Chapter 6

The pub was smoky due to the reluctance of the patrons from abstaining from their cigarettes and pipes. Of course, it was against the law, but laws being laws, enforcement was the name of the game.

The thick dark beer was on tap and the whiskey was smooth and deceptively powerful changing attitudes and personalities on the spur of the moment.

Danny was a practiced drinker, but she carefully nursed her beer with careful encircling hands like a baby needing tending. Her host mother Coleen was in her element showing a flash of youthfulness in her tight skirt and low bosomed top. She was encouraged by the fact that she seemed to fit into the crowd with blended finesse not drawing any stares from dubious looking characters and only the occasional pinch of her ass which she accepted as a cultural fact of life. She kept her unnecessary glasses on her nose because they took the edge off her sexy figure that she kept well hidden under her loose fitting garments.

She sat crushed next to Coleen on the wooden bench and saw the man on her other side grope her inside legs with familiar disregard for the fact she was a married woman. It was different than most of the other bars back home where the men outnumbered the females about 2 or 3 to one. It seemed that the females were in the majority and all looking for much wanted attention to their physical needs rather than the booze or the music that attracted the men.

She suspected it was an Irish thing where the pub was sort of a sanctuary for lost souls all seeking a bit of fun and adventure not found at home or at work where the norms of behavior were still old-fashioned and far too strict for their hedonistic needs.

An older gent sat next to her, and he pressed his warm thigh on hers with demanding pressure. She did her best to ignore the body heat, but she was unexpectedly aroused by the carnal closeness despite her desire to be placid and in control. She looked sideways at him and discovered he was an attractive male despite his obvious advanced years, he had good teeth and an air of mature confidence lacking in the younger males swilling down the beer with relish.

Mrs. Murphy bent over and welcomed him and introduced him to Danny.

“This is Mister Moran, the publican that owns this establishment, dear. Shamus, this is Danny Doyle, the exchange student I told you about. She is a good Irish girl and not to be considered American by any of you boys as a foreigner or outsider. She plays the fiddle and speaks Gaelic like a native, so watch your language.”

Danny felt her heart skip a beat because she hadn’t expected Shamus Moran her intended target to be so handsome. The fact that the DIA had precious few photos of the IRA leader left her at a loss to take it in and stay on her balance with her emotions.

“Mister Moran, it is happy I am to meet your acquaintance. I was hoping to play the fiddle a little bit this evening if you have any openings on your amateur program for the evening’s entertainment.”

The man gave her a dazzling smile and she felt her pussy tingle at the thought of his lips on her pussy lips to give her a taste of oral satisfaction that she would be obliged to return with her own mouth to return the favor. That thought caused her female juices to spurt out drenching her undies with the scent of a female in heat and she hoped it was hidden by the crush of people around them.

When it came time for her to tale the stage, her nervousness floated away, and she played sweeter than she had ever played before.

Even the tough gunmen shed a few tears at her rendition of “Danny Boy”.

Danny was giddy with her emotions and she knew she needed something hard between her legs. Right at the moment the most proximate male with potential was Shamus Moran, but she knew that in all the rules of protocol she should avoid getting into a physical relationship with her target.

The girl with a boy’s name thought it over carefully and decided it was probably permissible to allow the man to take her anally and maybe even a token blow job if he did a good job on her needy bottom.

When he suggested she come up to his quarters upstairs, she pretended to be a little intoxicated, at least to the point of hanging onto his sturdy shoulder on the way up the stairs. She knew that Coleen was throwing her a knowing glance as her bum wiggled all the way up the stairs in the firm grip of the IRA leader with a lust-laden gleam in his eyes leading her to her anal destruction.

She went limp on top of his bed and allowed him to remove her knickers hoping he didn’t realize she was on the verge of busting out laughing at his fumbling attempts to pull them off her legs. She restrained herself from helping with that task keeping up her pretense at being under the influence of too much booze.

When the passionate Irishman dropped his trousers, she was amazed at the size of his tempting erection. She wanted to suck it up into her mouth but stayed passive and let him do all the work of getting her positioned for a good old fashioned fucking with a happy ending promised at the end of the journey.