I shouted back,”He was the best one yet!”
That got them all laughing as I mounted my bar stool again and threw back a fresh shot of tequila. As I sat the glass down, a big fella from the Prospect’s club stepped up beside me and asked me if he had really fucked me. I told him that yes he had. It was fast, but he did it.
Then I said, “You want the proof?”
I turned on my stool, spread my legs and pulled my skirt up to show the big guy my still cum covered, gooey pussy lips, and inside of my thighs. He was satisfied that the Prospect had done his duty and he went back to the table. Many bikers have nicknames, and many of them earn them while they are Prospects. I heard the club members razzing the Prospect and calling him “Quickdraw”. It probably stuck!
Sometime after midnight, the game was long over, but the bar was still full of drunk bikers. During the night I had many guys come up to the bar and talk to me, and to Emily. Some tried to talk me into a free piece of ass. But since this thing got started earlier in the evening, I felt like, “Hell, no!”, everyone else is paying, so are you. So no one got any free pussy. Some of the guys tried to talk Emily into fucking them, but she wouldn’t. She figured if she did anything for free, then they would all be trying to fuck her, instead of paying me, so she played with a few guys, kissing them, letting them feel her up a bit, and I found out, she played “fluff girl” for me, giving a few hand jobs and getting guys ready to come in the bathroom with me.
Then this one guy came up to the bar, put a $100 bill down, slid it across in front of me to Emily, and at the same time said to me, “If I had known that all I had to do was pay for it, I would have done that, back in the day.”
When he first walked up to me at the bar, I had noticed that this guy was wearing a Desert Storm patch on his vest, and I knew that was “your war” too, and he had some of the same military unit insignia on his vest that you have. I wondered if maybe you, and he, knew each other. Then when he said what he did to me, I wondered if he was trying to say that we already knew each other?
He could see the puzzled look on my face so he said, “My hair is longer, mostly gray now. I’ve got the beard, and I had laser surgery a few years back so I don’t were my glasses anymore,” then before he could finish, it hit me, “I’m Sean O’Brien.”
My mouth gaped open and I said, “Sean O’Brien! Oh my God! I haven’t seen you in what? 15 years?”
Then we made some quick small talk about where he had been, what he had been doing and where he lived now. He told me he was just visiting some old biker buddies in town that he knew from his Army days and somebody called him and his buddy to come on down and check out the hot babe fucking everyone for $50 at Strokers. He said he was shocked to see who it was, but then Lurch filled him in on our sexual lifestyle.
I turned to Emily and told her, “When I first hooked up with Joe, and he brought me to town, O’Brien and Joe were both Platoon Sergeants in the same Infantry Company out here on Post. During that first year, before Joe and I got married, O’Brien was after my hot ass and tried his best to steal me away from Joe. Even after Joe and I got married, O’Brien tried to get me to cheat on Joe every chance he got. But I never did! I never gave in to this smooth talking, good looking devil, and although we were all three friends, it was well understood between Joe and O’Brien, that Sean would fuck me in a heartbeat if he got the chance.”