guy steps into the saloon and everyone stops whatever they’re doing and the place focuses on him. Indeed, that was me tonight. As soon as I opened the door every head turned to see who was violating their private little bar. As soon as they saw it was a girl, their faces went from sullen to eyes like saucers. Undoubtedly I was about the last thing they had ever expected to appear at the door this evening - or any other evening for that matter.

“You lost or something honey?” the bartender called out to me. Obviously he didn’t think that I would actually be entering here unless I was ut of options. Well, technically that was true!

“Noooooo,” I replied softly and innocently, “Why can’t I come in here?”

What I REALLY wanted to say was, “Anybody here want to fuck me?” but that would’ve been a little TOO forward, even in my current condition. Dropping my jacket and hanging it over my arm, I stepped up to the bar and took a seat on the stool. It felt a little odd as I had never actually been in a bar like this before. As I walked through the room it was like every pair of eyes in the place was staring at me with the majority either at my boobs or ass, which was perfectly OK with me.

“OK, what can I get ya?” the bartender asked.

“How about a Diet Coke?” I answered innocently.

The bartender laughed and shook his head. I knew he wanted to say something more but he held his tongue like a good bartender.

“Here, on the house,” he said with a grin as he set the glass in front of me. “So what brings you in here tonight anyway? You’re not exactly the type we get in here very often.”

“Oh? So just what type am I?” I teased him, letting my voice take on that little girl lilt to it that I knew men liked so much.

He didn’t have a chance to answer as I was drawing men like flies. Before I knew it, there was one seated on each side of me. The guy on the left was rather young and good looking, probably early twenties at most. To the right was an older guy, not THAT old but probably in his thirties at least. He was a little rougher looking, starting to bald and obviously hadn’t shaven since early morning. Both guys were wearing wedding rings, something a girl looks for instinctively when approached by a strange guy.

“Hi, I’m Simon,” the younger one started out, “So what’s a babe like you out alone tonight?

Well, so much for originality!

“Forget him,” the older one broke in, “You look like you need something and I’ve got it.”

He was patting his crotch and the bartender overheard him and saw what he was doing.

“Nice one Ryan,” he scolded him, rolling his eyes, “nothing like being a gentlemen. Be careful or I’ll tell Ruth on you!”

Any other time and I probably would have slapped this Ryan character but not tonight. I wasn’t in the mood for some drawn out repartee with a guy like Simon. Sure he was younger and better looking and his breath was undoubtedly more palatable as well, but I was looking for someone more direct and wasn’t in the mood at all to play games. I turned my back to Simon and gave my full attention to Ryan.

“That’s OK, I like a man who says what’s on his mind,” I said softly. The I looked down at his crotch where the creep was actually rubbing himself through his jeans! Oh well, why not?

“Looks like you have a lot of things on your mind,” I teased him, nodding to his crotch. Even with that he didn’t take his hand away. Well, you had to give him credit for chutzpah!

Ryan looked around and glared at the other guys who turned away and pretended to ignore what was happening at the bard. Obviously he was the alpha male in this wolf pack. Even the bartender moved away as if he didn’t want to be involved.

“Let’s stop fooling around,” he said in a conspiratorial tone, “You’re not a cop, are you?”

I was shocked at that one and I guess my reaction was answer enough for him.

“Don’t be offended, I was just checking. You know how it is.”

“Well, I’m NOT a cop or anything like that,” I said huffily.

“I didn’t think so - the cop whores aren’t as good looking as you anyway,” he continued, “So what’s it going to take?”

I looked at him with a blank stare. Damn, I wasn’t a whore! Was THAT what he thought I was?

“I’m NOT a prostitute,” I said firmly.

“Well, you’re obviously not here for the atmosphere,” he chuckled, reaching over to put his hand on my thigh. I didn’t make any move to resist him which he took for permission to move it up closer to my crotch where he started to squeeze and rub his hand over my leg.

“Can’t a girl just be looking for a drink?”

Ryan almost burst out laughing. “Yeah right, like you needed to come in here for a diet pop. I think somebody needs something a little more substantial.”

“Oh?” I replied naively, “And what would THAT be?

His hand suddenly moved forward and his fingers pushed against my crotch through my jeans. At the same time his other hand was rubbing his dick which had obviously grown under his jeans.

“Why don’t we go in back and I’ll show you.”

Well, there it was. Time to go for it or back away before it was too late. As crude and disgusting as he was, it WAS rather erotic in a way. It wasn’t like your typical boy-meets-girl where the two dance around their real feelings all night - or longer. He clearly wanted to fuck me and he wasn’t making any bones about it (no pun intended). Wasn’t that exactly what I had gone out looking for?

“Well, are you sure you can handle me?” I teased him some more.

“Baby, the question is, can you handle ME!” he retorted, obviously full of himself.

With that he got up and motioned for me to follow. He stopped by the bartender who was now at the end of the bar.

“Gimme the keys to the office,” Ryan demanded.

“I’m not supposed to let anyone in there,” the bartender resisted.

“God dammit, if you don’t give me these keys I’ll take them from your cold stiff fingers,” Ryan growled.

“Alright, alright, here,” the bartender gave in, handing over a key chain with a single key on it and a round tag attached by a string that I could just make out said “office” on it in dirty letters.

“Get in here,” Ryan said to me, apparently no longer caring who heard him or what they thought. I wondered if this was something he had done before or if it was all a show for his buddies. Something told me from the way he looked and acted that it was more bluff than anything. Had this been a frequent affair then he wouldn’t have needed to make such a demonstration.

Once inside he shut the door and turned on the light. It was a small room that smelled of stale beer and potato chips. The only furniture was an old wooden desk and a couple of chairs that had clearly seen better days. Ryan turned to me and leered at me like some drunken fool. Actually, I didn’t think he was all that dunk but rather just an idiot.

“Well?” he questioned me.

“What do you mean?” I responded, pretending to be confused.

“Shit, are you going to strip or what?”

It wasn’t as if I was having serious second thoughts, but it WAS a little faster than I’d even dreamed about when masturbating earlier. I needed a moment to get myself calmed down a little as my heart was racing like a beating drum.

“Who’s Ruth, anyway?” I asked.

“Fuck her,” he grumbled, “my old lady ... stupid bitch.”

If Ryan’s marriage had been all that good I doubted he would’ve been a regular at this bar but even so, he seemed almost ready to spit the words out when he mentioned her.

“Ah, so then you must fuck girls like me all the time then I take it?” I accused him as I started to unbutton my shirt.

“Yeah, lots of them,” he answered as his eyes were fixed on my chest as my cleavage was more exposed.

There was something in his tone that told me he was lying. Ryan was a blowhard and I had a good feeling that he’d never had the nerve to actually cheat on his wife. So why was he doing it now? Had he gone up to me and flirted, never expecting to actually score with a girl like me? Had I called his bluff? Would he go through with it?

I was naked by now, standing in front of him like a piece of meat being checked over by an FDA inspector. Actually, I felt quite comfortable considering the circumstances. He may have been an overweight boorish letch, but at the same time I was clearly the one in control no matter how much he may try to bluff. It was becoming more clear to me by the moment that he had never dreamed that I’d actually go through with this and if anything, his face was showing a little anxiety - at least in between the leering looks and lip-smacking.

“So ... what do you think,” I teased as I spun around in a circle with my arms over my head, lifting my boobs up tight and showing off my firm ass. I was proud of my body and not afraid to show it off. If anything, it made me feel good to see the approval in his eyes.

“Damn fuckin’ incredible,” he almost whispered. I would’ve been willing to bet this was the closest he’d been to a nude college girl in his entire life - he didn’t look like the type to have married a professional woman.

“Ever watch a girl masturbate?” I asked him with a sly grin on my face. I wanted to add, “besides in a porn video” but that would have been too much, even for this jerk.

He didn’t respond but the way his eyes popped open told me all I needed to know. I scooted up on the desk, pushing the papers and magazines away without worrying about the mess I made - who would have noticed anyway? Leaning back on one hand, I spread my legs for him and started to run my fingers lightly over my crotch. My fingertips gently traced their way over my smooth shaved crotch, moving around my pussy without actually touching it.

“I bet Ruth’s pussy doesn’t look like this,” I taunted him.

“You can say THAT again,” he practically blurted out before he had time to think of it. He was breathing heavily and he was so fixated on my pussy that he wasn’t even rubbing himself through his jeans anymore. The bulge there, though, told me he didn’t need to touch it to make it any bigger!

“Now watch me play with myself,” I encouraged him, as if THAT was necessary. I pressed my middle finger into the folds of my pussy and reached down to my hole and pressed it inside of me as far as I could.

“God that feels so good,” I sighed.

Indeed it did. There was something about him watching me that was like adding gasoline to a fire, making my pussy almost feel like it was burning with pleasure as my finger stroked in and out of me. I was masturbating for HIM, not me, and I knew full well that men loved to see a girl put her fingers up her pussy so I ignored my starving clit for the moment and concentrated on fucking myself.

“Mmmmmmm, I love the way your jeans are bulging Ryan,” I sighed again, “When are you gonna show me what you’re hiding in there?

Ryan took the hint and unbuckled his belt. His jeans were tight, probably a couple sizes too small at least thanks to what was probably an ever increasing waist line. As he dropped his pants and dirty underwear, I couldn’t help but wonder when the last time he looked down and actually saw his dick? I put away the thoughts of his bulging stomach and man tits as his hard cock came into view. Who cared if he was bald, overweight, and generally as uncouth as they come? He had the one thing that mattered to me the most at this moment - a wonderfully hard cock surrounded by a literal forest of thick, stiff pubic hair. Mmmmmmm! God, I HAD to have it.

No sooner had he stepped out of his pants and shorts than I was off the desk and on my knees in front of him. This was no time for a show, I wanted that dick - NOW! Grabbing it by the base to steady him, I leaned forward and took his dick in my mouth. God he tasted wonderful! Sure he needed a shower - badly, but that didn’t take away from the unmistakable scent of his male musk, generated by his intense lust for me. His swollen cock head was nice and large, no marks or weird angles that some cocks seems to have. He felt so warm and smooth in my mouth, like a warm sausage fresh from the oven. After a few head bobs I let his cock drop from my mouth and looked up at him.