My girlfriend came over tonight and we got all slutted up to go to the bar. I mean we pulled out the stops, put on the ‘fuck me’ boots and got ourselves dolled up to turn heads. We have a rule, I buy the first round, she buys the second and after that we don’t pay anymore. In order to pull it off, you have to bat those eyelashes, bend over to pick up the odd dropped napkin and smile a lot. The miniskirt and fishnet stockings obviously help too.

We got to the local dive bar around 9:00 and cased the place right away. There were some girls there but they looked ready to leave. This was going to be a cakewalk. It was a sausagefest all the way. We took two empty seats between two equally empty and lonely looking gentlemen. The one next to her whispered into her ear, “tell your gal pal if she is interested in my friend, to take off a shoe”. She relayed it to me immediately but I played it cool, ignoring the invitation. I mean, I’m not a whore. At least not as far as they knew at that point, anyway.

We made fast friends with Billy the bartender and were given the low down on the regulars. “Most of the people here tonight are cool, watch out for Frank over there – hes into some really kinky shit”. In a place like this, having the bartender on your side is always a good thing. But we weren’t intimidated by any of the cock in Bill’s sorry excuse for a watering hole. Something interesting needed to happen, fast.

After coming back from the bathroom, my girlfriend and I traded places so that I could sit next to the foot lover. As it turned out, the sick fuck wasn’t into much conversation; he just wanted to watch me take my shoes off and on repeatedly. I figured this was good enough for a drink and obliged him. Eventually the twisted bastard stepped out for a smoke, inviting me to join him.

As he sat on the outside step, I bent over to pull the flame off of his lighter – giving everyone behind me a nice show of my ass in fishnets sans panties. He wasn’t shy about telling me he wanted my backside to him and I bent over again again, doffing and donning my black high heels. This was advantageous to me as it allowed me to flirt with every other guy outside taking a smoke break.

As the alcohol and nicotine flooded my brain, the not-so-dormant slut in me took over. The men could sense it too. Sitting at the bar again, with the foot lover now rubbing my feet and legs, I caught the eye of another man across the room. Uh oh, it was Frank, the one to watch out for…

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