Last Call
Short Story by J. Coleman
It had been a slow night where Stacy tended bar and she'd been watching the clock since midnight, wanting to just close up and get out of there. Her boyfriend, along with two other patrons were the only customers in the bar when she finally gave last call and began to clean up to close.
"We're closing," Stacy said as two girls came in from the strip club down the street.
"Aw, come on, just one round," the larger of the two girls said.
"I already gave last call, sorry," Stacy shrugged, turning away.
Adamant about getting a drink for the road, the two stripped climbed onto bar stools and the second girl put a twenty on the bar.
"One round each, the rest is your tip," she said with a smile.
Stacy looked at the twenty, then up at the clock, and finally sighed. "Okay," she said, snatching the twenty and shoving it in her jeans pocket. Tips had been dismal anyway and she could use the money so she made the now smiling strippers their drinks and then went back to her closing chores.
The strippers eyed Stacy as she worked, checking her out from head to toe. Stacy's boyfriend watched with interest from the end of the bar where he nursed a beer, checking out the two well-endowed women. The taller of the two was a redhead who stood about 5'10" and had a set of 36DD tits that screamed look at me. The second girl was a couple of inches shorter but had the same massive rack. She was a blonde with piercing green eyes and both dancers had their hair pulled back into pony tails.
The blonde downed half of her drink in one gulp and then slid off the bar stool to head toward the jukebox, her high heels clicking loudly on the tile floor. Stacy's boyfriend watched her walk like a runway model toward the jukebox on the far wall, taking in every inch of her body. The jeans she had on were paper thin and fit like a second skin; highlighting her shapely hips, perfect thighs, and tiny waist. The low cut top she wore left little to the imagination and the push-up bra beneath created a literal feast of cleavage.
The redhead then joined her friend and winked at Stacy's boyfriend as she slowly slid off her barstool, allowing her short skirt to ride up enough to give him a nice show of her long, lean thighs. Punching some tunes into the jukebox, the two strippers began to dance as Stacy looked on and just shook her head.
"Okay ladies, drink up, I'm closing," Stacy finally said as the two other bar patrons staggered toward the door to leave.
When the strippers ignored her and continued to dance, Stacy walked to the jukebox and yanked the plug from the wall socket. The jukebox groaned to a halt and went dark, much to the dismay of the two strippers.
"Why'd you do that, bitch?" the blonde asked rudely.
"Excuse me?" Stacy said, snapping her glare to the blonde. "What did you call me?"
"Bitch!" the blonde said, taking a haughty stance. "Do I need to spell it for you?"
"Amber, you're so rude!" the redhead laughed.
"Okay, get out!" Stacy ordered, pointing toward the door and folding her arms across her chest.
"Yeah, I'd cover those little mosquito bites if I were you too!" Amber chuckled.
"OUT!" Stacy yelled, her face flushed now.
"Oooooh, the bitch is gettin' mad, Jenn!" Amber said. "Should I be scared?"
"I think she may want to kick your ass!" Jenn answered.
Eagerly watching the scenario unfold before him, Stacy's boyfriend was anxiously wondering if he was going to be treated to a catfight. He knew Stacy didn't have any real fighting experience but her snobby attitude had caused her to come close to getting into several hair pulling brawls. He couldn't help but wonder how she'd do against a big-titted stripper if things got physical. Stacy was wearing jeans, a tank top, panties & bra, and tennis shoes, so if there was a fight; she'd have a big advantage over the girl in stiletto heels.
"I said get out, NOW!" Stacy yelled, unfolding her arms and clenching her fists.
"I choose to stay!" Amber said. "I haven't finished my drink yet!" With that, she casually headed back to the bar, leaving Stacy stewing and fuming near the jukebox.
Stacy quickly stomped back behind the bar and grabbed both half finished drinks from the bar, dumping them into the sink.
"HEY!" Jenn yelled out, her brow furrowed in anger.
"Now get out!" Stacy said smugly with a thin smile of satisfaction on her face.
"Why don't you throw us out, bitch!" Amber hissed.
Stacy came out from behind the bar and the blonde met her in a stare-down, each with their hands cocked arrogantly on their hips.
"Leave now or I call the police!" Stacy threatened.
"Try it bitch and see what happens!" Amber fired back and Jenn just looked on, seemingly amused.
Stacy turned on her heel to go to the phone but Amber quickly reached out and grabbed a handful of Stacy's long brown hair, jerking her backwards.
"Aaaaaaaagh!" Stacy screamed as she spun around to face Amber who kept a firm grip on the bartender's long hair. "Ow ow . . . let go you BITCH!" a loud crack then echoed throughout the bar as Stacy slapped the blonde with a vicious open hand slap that snapped her head to the side.
"OH!" Amber gasped. "WHORE!"
Instantly, both girls now had both hands embedded in one another's hair and the fight was on. Grunting and screeching wildly, they dragged each other around the bar, knocking over tables and chairs, slamming into the bar, and then slamming against the side of pool table.
Amber wrestled Stacy down onto the green felt surface of the table and climbed on with her, pinning the brunette down on her back. They exchanged hard slaps and continued to rip at each other's hair as they struggled around on the felt. Stacy dug her claws into Amber's top finally; squeezing her DD tits while trying to rip off her top.
"So you . . . ungh . . . want a . . . dirty fight . . . ungh . . . do you!" Amber panted as she groped and clawed at Stacy's hands on her tits.
"I'm gonna . . . tear those . . . fake tits . . . ungh . . . OFF!" Stacy panted through clenched teeth.
Jenn then slowly eased to the end of the bar where Stacy's boyfriend sat watching. "Hi, I'm Jenn," she cooed, rubbing her heavy tits against his arm. "Never met a guy who didn't like a good old-fashioned girl fight," she commented, nodding at the obvious erection in his jeans.
"Yeah . . . I, uh . . . uh," he stammered as Jenn just laughed.
By this time, Stacy had managed to turn the tables on Amber and had the blonde pinned down on her back. Stacy was methodically shredding the blonde's top and now had her lace bra almost completely exposed.
"Oh well, gotta go help Amber out," Jenn sighed, her high heels clicking on the floor as she headed toward the pool table. Her heavy perfume lingered as Stacy's boyfriend watched her perfect ass cheeks jiggle beneath the tight skirt when she walked away.
Jenn grabbed Stacy by the hair from behind and dragged her off Amber who came up slapping and clawing immediately. Stacy's hands groped blindly at the back of her head as she was dragged off the pool table by the 5'10" redhead who was actually about 6'2" in her spiked heels.
"Well now, aren't you just a sexy little thing!" Jenn commented, dragging Stacy upright and turning her around to face her. Amber angrily tore off the few tattered shreds of her top as she slid off the pool table and kicked off her high heels.
"We can't have a REAL fight with you wearing those nasty jeans!" Jenn said, nodding to Amber who knew what to do. Before Stacy could respond, Amber's arms were around her waist and she was tugging at the button and zipper of the bartender's jeans.
"NO!" Stacy yelled out. "Ungh . . . ungh . . . ungh . . . you fucking DYKES!" Stacy furiously writhed and squirmed, grunting as she struggled to keep her pants on and wildly clawing at Amber's hands.
"Get her . . . on the . . . floor!" Amber panted, unable to get the jeans off the wildly wriggling brunette.
Jenn easily dragged Stacy to the floor, still holding her by the hair with both hands. Amber now was quickly able to pull off both of the brunette's shoes and then her jeans, exposing her black lace panties.
Stacy now fought like a tigress; slapping, grabbing, clawing, and tearing at any article of clothing she could get her hands on. Jenn was now down on her knees at Stacy's head with one knee on each side of the bartender's head. Rolling slightly onto her side, Stacy opened her mouth and sunk her teeth into Jenn's inner thigh, clamping down as hard as she could.
"Eeeeeeeiiiiii!" Jenn cried out in pain, instantly releasing Stacy's hair and pulling back to grab at the bite mark on her thigh. "That's gonna cost you, girlie!"
Jenn then dove at Stacy, falling atop her in a writhing swirl of flailing arms and legs. Amber backed away and quickly tugged off her own jeans, clad now in just her white lace bra and matching panties.
Jenn and Stacy quickly tore off each other's tops as they snaked their long legs together and rolled back and forth over the bar room floor, hissing and screeching like alley cats locked in mortal combat. Jenn had no bra on and as her skirt rode up, it became immediately apparent that she had no panties on either. Stacy's boyfriend moved closer to get a better look now, climbing onto the closest bar stool to get a front row seat.
It soon became apparent that Jenn was toying with Stacy and basically letting the brunette wear herself down. The redhead's lips were parted as they rolled back and forth with their legs entwined and her yelps and squeals seemed to not only be from pain but from sexual arousal as well. The harder Stacy struggled, the more Jenn seemed to be grinding and rubbing her cxnt against the brunette's thigh.
Finally breaking the mutual leg entanglement, Stacy pushed back and struggled to get to her knees. Jenn did the same but Amber was behind Stacy now and quickly moved in with a rear headlock on the unsuspecting bartender.
"Bitch!" Stacy yelled out, clawing at Amber's arm while watching Jenn begin to move in from the front. "ungh . . . ungh . . . ungh!" Stacy now grunted as her nearly naked body writhed and thrashed within Amber's powerful grasp.
Jenn grabbed Stacy's bra with both hands and it tore away easily, the seams splitting with a loud ripping sound and spilling the brunette's two C-cup breasts into full view of the attacking redhead.
Amber now tried to drag Stacy down to the side but Stacy slipped out of the headlock and actually fell atop the blonde, digging her claws into the girl's face. Amber instantly snaked her long sexy legs around Stacy's waist, locking her ankles behind the brunette's back and body scissors. Jenn then dove atop the backs of Stacy's legs, pinning her down atop Amber.
Stacy turned her head as the redhead fell atop her legs and she reached down to grab a fistful of red hair with one hand while still clutching a fistful of blonde hair with the other. She screamed and screeched as she viciously tore at both girls' hair while struggling furiously against her two attackers.
Stacy now was tiring quickly and the two strippers were in total control of the brunette who was essentially sandwiched between them on the bar room floor. Desperate now, Stacy tore at Amber's bra to get to her big tits and when the bra gave up, the brunette dug all ten talons into the blonde's huge tits.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Amber cried out, wildly thrashing and bucking beneath the brunette. Amber savagely tore at Stacy's hair with one hand while mauling Stacy's tits with her other.
"You . . . want a . . . tit fight . . . you . . . you . . . got it!" Amber panted between labored breaths.
With Amber and Stacy now fully engaged in a tit fight, Jenn grabbed at the waist band of Stacy's little black lace panties and tugged them down to mid-thigh, exposing her cxnt. Jenn quickly pushed a hand between the brunette's thighs and went after the girl's bare pussy.
Wide-eyed and horror-stricken at having her cxnt touched by another female, Stacy went ballistic. She screamed at the top of her lungs and began wildly bucking and thrashing until Amber's scissors hold broke and the brunette spun around to attack Jenn. Stacy managed to pull one leg out and started kicking at the redhead to get her off her.
Once free, Stacy back peddled on her buttocks but the two stripped quickly got to their knees and began to close in on her.
"No . . . no . . . no more!" Stacy pleaded, shaking her head adamantly.
"Too late . . . bitch!" Amber hissed, brushing her long blonde hair back out of her face, her ponytail long gone from the constant hair pulling.
Jenn then reached out and grabbed Stacy's right ankle, pulling her toward her and causing Stacy to fall to her back. Amber dove atop the brunette in a crushing tit to tit body press while Jenn spread Stacy's legs and got between them.
"No . . . ungh . . . ungh . . . no . . . oh!" Stacy grunted and panted, helplessly now pinned on her back beneath Amber. The brunette weakly slapped and clawed at the blonde but she didn't have enough fight left in her to dislodge the stripper.
With both hands now entwined around long dark tresses, Amber pressed her mouth to Stacy's and thrust her tongue into the brunette's mouth.
"Mmmmph . . . . mmmmph . . . mmmmph!" Stacy spoke, but her words were muted and garbled from Amber's tongue in her mouth. "Eeeeeeiiiiiiiii!" she squealed finally, jerking her head to the side to break the kiss.
Between Stacy's wide open legs now, Jenn quickly thrust her middle finger and index finger into the brunette's cxnt as far as they would go. Stacy gasped, writhing and squirming with all her strength but Amber's dead weight on top of her held her pinned fast to the floor.
In a last ditch effort to save herself from the two vicious lesbians, Stacy tried to scratch Amber's eyes out with both hands. The blonde screamed out, grimacing in pain as she pried the brunette's hands from her face and slapped her hard to stun her and break off the attack. With Amber now slightly off to one side of her body, Stacy bucked hard and rolled Amber off onto the floor. She swung a leg hard at Jenn, her foot connecting with the girl's head. Stacy then rolled away from her opponents and slowly got to her knees, using a chair to pull herself to her feet.
The brunette was panting and breathing heavily as she brushed the long dark hair back out of her face. Her tits heaved up and down with each breath, her nipples hard and erect. The blonde and redhead now were both on their feet and moving toward Stacy who backed up against the wall and grabbed a chair to use as a shield.
Jenn then went to her purse near the bar and opened the oversized bag, pulling out a long rubber dildo and a studded cat 'o nine tails whip. She tossed the whip to Amber and kept the dildo herself, slapping it in the palm of her hand as she and Amber flanked the terrified brunette.
Jenn lunged with dildo and when Stacy raised the chair, Amber snapped the whip and cracked it against the brunette's left thigh, bringing a painful squeal from her painted lips. The stinging lash from the whip caused Stacy to drop the chair and the two strippers were on her instantly, laying her across the table of a booth on her back.
Amber slid into the seat on one side on her knees while Jenn took the other side in a similar position, both of them holding the struggling bartender down on her back. Amber used the handle of the whip to press against Stacy's throat while Jenn rammed the long rubber phallus into the brunette's cxnt, twisting it as she inserted it.
"Iiiiiiiyyyyyyyeeeee!" Stacy squealed as the rubber cock filled her completely, the molded bumps and ridges stimulating her clitoris as Jenn now slid it in and out with long, slow, deliberate strokes.
Stacy finally managed to pry the whip handle from around her neck as she grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and dragged Amber down close to her. Amber joined the hair pulling battle with one hand as they struggled for possession of the whip with their other hand. They grunted and squealed as they pulled hair and wrestled for the whip, their tits smashed flat against each other while Jenn continued to fuck Stacy with the dildo.
Jenn then decided to climb on the table between Stacy's legs but when she did, the table collapsed and sent all three girls tumbling to the floor in a tangled heap of arms and legs. Jenn found herself now face to face with Stacy and wrestled atop her, smothering the brunette's face with her DD tits while holding her head against the floor with a two-handed hair pull.
"Taste these . . . bitch . . . mmmm . . . good huh?" Jenn panted, grinding her nipples against Stacy's mouth and then tit slapping her face by swinging her massive pair back and forth. Stacy's teeth clicked as she snapped and bit at the huge tits, finally nipping one and drawing a vicious retaliatory slap from the redhead.
Amber now went down between Stacy's legs and started licking her cxnt while grinding her own panty-clad cxnt against the brunette's left leg that she now had scissored between her thighs. Jenn now pinned Stacy down and straddled her in a classic schoolgirl pin, pressing the girl's arms to the floor with her knees as she sat on her stomach.
Exhausted now and unable to defend herself, Stacy was at their mercy and her body was responding to Amber's tongue against her will. Soft moans now came from the brunette's lips as the blonde expertly worked her clitoris and labia like a seasoned pro, bringing goose bumps to the girl's flesh and curling her toes until Stacy was soon pumping and grinding her cxnt against Amber's mouth to increase the friction.
"There . . . that's . . . better!" Jenn panted as she slowly gyrated her bare cxnt over Stacy's stomach, slowly inching forward while massaging the brunette's tits with both hands.
"No . . . ungh . . . no . . . please," Stacy pleaded, jerking her head from side to side as she tried to bite at Jenn's knees that pinned her arms down.
Jenn then moved forward a little more until she was now sitting on Stacy's breasts, still grinding her cxnt to sexually arouse herself for the denouement. Stacy knew what was coming but all her energy was now focused in her loins as she thrust against Amber's lips and tongue.
Grabbing two handfuls of Stacy's long brown hair and winding the tresses around her clenched fists, Jenn slid into a full face-sit. Stacy wildly bucked and thrashed as the salty, pungent taste of cxnt juices filled her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmph . . . . mmmmmmmmph!" she tried to scream but only muffled sounds came out, following by gagging sounds as Jenn used her hair to pull her own cxnt tight against Stacy's face and lips.
"Mmmmmmm . . . oh . . . oh yeah . . . mmmmmmm," Jenn cooed as she face fucked the brunette slowly and sensuously, savoring the feel of soft moist lips on her cxnt.
Amber now broke off the oral sex and grabbed the dildo, ramming it violently into the brunette's cxnt.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!" Stacy responded, still unable to scream as she wildly bucked and thrashed.
Jenn now rode the writhing brunette who was spasmodically wriggling beneath her, her own tits now wildly bouncing up and down and swinging back and forth from the frenzied motion. Amber now fucked the brunette with deep hard strokes now, still pumping Stacy's leg to reach her own orgasm.
Jenn came first with a whimper followed by a long guttural scream as she wildly slammed her cxnt against Stacy's face, smearing the bartender's makeup with cxnt juices. Sliding off the brunette's face now, Jenn motioned for Amber to take over. The blonde quickly pulled off her panties and mounted Stacy in a reverse face-sit as Jenn got between the brunette's legs and re-inserted the dildo.
Using her knee, Jenn kept the dildo pushed into Stacy's cxnt as deep as it would go and then grabbed Amber to kiss her. Amber was now face fucking Stacy as she tongue wrestled with Jenn, their DD tits smashed flat against each other so hard that huge rolls of tit flesh were forced out to the sides beneath their arm pits.
Moaning and pumping now, Amber tugged at Jenn's hair and Jenn tugged at Amber's hair, lost now in the throes of wild passion as they had each other while on top of the beaten bartender.
After multiple orgasms, the blonde finally slid off and moved slowly on her knees to Stacy's boyfriend who was about to burst out of his jeans with a massive hard on. She unzipped him and took his cock in her mouth as Jenn rolled Stacy onto her stomach and straddled her back. Jenn grabbed the bartender's hair and pulled her head backwards to force her to watch Amber sucking her boyfriend's cock.
Panting and barely able to breathe, Stacy tried to struggle free but to no avail as the 5'10" redhead held her easily pinned to the floor. Amber worked the cock with practiced skill and in his state of arousal from watching the perverted lesbian sex fight, he came quickly. With perfect timing, Amber pulled her lips away just as he started to come, grabbing his cock and pointing it at Stacy to shoot the load in the brunette's face.
Releasing the bartender’s hair and letting her fall limp to the floor, Jenn got up and drew her and Amber a draft. Both sated lesbian swilled the refreshing ice cold beer and then got dressed as Stacy's boyfriend tended to her.
"We'll . . . see you . . . again . . . bitch!" Amber threatened, still out of breath as they headed for the door.
"Fuck . . . you," Stacy whimpered, wiping the semen from her face.
"Sure baby . . . anytime!" Jenn smiled, blowing her a kiss before disappearing into the night.
The end
