For a while now, I’ve been a bartender at a risqué burlesque club, and I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything.

Not only do I love the challenge of concocting new and interesting cocktails to excite our patrons, but I also have one of the few jobs able to feed my insatiable sexual appetite. It’s one of the many advantages of working at a sexed-up hot spot that encourages public displays of affection from employees and patrons.

I’ve got plenty of raunchy stories, but one in particular stands out from the rest. Evie was celebrating her 21st birthday. Her friends had decked her out in a tiara and feather boa, and they were clearly intent on helping her create some wild memories in honor of her special day.

With a thick mop of blonde curls and a waist that dipped in to form a perfect hourglass figure, Evie was undeniably sexy. Most of the guys in the bar were breaking their necks for a look at her, as were many of the women. But she just casually sipped her drink, sometimes focusing on her friends, other times casting me flirtatious glances. Her looks were subtle, but I got the message. She was into chicks!

Things got interesting when the birthday girl’s friends ordered one of our specialty experiences for her: The Booby Trap. The bar maid — in this case, me — does a direct pour into the patron’s mouth, then presses the patron’s face into her cleavage. There was my opening. Perfect.

I helped Evie up onto the top of the bar, displaying her to the rest of the room. Then I ran my hand slowly from her navel up between her breasts, gradually pushing her back until she was reclined on the countertop. She shivered when my fingertips brushed close to her nipple, her legs parting ever so slightly.

That little twitch of her thighs encouraged me to take my performance a step further. I sucked a shot into my own mouth before kissing Evie and dropping the liquor between her parted lips. She sighed and wound her arms around my neck as I licked her lips clean.

People in the bar hooted and hollered around us, their shouts of encouragement ringing in my ears. Finally, I forced myself to break the kiss and get the situation back under control. A Booby Trap shot wouldn’t be complete without the signature ending!

“Every nerve was firing, making pleasure ripple from my head to my toes.”

I propped Evie up into sitting position and raked my fingers through her hair. Then I pulled her face down into my cleavage, giving her an extra-long shimmy. Then I whispered, “Follow me to the back if you want a special birthday surprise.”

I sauntered away, throwing glances over my shoulder to keep tabs on her. The rest of the patrons returned their attention to their own parties, and I cocked my head, indicating my direction to Evie, who was still with her pals.

The door to the tiny back office had barely clicked shut when I heard a light knock on the metal. A peek through the peephole confirmed it was Evie. I opened the door just enough to let her slide her curvy body through. I yanked Evie inside quickly, both of us bumping against the desk.

Evie giggled. A deep pink blush bloomed across her cheeks, and she cast her eyes down. Her shyness turned me on. I wanted to watch that prim, proper exterior crumble. I wanted to drive her so wild that the rest of the bar would hear her screams.

Standing so very close to her, I slipped my hands down beneath her ass cheeks. I gave the ample globes a squeeze as I nibbled at her lower lip. Her mouth opened on a sigh, and my tongue slipped inside. The hot, wet interior of her mouth made me think of other places that would be warm and moist.

For a moment, I considered rushing the experience by simply dropping to my knees and sucking the soft, fleshy lips of Evie’s sex into my mouth. But a quickie wouldn’t cut it. There were a thousand different things I wanted to do to Evie, and the reactions I craved required time and attention.

“I hope your friends won’t miss you,” I murmured against Evie’s lips.

“Fuck ’em. It’s my birthday,” she replied reassuringly, but it wasn’t “’em” I planned on fucking.

Unable to create the friction I needed in our position, I pressed Evie against the wall and skimmed my hands up along her sides. Her spandex dress rolled easily, allowing for a slow and satisfying unveiling of her curvaceous little body. Beneath her skimpy dress she wore delicate purple lingerie.

It was lingerie a woman would wear if she was planning to hook up. The purple lace featured rhinestone embellishments, including one perfect teardrop nestled above her clit. It sparkled like a shining beacon marking a great treasure.

I ran my tongue over the rough ribs of the lace, soaking every inch of the material so that it clung to her skin and molded to the shape of her pussy. When Evie’s thighs started to shake, I pressed my tongue to the teardrop stone above her clit, pushing it flush against that raging bundle of nerves.

A strangled groan rumbled through Evie’s body. She thrust her hips against my face, begging for more. But I wasn’t ready to give her everything. Not yet.

I stood and resumed my exploration of her mouth. As I licked Evie’s lips, my own pussy began to throb. There was no way I could focus on Evie while my own body screamed for attention.

Desperate for relief, I urged Evie’s leg between my thighs, grinding against her while my fingers mapped every dip and curve of her body. Evie groaned and nipped at my lower lip as she writhed. She pressed her thigh against my pussy, providing the pressure I craved.

Grinding on Evie made my mesh panties rub against me. The rough fabric stimulated my folds. Sliding her leg upward, Evie’s knee came in contact with my clit.

I gasped, breaking our kiss to rest my head against Evie’s shoulder. Desperate to maintain my current state of bliss, I continued to grind against Evie, losing sight of her pleasure as I went running toward my own.

“The harder I tongue-fucked her, the more juices seeped from her core.”

Then I heard Evie sigh. It broke me out of my trance and brought me back to the gorgeous blonde in my arms. Still enjoying a pleasant pulse in my core, my pleasure-drunk limbs slithered around her body. I tugged down the top of her dress, with its plunging V-neck, exposing her pendulous breasts.

I sucked one nipple into my mouth and rolled the other between my fingertips. Evie voiced her appreciation immediately. Every tap of my tongue and pinch of my fingers caused her to emit a new sound. She was so much fun to play with. I was enjoying hearing all the different noises I could get her to make. A scrape of my teeth brought forth a breathy sigh. A flick of my tongue pulled out a strangled gasp. Rolling the bud between my fingers inspired a long, shaky moan. It was my own personal symphony — one that set the perfect rhythm for my bump-and-grind routine against Evie’s leg.

No matter how hard I tried to make this all about Evie, my body demanded satisfaction. Every nerve was firing, making pleasure ripple from my head to my toes. Another wave of pleasure crashed over me, like sparks dancing over my skin. My vision blurred, but that was all right. Losing one of my senses only made the others stronger.

Surrendering to the darkness, I closed my eyes and sucked Evie’s nipple between my teeth, hoping to transfer to her some of the energy that rocked my body. Her back bowed when I grazed the bud, managing to somehow bring us even closer.

Then Evie started to grind her knee against my clit. It was explosive. All the tension in my body gave way. Soon I wasn’t standing, but sagging against Evie, relaxing into her embrace — until I remembered that I still hadn’t tasted her.

Still quivering from my orgasm, I sank to my knees, pulling Evie’s pretty panties to the floor as I went. The sight of her cunt made my mouth water. I hungrily sucked on the soft, fleshy folds of Evie’s sex and wiggled my tongue inside her slit. Circling my tongue around her slick opening, I savored the tangy-sweet taste of her arousal. When she whimpered, I plunged my tongue inside.

She tasted like heaven. The harder I tongue-fucked her, the more juices seeped from her core. But I wanted her to truly gush. I wanted her to drench my face.

Using my fingers to part her folds, I massaged her clit with my thumb. Her hips hitched and trickles of her honey ran down my chin. She moaned as I plunged my tongue deeper into her core, drawing out every last drop of nectar.

Before long, Evie’s hot, sweet juices rushed over my face as she came, and I lapped up every drop. Only when I was certain there was nothing left to drink did I rise to my feet. I looked at Evie. All sexy and mussed up, her body sagged against the wall. I knew I had to get back to my shift, and she had to get back to her friends. I gave her a kiss, a wink and my phone number, then sent her back out to the club.

After cleaning up and straightening out my clothing, I went back to the bar, stealing glances at sinfully sexy Evie the entire time.

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