Remember to always tip the bartender [MF] [oral] [exh]

“Can I have another? Also a whiskey, please.” Jess lifted her mostly empty amber bottle signifying she was almost done.

“You got it,” replied Brandon, Jess’ current purveyor of booze.

Jess, the CFO, well former CFO at ALiGN, lost her job today when after going public, stocks plummeted, a lot of turnover occurred and a scapegoat was needed. She was told today to leave with a severance package and best of luck.

“Maybe a little liquid luck will turn things around” bemoaned Jess to seemingly no one.

“You know it’s 9:30 on a Tuesday in a dive bar, I don’t know what luck you are looking for, but it’s certainly not a victory here.” Brandon, the bartender and owner of the bar had to cover to Lexi the usual bartender for the night. Brandon spent most nights at home running reports and ordering for the next couple of days. “You know, we don’t have many folks in here in suits, never mind women in suits. In fact we don’t have many women.”

“Well consider yourself lucky.”

“Hey slut. Yeah you. The one in the suit. Show us your tits. Do it!” The brash comment came from the corner from a guy who looked like Cheetos and beer were his main form of nutrition.

“Let me give you a tip, probably not smart to do.”

Jess put her hand on Brandon’s briefly and replied, “I’ll give you my tip. Okay. That sounded better in my head.”

“Hey dickhead, you got my next round?”

“Yeah, I can do that. Bar keep. The cheapest beer and bourbon.”

“That new craft you just tapped and a Jameson please.”

Jess slunk off her suit jacket and unbuttoned her white blouse. Underneath was a muted pink bra that just happened to clasp in the front. She un did the clasp, releasing them. Out come her nice tear shaped breasts, with a light pink areola and an erect nipple. “Now pay my round, dick.”
She buttoned up, pleased with the fact that she just saved herself more money.

“You know exhibitionism is not really tolerated around here. Next thing I knock, Mick over there will be swinging his cock around.” Brandon stated as he was pouring her drink.

“I don’t see you complaining. Fine officer, hic, handcuff me and put away the key I’ve been a baaaaaaad girl.” Jess leaned over exposing her cleavage as she misbuttoned her shirt and fluffed our her lion’s mane.

“Oooookay this is your last one and I’ll get you a cab. You’ve had enough.” Brandon, trying to be professional and sweet was seeing a woman in distress and was not going to take the bait.

“Mmmm. Let me suck your dick.”

“E-e-excuse me?”

“Let me suck your dick. I saw you looking at my tits. It’s only fair I see that chocolate dick. They’re supposed to be big, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll just let you come over here and make my black snake moan.” He laughed appreciating the ridiculousness of that statement.

“Come on. I’m the only one at the bar. Let me see.” At this time she was rubbing her breast through the misbuttoned hole in her shirt. “Just a peek?”

Brandon sighed and backed up. He knew she would cause a bigger problem if he did not oblige, to an extent. He unbuckled his pants, unzipped the zipper and showed her briefly him in his boxers.

“Oh for fucks sake, I’m going to come back there and find out for my own.” With this she noticed that his cock twitched, excited at the notion that she would. “See! He wants it too!”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fine.” He pulled down his pants briefly, exposing his semi-erect cock, more thick than long, but certainly a challenge.

“Mmmm oh god. I’m coming back there.”

Before he knew it, Jess snuck behind the bar without anyone seeing her. She got on her knees, effectively soaking her skirt from the water runoff from the ice. Jess reached down and pulled his cock out. “Nice. And. Thick.” She began licking the tip of Brandon’s cock, waiting for it to respond further. He responds accordingly. She felt it get deeper in her throat. Her oxygen supply diminished with each thrust in her mouth. She felt woozy from the booze and the fact that his cock was suffocating her. But it tasted so good. She could taste the musky pre-cum and smell the maniless radiating off of him. She did not care what Brandon was doing. In fact, he was trying to keep composure, but she frankly did not care.

Feeling the effects of the hypoxia, her eyes started to roll in the back of her head. “Focus Jess. Focus on that delicious cock.” She pulled it out and stroked up and down, twisting her wrist each time. The precum and saliva made the perfect lube. “Oh good idea!” She grabbed an ice chunk and shoved his cock back in her mouth. The cold made Brandon jump backward, but the dichotomy of hot and cold brought him to the edge. She knew he was going to cum and with a guttural grunt, she had won. She felt each paroxysm and then him go limp. She looked up, spinning the ice chips in her mouth, covered in cum.

She snuck back around to her barstool and put back on her suit jacket, pleased with her work. “So you say you’re here during the days? Well since I don’t have a job anymore, maybe I need to become a regular.”

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