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The Reality of Dichotomies (Whispered Desire & Tyr)

Paul was a bit surprised by Becca’s response, as he thought that was a little beyond what he expected of her. Of course, she didn’t elaborate or go into the circumstance of her girl on girl experience, which made it all the more interesting and tantalizing, as she obviously wasn’t a lesbian, but was she bi? Hmmm… so much he wanted to know, and get to know about this sexy young woman. Still Paul was patient, and was content to be for the moment a passive participant in this little game. While he waited, he didn’t pass on the opportunity to watch Becca’s sexy sashaying and strutting as she inspected the table and contemplated her shot. Paul and Marty getting a nice view of her tight little ass as Becca bent over the table and put her goods on display, on the premise of lining up her shot. Marty nudge Paul, which was unnecessary, as he’d been following her with his eyes the whole time, and were for Marty this was his clearest view so far, this only reminded Paul of the sexy encounter with Becca before in the restroom. Of course that time it had felt much better as he’d had his cock lodged between those same ass cheeks and was buried deeply in that very same sexy pussy.

The ball sunk, and Paul half expected that he would be the recipient of some question or dare, but that wasn’t the result. For a moment he was almost jealous, but the girl was showing a little spunk and gamesmanship as she then asked Bel a truth. Bel not in the least shy about her sexual proclivities, quickly announced what seemed to be a very obvious answer, even if couched in a mischievous way. For Paul it seemed like a lost opportunity, but Becca was proving herself to be not only sexy, but a sharp young lady and he figured she was getting into the game. The second question proved it, and further surprised him, as she was turning out to be just a little bolder than he first guessed she would be, the girl definitely had a wild side to her, which only increased her sexiness.

Standing next to Paul, Marty leaned over and said at a normal level when it was his turn to shoot.

I think this is going to get interesting.

Tightening his grip on the cue stick, he winked at Bel and then smiled at Becca, as he surveyed the table and the seemingly random placement of balls. There were several shots of varying difficulty, but none that seemed impossible, and of course with the appropriate motivation, Marty was more than willing to give his best efforts. No one seemed interested in distracting Marty’s efforts, as he lined up on the easiest of the shots, before taking a slow sample strike with his cue stick. Satisfied with the shot, he again drew back the stick, and this time with the appropriate level of power, drove it forward, the distinctive sound of balls clacking together. With a grin, he watched as the intended ball spun and disappeared from sight as it dropped into one of the pockets. With the ball gone, he stood and looked first to Bel and then to Becca, as if contemplating who was going to be the recipient of his truth or date, letting the moment hang before speaking. Finally he turned to Becca, and spoke, for he knew that Bel wouldn’t object to his dare.

Well then I dare you to let Bel dine at the Y, right here on his table, right now.

Marty said as he smugly waited to see if Becca would back out or comply with his dare. Paul wanted to laugh, but held it, as he wondered if Becca would let Bel show off her skills. Bel had on more than a few occasions bragged about how a woman, knew better what other women wanted, now she'd have to prove it.
 
Becca returned Marty's smile although his comment about things getting interesting slightly unnerved her as he began to check the table for his best shot. None of the remaining shots looked overly easy to Becca but Marty had proven himself already to be a well versed pool player.

She groaned inwardly as she watched him sink the ball. His gaze turned from Bel to Becca and then what she feared might be forthcoming became a reality.

Well then I dare you to let Bel dine at the Y, right here on his table, right now.

Becca thought about his request for a moment as her eyes went from Marty, to Bel, and finally to Paul who said nothing but simply stood there staring at her, she not able to discern what exactly was going through his mind. Bel was smiling as she waited with little patience for Becca to reply, her foot tapping the floor lightly.

Suddenly Becca felt a slight twinge of fear jolt through her. She'd already fucked Paul, and if that wasn't bad enough she was seriously contemplating taking Marty's dare. Marty stood with half a smirk on his face, full expecting Becca to refuse his dare. He had been much easier to read than Paul, and Bel, she had not hidden her enthusiasm over the thought as she licked her lips lightly, making a nodding yes motion with her head.

Becca quickly glanced around the room and then without another word moved to the end of the table that was most secluded from any prying eyes out around the bar area. Long lean legs carried her to the edge of the table where she slid up onto it, making certain that she would be in a position that would ensure Paul would have an unobstructed view of Marty's dare coming to life, as well as Marty would obviously be able to see the happening too.

Becca leaned back on to place her palms face down on the table to support herself, then taking a deep breath she spread her legs slightly exposing her bare, uncovered pussy to those gathered around the table. Although her eyes only made connection with Paul's her voice was loud enough for both Mary and Bel to hear.

"Dare accepted" she stated matter of factually as she shook her long tresses back to allow them to fall over her shoulders and away from her face. As she waited to see what Bel would do, although she was certain she already knew what that would be as Bel began to slowly move Becca's thoughts once again turned to Steven. If he ever found out...but yet Becca found that the idea of having Bel between her legs, and in public yet at that was a huge turn on for her and she could feel her nipples beginning to pebble under the tight material of her dress. Bel turned her head slightly, trying to discern who if anyone from the bar area was watching as well as her glance fell towards the door half fearful of the police busting through it at any time before finally her eyes turned back towards the direction of Paul's steely gaze.
 
Paul and Marty seemed like to frat boys watching two girls kiss for the first time, though this was obviously a little more. Bel sashayed her way around the table, clearly unperturbed by what was being asked of her, and if anything a bit eager. Marty was elbowing Paul about how fine Becca was, as Paul stood there calmly and watched. With just the slightest of smug smirks he quietly observed without the commentary that Marty seemed to feel was necessary. And though Paul seemed aloof, his eyes like everyone else followed Becca as she took the dare and spread her legs. Leaning on his pool stick, he took a sip of his beer, though his eyes never let but for a moment the two sexy girls as they game closer together. Marty just whistled his appreciation of young Becca as she gave him an excellent view of her snatch. Bel moved forward handing off her stick to Marty while chastising him.

Close your mouth there boy, it’s not like you haven’t seen some grade A pussy before. Now I’ll show you how pussy is really eaten and not that half assed effort you gave me last night.

Paul chuckled as Bel basically put Marty into his place. Now with her hands free she moves up to the partially open legs that Becca was offering, and put each of her hands on a knee, then like opening a gift, she pushes them even wider to further expose Becca’s nether region, not only giving everyone a far better view, but leaving Becca in even a more vulnerable position. The way she did it, left no doubt who was going to be in charge in this little dare. As the Becca legs were further spread, she moved between them, using her body to keep them spread, a devilish grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye. Where some girls were conservative or even shy about their sexuality, Bel was not, it was right out there and apparent for any to see. So as Bel aggressively takes the proffered prize, Marty and Paul become her audience. Bel eyes not shy as she gazes at Becca, starting with her beautiful face, and traveling down to the pussy, and it wasn’t a bashful gaze that Bel gave, but a hungry one.

Oh baby, those animals may have that wonderful piece of meat between their legs, but only a woman knows how to truly eat pussy.

Paul kept his eyes on Becca, and matched her gaze as Bel went to work.
 
Becca's eyes never left Paul's as Bel made her way around the table to fulfill the dare with what appeared to Becca to be great enthusiasm. And as nervous as Becca was she found the way that Bel spoke to Marty to be a bit amusing to her in a 'you go girl' kind of way although she didn't really know Bel that well. Paul would note however a slightly surprised look flash across Becca's face when she felt her thighs being pried apart even further.

It wasn't until Bel had positioned herself directly between Becca's legs that the brunette finally looked away briefly to stare down at the smaller woman we Bel commented about a woman knowing better than a man how to eat pussy. Becca blushed slightly but that's part of why she was up on the pool table right now to begin with wasn't it? Wasn't it because she was still curious that she was sitting with Bel between her spread legs on the table? And wasn't it partially because Becca wanted to see a man watching her, and not just any man. While it was true that Marty was an observer of this little evening delight, it was just as true that Becca was doing this because she wanted it to be Paul who's eyes she stared into while Bel pleasured her. It was Paul that Becca wanted to show off for.

Another shudder passed through Becca, this time a rather warm one as she felt Bel's tongue sliding along her moist folds. Although Bel was pressing rather lightly, almost adoringly, when she arrived at Becca's clit she reinforced to the newcomer to The Stockade exactly who was in charge as her tongue slid along Becca's clit and then her lips sealed over it, sucking hard. Becca drew a sharp breath, eyelids fluttering as she looked over at Paul, then down to Bel as she found her fingers winding themselves into Bel's hair. Bel's assault on her clit was relentless and just when Becca thought the other woman might show her some measure of mercy, her tongue began thrashing against the hard sensitive nub. One of Becca's hands moved to her fondle her own breast while Bel kept up a continual pressure of her palms pushing outward on Becca's smooth thighs while her tongue relentlessly continued it's efforts to make Becca scream.

Turning her gaze back to Paul the dark haired girl bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out, finding that the way Paul held her gaze throughout all of this was turning her on even more, almost as though he were her own private audience. And then she felt it, her thigh being released and Bel, with no hesitation at all separating her folds and thrusting just one digit up into Becca as Becca's hips lifted off of the pool table, heat rushing through her veins as her head fell back in pleasure and although she tried to close her eyes something kept them locked on Paul. Becca's hips rose and fell against Bel's welcomed invasion and again with no warning, Bel would take Becca off guard by the sudden insertion of a second digit into her warm wetness and Becca could no longer hold the moan that escaped from her throat of "Oh fuck, yes."
 
Paul wouldn’t have guessed at first that Becca was a girl inclined or even interested other girls, nor would he have guessed that she had a hidden wild side. Oh she’d come into the bar looking like a girl that wanted to get fucked, and she’d gotten exactly that. But if he were a betting man, he’d have figured it being a onetime thing, and yet he’d seen girls that were drawn to the thrill and excitement of getting wild. Becca might of have had a suppressed sexual side to her, but it was also clear that she was in the moment and living it to the fullest, something that Paul found very exciting. So Paul leaned against the walls watching Bel slide between Becca legs, and begin the enthusiastic feasting.

Where Marty moved and concentrated his eyes on action at Becca's pussy, for the show was what interested him, Paul stared at Becca. Paul watched her eyes, deeply staring as if trying to discern the truth of who and what Becca was. To watch her pussy was to miss the point, for Paul any porn film could show you the same girl on girl action, but he wanted to see the truth, and maybe a bit of Becca’s soul. So Bel did what Bel did her hand, her tongue all working on the young woman. With expert knowledge of pussy, as she’d had one her whole life, she applied her skill to exactly those spots and areas that a man would quickly pass by in his quest to fill said hole. So as Becca gave into the pleasure of the flesh, to the wild exhibition of sexual need and hunger, Paul was there to share it with her, to let her know by eyes alone that he knew just what she was feeling. Though he didn’t know for fact, Paul highly suspected the Becca that others knew and loved wasn’t this Becca, and that like many women she’d being hiding or suppressing her true desires, doing what others thought or wanted of her. Not wanting to let it out, for fear of what others would think or say, and a biker bar like The Stockade was the perfect spot to indulge those other dark yearnings. Now she was giving in to them and letting go, and specifically letting him know. Paul had seen it, the good girls who sought out the bad boys, those guys their mother warned them about, that were rotten, wouldn’t treat them right, but that wasn’t true. They didn’t want to be treated like sweat little princesses; no they wanted to do things that their mother told them they shouldn’t and couldn’t.

Marty gave some crude verbal encouragement of Bel, while telling Becca he had something even bigger if she liked those two fingers. Paul on the other hand didn’t say a thing, for Becca was putting on a show for him, as she played with her tits and began to succumb to Bel’s skills. A slow smirk almost mischievous conspiratorial smile came across Paul’s face as Becca surrendered herself to Bel’s ministrations.
 
While it was Bel who had total control of Becca's pleasure, that which she so artfully gifted to the girl writhing on the pool table, it was Paul that controlled how intense the situation was becoming for Becca simply by the way he watched her.

Bel knew how to take Becca to the edge without quite allowing her to go over. With a flick of her tongue here, and the pressing of her fingers inside of Becca just right there, Bel had Becca gasping, almost whimpering deep in her throat for more.

But it was Paul, the way that he watched her and the way that he stared at her steadily. Even though a part of Becca wished Paul wasn't there to see this, the other part of Becca was glad that he was there. If she were honest with herself, it was his watching her that turned her on so much. It was Paul's presence that made the event even more delicious for Becca.

The brunette gave a little tremble as she thought of Paul's large warm hands upon her bare flesh again and Bel would chose just that moment to thrust her fingers into Bel, curling them slightly so that they touched that sensitive spot that drove Becca wild, the same one that Paul had so expertly rubbed his thick cock against the night before when he was fucking her. Becca wanted to squeeze her eyes shut when she felt the warm rush that enveloped her entire body, but she forced herself to remain looking at Paul as though he were somehow silently commanding her to do so. Becca's eyelids began to flutter slightly as her lips parted in a moan while her body succumbed to Bel's talents, her partners tongue being coated with the fruits of her own labors and the reward that she'd been seeking to draw from Becca as Becca's fingers curled into Bel's locks, Bels hair being the only thing she could find to grab hold of in that moment of intensity that was wracking her body with pleasure.

Becca's hips lifted to meet Bel's mouth, Becca biting down on her bottom lip to prevent herself from moaning out loudly with her pleasure. Had Paul been standing close enough Becca might have reached out and grabbed a hold of him as her orgasm ripped through her. Although Marty had moved closer, Paul had chosen to remain steadfast where he was as he watched the girl he'd fucked just last night giving in to her own desires, Becca not worrying about any others thoughts or disapproval for what was the first time in her life. This biker, this almost strangers gaze continued to captivate her until finally her body would still considerable, Bel continuing to lick softly while Becca's fingers relaxed in her hair.

Finally Bel looked up, her lips and chin coated in her prize with a grin that clearly said she was damned good at pleasuring a woman, and she knew it.
 
Bel smiled as she slowly stood up, extracting herself from between Becca’s leg. She did so by rubbing her body against Becca’s making it a rather intimate exit. Still Becca wasn’t done, and she went first to Paul, moving past Marty, and coming right up to him. With a devilish grin she moves within a couple of inches of Paul, her face still slick in Becca’s nectar.

She tastes good, do you want a taste?

Paul simply nodded, and rather than move aside, Bel moved in even closer, pressing her body against him. She looks up at him, the smell and aroma of Becca arousal strong as she tilts her head up, her hand reaching behind Paul’s head, as she draws him in for a kiss. Bel now shared a kiss and a taste as her face and mouth were both coated in Becca’s juices. She didn’t hold back or make this some quaint friendly kiss, it was instead deep aggressive and lustful. Even if she wasn’t with Paul, Bel enjoyed Paul, and if Becca was going to stick around, she’d need to learn that she would have to share him occasionally. Bel’s body pressing against Paul, as they kissed, and though Paul wasn’t denying her what she wanted, neither was he aggressively seeking it, instead he was just a willing participant in Bel’s little show. For her part Bel was doing it for several reasons, one she enjoyed Paul, and the second to see what reaction she would garner from Becca, a little competition was good for the soul. For if Becca thought that Paul was going to be exclusively hers, Bel knew that wasn’t how men like him worked. And even though she had no claim on him, it didn’t mean she wasn’t going to enjoy him when and if the opportunity arose, and if the new girl had some problem with that, she was going to have either live with it or piss off.

So what do you think, she’s tastes sweet doesn’t she?

Paul broke the kiss, and slowly wipes his face with the back of his hand as he stares at Becca, and answers Bel’s question with a simple nod. Bel still pressed against Paul, turns her head to see what Becca’s reaction is to her rather bold forwardness. When Marty asks about his taste, Bel seems almost reluctant as she pushes off, to head Marty’s direction. Again, Paul stands there aloof, staring at Becca, watching and observing, her reactions.
 
As Becca began to gather herself from her 'dare', her eyes followed Bel's movements across the room. A slight tinge of something like jealousy almost flitted across Becca's mind but was dismissed with nary another thought. While she would have preferrred to keep the eye contact she had with Paul, and while she would have it rather been her that the hunky biker was kissing, Becca also knew that she could lay no claim to Paul.

It seemed to Becca, that Paul wasn't the type to allow any woman to lay claim to him, although that didn't mean that Becca couldn't be just as brazen as Bel was with the rather tall biker. Moving off of the pool table, Becca tugged her dress down around her hips, her thighs still wet from her orgasm and moved slowly over to Paul. When she reached him, she glanced Bel and Marty's way before wrapping her arms around Paul's neck with no reserve, almost as though it were second nature for her to do so and leaning up, she kissed his still damp face while her hands immediately moved to his ass and pulled him a bit closer to her. If he wanted to resist, he could but that wasn't going to stop Becca from trying.

She licked her lips slightly, an amused smirk flitting across her face "That's the sweetest tasting pussy he's had in a while." She said the words, looking off to the side at Marty with a slight wink. If Becca wanted to fit into Paul's world in any way, she had to think and act like the other bitches she saw standing around The Stockade. Perhaps the statement was bold for the brunette new to the stockade but from what she could tell, Paul liked his women with a little bit of sass and it felt good for Becca to just let her hair down and not worry about a damn thing as she stood with her arms twined around the biker. A small grimace crossed her face as she remembered she'd not yet even so much as texted Steven, not that it mattered as by now he was already certain to be rather upset with her anyhow and the moment she did get in touch with him she was undoubtedly in for a lecture of some sort.

She chewed her bottom lip slightly. Steven really was a good man, but Becca was beginning to question if a good man was what she needed to keep her happy. She shook off the thought, then locked eyes with Paul, grinning slightly. "I believe you're up, stud." At this point, she couldn't even remember if it was actually Pauls shot or not but for some reason she truly didn't care as she finished her statement. "Why don't you show me what you got baby?" She said the word with a wink as it was meant with a double entendre`.

With each word, the brunette who felt tiny in comparison to the biker who she was pressing herself against, could feel herself becoming slightly bolder, and feeling a bit more empowered.
 
Paul didn’t stop the sexy young thing from draping herself against him, nor did he stop her as she kissed his face and groped his ass. Having two very attractive girls vying and competing for his attention, was arousing enough, but so to Paul knew to show either preference too early or too soon, would be to lose the game. In fact though he doubted it was true in this case, in most if you did, you could lose both girls. Either way he wasn’t in any particular rush and the more they did this, the more fun he figured he would have. So Paul returned Becca's attention, but no more so than he had with Bel, and again not with any aggressiveness, instead he was making each girl work for it.

Bel nestles herself in close with Marty, for if she wasn’t going to end up with Paul, which was unlikely, she wasn’t going to go without either, so she hedged her bet. That Bel played this game, or that she was giving Paul attention, didn’t seem to bother either of the men, as if it was the most normal of behaviors. Each guy standing there with a girl in their arms like some personal possession, the game continued. Marty had gone, so it was Paul’s turn as Beccca had reminded him. So pulls his arm from around her, and moves to inspect the table, Bel of course shifts her body, so that Paul gets a good view, enjoying the attention she would receive even if just in passing.

Paul walks around the table, casually inspecting the layout, stopping once or twice to look at a particular shot, his tight jeans showing the curves of his well toned ass, while his muscled arms stretch out as he looks at a practice shot. Finally he comes to a spot, and finds the shot that he feels most likely would be successful. Surprisingly or maybe not so, Bel makes no effect to disturb his shot, letting him make one unmolested or distracted. The balls clatter, and the next ball ends up in the pocket, giving Paul the opportunity to play the game. Smiling he looks from Bel and then to Becca, a devilish grin on his face.

Well I don’t think it’s fair that Bel was the only one to give.

So he puts his dare on Becca of course.

I dare you to reciprocate, and show Bel that you know how to give too.

Bel almost squealed, not at all displeased with what Paul proposed, having the figured the men would just picks things for themselves, quickly leaving Marty’s arm and moving to put herself right on the table where Becca had been before. Not in the least shy, she pulls her short skirt up, which reveal not only her smooth waxed nether region, which had a small tuft of hair at the top, but a tattoo and two piercings. The tattoo in beautiful calligraphy just adjacent to her pussy, just said 'Bel’s Rose'. Bel was clearly proud of her womanhood, and had adorned it, with a piercing in her labia and another in her hood, the pieces of jewelry each quality. Obviously Bel expected men or even women to see her womanhood, and much like the clothes or make up she wore, she’d taken time to adorn it, and make it look the most presentable. Bel spread her legs, letting her rose and its petals bloom.
 
Becca felt smug enough, although she wouldn't let it show, when Paul didn't stop her from kissing him. As she felt his arm slip around her waist, she made certain to lean into him and press herself to him although her victory would be short lived as he moved to eye up the table and his shot. Becca remained in the spot she was in, watching Paul line up his shot. Becca merely smiled as though she had some type of inside scoop although she had none, and oddly enough, Becca wasn't surprised when Paul's shot went in, nor was she surprised when he presented his dare.

Bel couldn't get out of Marty's arms fast enough as she made a bee line for the pool table, despite the fact that Becca didn't say that she'd take the dare yet. Although she had not yet agreed, Becca already knew in her mind that she would. It wasn't just that Paul had dared her, and probably expected her too. It was more than that. Becca had never done it to another woman before but had often had small arguments with Steven when he would be judgmental about lesbians, it was Becca that reminded him he shouldn't be that way. And when he'd argued further with her, she'd quite literally stunned him by retorting "Well think about it Steven, it makes sense that a woman would know how to please another woman." A small grin crossed her fair features as she remembered the conversation and the look on Steven's face.

And now, Becca would get to prove her theory. No judgement from anyone in The Stockade was going to happen. This was second nature here and while Becca may not have actually done it before, she had definite ideas of how she was going to do it. With a grin, she walked up the the sexy biker and once again leaned up to kiss him, actually saying "Mmm thanks for dinner" before moving to where Bel was already on display.

Approaching the other girl, she smiled "Turn about is fair play, I agree." With that, Becca sunk to her knees and parting Bel's thighs, she hooked her calves up over either shoulder and began to literally inspect Bel's jewelry laden sex. Becca grinned, running a single digit along her smooth lips and upward to toy lightly with the bling in her clitoris. As if to emphasize her words, she pulled her already wet finger away and brought it to her lips, looking over at both male bikers and sucking Bel's wetness from it. "Mmm boys, look at this, she's ready for me."

Then Becca moved back in between Bel's legs, settling herself back into position and lowered her head until her lips met Bel's nether lips. Lightly she kissed each side, and then slowly drew her tongue from back to front only to catch that studded hood betwixt her teeth and tug lightly on it. Just as quickly then, she abandoned it to begin dining on Bel's soaked sex, licking at her hood while thrusting a set of fingers up into Bel, eliciting a sudden gasp from the other female.

Becca pulled her mouth away for only the briefest of moments to tease the woman splayed out in front of her "Oh, you like having that little cunt fucked while your clits being sucked on, don't you?" Becca didn't wait for Bel's response, but instead went back to attacking the girls pussy with her lips and tongue on the outside, while allowing a third finger to slip inside of Bel as she began a steady rhythm, Bel now moaning and not just merely gasping with pleasure. Becca not only continued her assault, but rather enjoyed the taste of Bel not to mention that she adored being in control and being able to tease another woman. Becca slowed her efforts only to hear Bel protesting "No, don't stop."

Becca looked up at her from her position between her legs "Stop?" she grinned "Hell, I haven't even got started yet." With that, Becca doubled her efforts, fingers thrusting in and out of Bel as she timed it with the licks, sucking and biting that would bring Bel to the edge and Becca grinned against the girls wet cunt, feeling how Bel gripped at her fingers and how her body trembled under her ministration. Becca could hear Marty talking to Paul in the back round although she couldn't discern exactly what he was saying over Bel's moans of pleasure. Each of Bel's moans only served to spur Becca onward, lapping, sucking and fucking the girls pussy in an effort to get to her womanly treasure.
 
Paul watched the young sexy woman saunter over and banter with Bel, clearly not intimidated by Paul’s request, or was doing a good job of bluffing. If he was giving her a challenge, or simply making an opportunity available, wasn’t clear, what was clear was that she seemed to be enjoying her dare, as she not only sucked Bel juices from her finger, but ask the guys to see Bel’s condition. Marty leaned in a bit and laughed saying, “Well she is definitely one horny little slut, there is no doubt of that!” Bel laughed and quickly quipped back. “And I don’t think you’ve ever complained.” . Marty laughed. “No Bel we like you just the way you are.”

Paul wasn’t as obvious he as he looked, but he made no effort to get closer, as his attention was less on Bel’s exposed womanhood, but instead the sexy young woman taking a taste of it. His grin expanded as Becca started to verbally tease and taunt Bel, clearly getting into the situation. If she ever had reluctance or doubt Becca, clearly was well beyond that as she aggressively went down on Bel. Bel’s hand started at her side, but soon where entwined in Becca’s locks as she enjoyed Becca’s very personal oral attention. Like a set of vices, Bel’s legs envelope Becca, as she tries to keep Becca’s head lodged between her legs, her squeals of enjoyment and pleasure not in the least muffled or restrained. Bel’s knees pulling up and her body moving to get as much of Becca as she could.

Fuck! I don’t know if you’ve done this before, but you sure know how eat my pussy slut! Any time you want dine at this little cunt, I’ll make sure you get fed!

Marty laughed out loud, elbowing Paul, and letting him know that he was hanging with a closet lesbian. Paul didn’t respond as he knew the truth, though he did smile at the two girls as they enjoyed each other. Marty continued to make comments to the effect that Paul should be worried, that he might just lose his girl to Bel. Paul just smiled confident that that wouldn’t be the case. His eyes watching as the two sexy women played with each other, while Marty gave a running commentary like it was a sporting event.

Bel wasn’t going to let Becca go till she’d gotten off. Still she want to put on a good show for the guys, for she knew they would have nice hard cocks after this, and with a little luck she might get one or even both of her horny holes stuffed with one or both of them. Bel wasn’t shy or reserved, she loved sex, be it any combination or any number. Some might say she was a slut, but Bel just figured that came from someone that wasn’t getting enough. For her if it felt good, and she enjoyed it, then more the merrier, and sex was one of those things she really enjoyed. Bikers might be arrogant Neanderthal assholes who were male chauvinistic pigs, but they sure knew how to fuck, and that was good enough for Bel. For Bel, she enjoyed these two legged testosterone laden beasts, for they just knew how to make a girl like her happy. So she sucked her finger, licked her lips, and smiled at the boys, making sure they didn’t feel left out, and that they knew she wanted them. Even if she didn’t get Paul tonight, she was sure that Marty would be giving it to her just the way she loved it, hard and fast, and over and over again. Not that she minded, she loved men not boys, and these guys were men.
 
Becca focused on the dare that she'd accepted, not just because she knew that Paul would be watching but also because she found it incredibly hot to be in control of Bel's pleasure. The only time she slowed her assault on the other female was when she sensed Bel was close to orgasm, or when her eyes would cast Paul's way to ensure that she still had his attention.


She'd not need to glance at Marty to know the two women were consuming each of his thoughts as commentary after commentary proceeded to spill from his mouth. Without her mouth ever leaving Bel's soaked womanhood, Becca found Paul's gaze for a moment and indeed he did seem to be enjoying the display of Becca between Bel's legs.

Satisfied that she still held Paul's attention, she returned all of her focus on the woman splayed out against the pool table, her tongue darting up and Bel's clit while her fingers continued to knead the inside of Bel's tight channel. With each pass of her fingers the brunette made certain to apply pressure to Bel's sensitive spot, curling her fingers against it and maintaining pressure as she pulled her hungry mouth away from the smaller woman's wet slit long enough to grin over at the boys.

"Don't worry fella's, I'll make sure you both get a taste once I'm done making her scream with pleasure."

A brave statement indeed from the newcomer, but one she fully intended upon seeing come to fruition. Her tongue lavished Bel's clitoris with attention, fingers thrusting in and out of Bel more rapidly now. Bel ground her hips, her thighs squeezing tighter as she moaned out.

"Oh FUCK yes."

And as the words left her mouth, so did Becca's mouth leave Bel's wetness, her fingers dragging slowly down and out of her, Becca refusing to give her the release she craved so badly just yet. She placed small kisses along Bel's parted thighs, her fingertips running lightly back and forth over Bel's swollen labia. There was something delicious in being the one to be able to cause a woman to tremble with desire and Becca was quickly finding out that she enjoyed that certain type of power.

Becca drew her tongue over the length of Bel's slit, then her lips lingered over her jewelry studded hood and closed over it. Then with no notice, Becca's fingers slipped back into Bel, deeply with a sudden ferocity that caused Bel's hips to rise up. Becca's other hand took the advantage and cupped Bel's ass, holding it firmly as her teeth nipped and played with that sensitive flesh, fingers thrusting, curling, working their way against Bel's g spot as she pulled with her teeth, biting lightly.

As much as Bel had been attempting to hold off on her orgasm simply because she loved having another woman between her legs, she felt her body begin to betray her, that certain tightening in her abdomen. Becca felt it too, doubling her efforts of sucking, licking and thrusting but this time relentlessly with no intention of stopping until she had drained Bel dry of her precious fluid.

Again Bel would scream out.

"Fuck..fuck..fuck..FUCK YES, like that!" She moaned the words as her body convulsed against Becca's mouth and tongue, her juices coating Becca's face. Becca however did not bother to slow down, not until Bel's body fell back slightly spent against the pool table. Becca slowed down, lapping Bel's juices up slowly as she could feel the small trembling movements coming from Bel.

Then to add icing to the cake she'd just eaten, Becca removed her fingers and first leaned up over Bel's body, kissing her before moving away and over first to Marty, rubbing her fingers over his lips and allowing him a taste. As Marty sampled Bel's juices from Becca's fingers eagerly, Becca turned her attention to Paul. Pulling away from Marty, she pressed her already turned on and tuned in body tightly against Paul, not asking but simply pressing her lips to his as though it were the most natural thing for her to do. She pulled away then, glancing over at Bel, then Marty and back to Paul declaring as if it were matter of fact.

"I said I'd make her scream, and I did. Dare, met."

Becca had never felt the sense of excitement before in her life that she'd felt since having stepped foot into The Stockade and having laid eyes on the sexy biker known as Paul. It was a feeling she would not easily give up on experiencing again and one thing was for certain about the feisty brunette Paul now felt pressed against him. The sexy young thing never gave up easily.
 
The sexy young woman, that he’d only so recently met, still had his attention, while he stood aloof just casually watching. Even though Bel’s back was towards the main bar area, a few of the patrons took note as Bel’s volume rose and she made no efforts to hide her enjoyment of Becca’s personal attentions to her nether region. A few craning their heads, but little could be seen directly, but much could be clearly assumed, as a few smiled and laughed at Bel’s outbursts, none that knew her truly surprised. This was ‘The Stockade’ and stranger and crazy things had and do go on in it, so the girls got some attention but as they clearly were concluding that attention waned.

Marty grinned as Becca backed away from Bel, slowly pulling her lips from Bel’s mouth, and her fingers from Bel’s wetness. Both men watched as Becca gave Marty a sampling of Bel’s nectar from her finger. Marty took a taste, liking Becca’s attention, but quickly bemoaning her leaving him to seek Paul. Bel however, wanted to make sure the guys didn’t forget her. Becca went about playing with the men, as these weren’t boys, and Bel was still enjoying the lingering effects of orgasm, she went about giving them a small short show. With tingles still coursing through her body, Bel put her hand between her legs while keeping them spread, and now without Becca head offering any obstruction of view, she began to rub her slickness. Bel loved men, and loved the attention of them, and knew exactly how to get it and keep it. So as Becca moved her body up against Paul’s, Bel did her best to make sure the men didn’t forget her.

What do you think guys? I think we have a winner here.

Bel said making sure the guys had a reason to look her out, which of course Marty didn’t need as his eyes were already glued to the lewd display. Paul on the other hand only gave Bel the most cursory of immediate looks, which only left Bel wanting more of Paul’s attention. Instead Paul was zoning in on Becca as she moved in for a kiss. Only when they broke the kiss did he take a real look at Bel, which brought a smile to her face, even if it wasn’t much, Paul too got a gander at her bold display. Standing tall, Paul cocked his head down and answered Becca’s comment.

It looks like you met that dare very well and very effectively.

It was Bel’s turn now, and Becca’s efforts had done little to dull Bel’s desires, if not truly just enflaming them. She slides from the table and begins to look about the table for a shot. This time as she bends over, and does so multiple times, the group getting a very nice view of glistening wetness. Other women might have been shocked or shy about doing it, but Bel thrived on the attention, getting more turned on the more they watched her. Bel arches her back, presenting herself to the group as she lines up the next shot. With a big grin, she pulls her cue stick back, and propels the balls in a Newtonian experiment, one in which the outcome was clear, another ball sinking in a pocket. Clearly all the players were playing to win as it were, and taking effort to make their shots count. Looking over at the group her face bears a mischievous grin.

No need for our men to be left out. So dear, why don’t we see which of us can fill our mouths first with some of that tasty man cream.

Bel stood there, her inner legs still glistening as she waited to see if Becca would take the dare, and which man she would choose. As much as she wouldn’t have mind if Becca took a shot at Marty, and she got a crack at Paul, she understood that was unlikely.
 
Becca stood wrapped in Pauls arms while Bel walked around the table eying up her shot. Becca enjoyed the fact that it was she who now had the handsome bikers attentions while Bel carefully deduced which shot would be her best choice. Becca took the opportunity to press her lithe form and ample bosom tightly to Paul's manly frame, definitely not wanting to be outdone by Bel's display of showing off.

As Becca had figured would happen, Bel lined up the shot and sank the ball. Even as Bel looked over at the group with a wide grin on her face Becca didn't let up on her opportunity to feel Pauls large warm frame against her own, her hands toying lightly with his long hair as Bel spoke.

No need for our men to be left out. So dear, why don’t we see which of us can fill our mouths first with some of that tasty man cream.

If Bel thought that Becca wouldn't take the dare she would quickly find herself to be incorrect. Although for a split second Becca was taken off guard by the other females dare it didn't take her long to make her decision although she would linger a few more moments with her body pressed close to Paul's as she considered her next course of action. She'd already come this far, and was enjoying what she had been experiencing during her time away from Steven so she saw no reason to stop now although a small pang of guilt would cause a slight shiver to run through her. However, not to be outdone by Bel, Becca turned her head and a sly grin would grace her own lovely face as she responded.

"I agree, there is definitely no reason to allow our men to be left out."

Of course Becca reasoned that everyone present would expect her to chose Paul for her next sampling of this new world she had stepped into But Becca, being the intelligent woman that she was had already done the math in her head and had deduced that Marty, who was already visibly turned on by the display would be the best choice if Bel truly intended to see which one of them could make the men give up their special prize first.

With a firm grope to Paul's ass and another kiss to his lips Becca then freed her arms from around his neck and moved to Marty, her hips sashaying back and forth. Upon reaching him she became even bolder as her hands immediately moved to his crotch area to firmly rub his semi hardness through his jeans as she stared up at him. He wasn't near as handsome as Paul and although Becca would have preferred to stay with the sexy biker, she continued her little tryst with Marty.

A grin flitted across her fair features as her fingers nimbly began to pull Marty's zipper down.

"Why limit myself to tasting only one of you?"

Becca had Marty's zipper pulled down by the time she was done with the words and her fingers were already curling around Marty's man meat.

"After all, I prefer a little variety in my diet."

Becca had positioned herself so that Paul could watch as she slid to her knees, that grin still plastered on her face as she pulled Marty's thickness from his pants and wrapped her lips around it, eliciting a moan from the bikers mouth as the warmth of her mouth engulfed his now rather hard cock.
 
Marty chuckled as Paul’s girl came over to feast on his cock. A grin was plastered across his face as Becca moved to extract his meaty length from his pants, where it had been lodged, the girl on girl show having had a clear effect on it.

Damn baby that’s good! Paul’s always got good taste in bitches. Now it’s time for the good stuff!

Marty was a bit cocky and arrogant, but why shouldn’t he be, Paul’s slut just got on her knees to fill her face full of his cock meat. Becca had moved faster and in a direction that only Marty seemed to expect, not that Bel was the least upset. Marty’s cock she could have anytime, and did, so she quickly moved to catch up with Becca by advancing on Paul. It wasn’t like each of these men wasn’t packing a nice set of equipment any girl could love, though Bel would never tell Marty she liked Paul’s a little more. Maybe it was because he was one of the few guys that could and did deny her advances, when it amused him. She took pride that men lavished attention upon her, and that they bragged to their buddies that they had the opportunity to be with her. Never did a guy say anything but she was an awesome lay. When the gang was doing things, and girls were involved, she was usually chosen first, and that pleased her. Still she could see why Paul and Marty wanted Becca, she was hot, hell she wanted Becca. Still as much as she was turned on by Becca, any opportunity to get in Paul’s pants could and wouldn’t be passed up. Now if she could have both, well that would be even better.

Bel sauntered over to Paul, crouching in front of him, her short skirt rising as she spread her leg so he would get a great view of her shaved and pierced snatch. Smiling up with lust she looked into his eyes as she fished out Paul’s manhood, giving it a brief appreciative glance. Then without any preamble she swallowed the whole then to its base, her eyes staring up. A whore would do it for money, but Bel did it for because she liked doing it, no loved doing it. So with her eyes still looking up at Paul, and a mischievous grin, she sucked hard, her cheeks caving inward, as she pulled her head back, letting his member slowly withdraw from her throat. It really didn't matter if to Bel if she won or not, she was going to get one of her favorite treats, from her favorite cock.
 
Becca felt a slight pang of something when she saw Bel's head lowering over Paul's meat. It wasn't exactly jealousy as Becca was more than aware that Paul was by no means "hers". If anything, it felt odd to be sharing a man, or for that fact for her to be with another man yet again. Not Steven. Not Paul. Yet there Becca was, in the act and finding that for the first time in her life she really didn't care what anyone else thought. The truth was that Becca was enjoying herself and she intended to do just that before she would ultimately need to see...no face....Steven again.

Becca forgot about Bel, although from her kneeling position in front of the ever more throbbing with each passing moment Marty, would look over to Paul trying to catch his glance from time to time. That didn't deter in her mission to win the bet though as for some reason she wanted Paul to know that she wasn't afraid to go for what she wanted. And for some strange reason, she wanted to please Paul.

Becca's head lowered on Marties hardness and she struggled not to gag as she felt it pushing against the back of her throat. Becca focused on her breathing while Martie's fingers grabbed onto the back of her head, feeding her his man meat and urging her forward.

Becca curled a hand around Marties shaft and her strokes began to follow her mouth, up and down, both lips and hand squeezing tightly around that thickened end.

"Fuck, this bitch is talented!"

Marty moaned the words out and Becca felt Marty swelling and prepared herself for the inevitable and determined if the biker didn't pull out to swallow every drop that she could. It didn't really matter to Becca where Marty did it even if she wasn't particularly fond of the idea of having her face sprayed by the biker, as long as Marty did it first. And if the sassy brunette was right, just one more lowering of her head around his thick meat, followed by a firm squeeze of her hand would seal that fate...
 
Marty grinned as the newest bitch to ‘The Stockade’ proved she was going to be a good addition to the gang. Though she didn’t go at it as aggressively as Bel was sometimes known to do, his cock wasn’t in the least displeased. The fingers of his hand curling in her hair as he got a good grip, as he kept encouraging her to swallow more of his length. Even though he probably shouldn’t have, he started to push more in, wanting to feel as much as possible of his cock buried in this new bitch’s throat. His hips starting to rotate as he started to slowly fuck her face.

Oh fuck this one’s good! If she keeps this up, I’m going of dump a nice big load into this sexy fucking hole of hers!

While Marty’s balls were even now starting to churn with his pent up load, Paul was only just getting hard, Bel’s vast experience and skill, was making major headway, she knew that she might lose to the new girl, but was that really loosing if she had Paul’s cock in her mouth. So she inhaled and swallowed his tasty length, loving the flavor of it as it filled her mouth. Paul put his hand on her head, but Bel needed no encouragement, as she loved cock and Paul’s was one of her favorites.

Marty groaned and grunted as he reveled in the oral talent of the sexy thing before him. The more Becca took, the more he knew this wouldn’t last long, his balls felt like they were about to explode, the little show before having got him stirred up. Paul looked briefly over smiling as the new girl, showed she was game, and that she could play with this rather rough and frisky crowd.

Oh this fucking bitch is going to be a winner, a real winner buddy!

Marty said as his cock began to pulsing and spew his cock slime into Becca mouth, not caring if it went down her throat or across her face. Paul laughed as he knew Bel still had a ways to go, and there was nothing more fun than Bel losing, for she’d go out of her way, to prove she was the best, hottest, crazier sexy slut the gang had, and that was going to be fun to watch and experience.
 
It was clear to Becca that Marty didn't have a shred of Paul's sexiness, but he did have a long enough of a cock to keep Becca's mouth and tongue more than busy, if not also filled. Marty seemed to have no more qualm about the way he had begun to fuck Becca's face than he had in attempting to fill her mouth with his cum.

Becca had already prepared herself for the fact that Marty would let his load shoot wherever it ended up, and a good bit of it ended up on Becca's chin as her tongue was still teasing the tip of Marty's cock even as it shot a rope of sticky white liquid partially into her mouth and tongue. Even when he'd stopped spewing his cum over her face she continued to lick the liquid from him, cleaning him but her eyes were locked onto Paul's the entire time. She didn't watch as Bel went about pleasing Paul, it was more that she maintained her gaze locked with his that was more important to her.

Bel however wasn't in the least bit concerned that she'd just lost as it gave her more opportunity to show Paul what she was capable of and hopefully it would help her to end up on the other end of that wonderfully hard thick cock that so many of the women in the gang loved to have the attentions of. Becca however wasn't interested in just the bikers cock though. There was more to Paul than the other bikers she'd seen in the bar.

What exactly he was, Becca wasn't sure of but she was certain that she wanted more of him. And she was also certain that when she spoke to Steven again, there would be much more to their relationship then there had ever been before, and this wasn't something Becca had ever thought would be a part of any relationship she'd ever be involved in but it had come just to that all because, she'd had to stop that first night, and she'd had to come back this night, and now all she could think of was finding a way to get back there again in the future.
 
Marty had his eyes shut as he enjoyed the lingering vestiges of his orgasm and the exquisite feeling of the new girl’s mouth on his cock as she consumed the last remnants of his spent load. He noticed her looking over at Paul and Bel, as Bel devoured Paul’s cock with unbridled enthusiasm and fervor. Bel wasn’t sucking cock because she had to, she was sucking cock because she loved to, and the harder it got the more pride and joy she seemed to get. Sex for her wasn’t an afterthought it was a forethought, something she looked forward to, planned and gave herself every opportunity to experience. If it felt so good, why wouldn’t she want to feel it as often and as much as possible? When Marty opened his eyes, he saw her staring over at the other couple, and followed her gaze with his own. He didn’t feel any jealousy, he wasn’t faithful and if you knew Bel, you knew that wasn’t possible either. Marty was just happy that sexy Bel, spent most of her time with him, it felt good, and kept his cock happy. He stroked Becca’s hair as he voiced his admiration.

Damn she good at that isn’t she?

He said it rhetorically, as he didn’t expect an answer, but was just enjoying the show too. Paul’s manhood grew to fill Bel’s mouth, to this point the gang’s favorite slut. All time he’d known Bel, she was always the best when she couldn’t have something or was in competition for it. Though it was hard to look away from the beautiful sight of Bel between his leg, but he did. His eyes caught Becca watching, and he winked and smiled, before turning his attention back the Bel. Marty continued his commentary to no one in particular.

Shit Bel could suck chrome off a bumper. That girl knows how to completely drain a guy’s balls.

Plus Marty knew if this kept up, Bel would be a tiger tonight, and he wouldn’t get any sleep. Not that he was going to complain.

Paul didn’t need to shove his cock down Bel’s throat, the girl’s face was buried in his crotch as she swallowed ever inch, like the skilled cocksucker she was. Her bobbing head and tongue worked every throbbing inch of his length. Deep guttural groans slipped from Paul’s lips as he took his pleasure from this experienced slut. A few eyes were cast their direction from the main room, as this lust filled encounter continued. Still there was not much Paul or any man could do to stop the inevitable, and he didn’t want to. As his groans increased as his shaft blasted its load into Bel’s waiting mouth. Little escaped, though some was swallowed, but the majority of it remained where she intended right in her mouth, both so she could savoir it, and plus she wanted to share. Only when she knew he was done did she stand, smile and walk toward Becca.
 
Becca's eyes never left Paul's form as the gang slut slurped and sucked on his meaty shaft, her will to drain his balls not allowing her to stop. A small twinge shot through Becca, although she'd not be able to pinpoint exactly what it was she was feeling. Perhaps a bit of jealousy, although she knew that was simply stupid of her to feel that way. It was more than obvious, that Paul had no regular girl, so Becca really had no reason to feel jealousy. Maybe it was just the fact, that she wished it was she who was having her mouth filled with his seed as she saw him spurting his load into the other girls mouth.

Bels cheeks filled with the hot sticky liquid, and although she would kiss Paul those cheeks remained filled. Becca watched as she approached, it taking only a moment for it to register in her mind what Bel was up to. Instead of reacting in the way she assumed Bel would think that she would, she stepped right up to the horny girl, her lips moving to cover Bel's as she accepted the gift Bel offered to her.

Becca kissed Bel feverishly, knowing full well that all of the sexual circumstances happening around her had kept her wet and still needing to feel a cock stuffing her but Becca pulled away, suddenly half way through the kiss, her hands leaving Bel's sides where they had been roaming.

She turned then, eyes locking onto Paul's and without so much as a bit of hesitation, her lithe form moved across the room until her body was pressed tightly to his, her hand reaching to stroke along his still wet length as her lips were brought to met his. Becca's actions became even bolder when she leaned up, forcing her tongue past his lips and into his mouth were he would taste his own semen on her tongue, the gift given to her by the now rather defiant looking Bel as she stood looking on, watching Becca reap the rewards of her own labors.

In the back round, Marty could be heard chuckling softly as he moved to pull Bel close to him and press her form against his half spent cock. "Hey baby, don't fret, there's plenty more where that came from if you're sill hungry."
 
Paul’s took in the sexy nymphet that pressed her body against his, while her hand tenderly worked to revive life back into his spent length, which would need a moment to recover. Not that he needed any encouragement, as his lips met hers, and a passionate lusty kiss ensued. Her eagerness and willingness only added to his desire for her, as he found himself wanting more of her time and body. For Paul there were always girls that were willing and available, and that in itself was enough for his basic needs, but this one, this one had that something that went beyond her gorgeous body. While his arms briefly enveloped her, and his hand took possession her of her body, he realized why he wanted her more. She had spunk, a personality, and a quick intellect that made her different from most of the women he slept with, few if any had the total package. Still that wouldn’t have been enough, what truly set her apart, was her clear enjoyment of playing with him.

While Paul held the sexy thing in his arms, his hand enjoying the softness of her body, Bel answered Marty while she chalked her cue stick.

Oh I know you do baby, but sometimes a girl want some variety in her diet.

Bel said as she licked her lips, and looked at the table. The balls were thinning out, and where the cue ball landed didn’t give her much in the way of a shot. Knowing that Becca was to follow, she just lined up a shot that would give Becca an opportunity for at least one or maybe even a few good shots. So with a sexy grin she made her shot which missed, but as she rose, she winked at Becca, Marty didn’t notice as his eyes were of course fully engage in watching her tight ass, which she of course she wiggled for both the boys and Becca to enjoy.
 
Her body suddenly felt weak again as Paul's mouth claimed hers. Lots of me were good kissers but this man..she took a shaky breath as he slowly unwound his tongue from hers...this man kissed with sin dripping from every single swipe of his tongue against hers, every single press of her mouth.

And she couldn't help but draw a small, sharp, but yet evident breath when his arms held her close, his hands moving again on her body. She tried to think about the game, still taking mental notes of how the others, even Bel, eyed their shots and she could see the way the thoughts had ticked in their heads, their inner debates about how they were going to set up their shots. Yes, she would think of that.

As she settled into the warm, blanket of his body against her, his arms around her, she'd literally never felt so right about anything else before. Not even Steven. Just then, Paul's hand moved gingerly over her curves, leaving her left with another jolt of warmth that spread throughout her body, warmth pooling in the hollow of her throat and immediately moving downward until it seared through her needy, pretty pink pussy once more.

Damn it! She screamed the words inside of her head as she felt her body beginning to melt into his, her desire to be joined with him, at least one more time threatening her sensibilities.

"You're up sexy" Marty had said from the opposite side of the table, nodding his head in Becca's general direction.

Becca blinked. She was up. Thank God, it was just the excuse she needed to put some distance between her and the man who was absolutely beginning to absorb her thoughts.

She untangled herself from Paul's strong arms and grabbed her stick. She eyed the table. Two balls left...Becca walked around the table, giving time to collect herself and her thoughts, and try to ignore the ache she had begun to feel between her legs.

Becca really needed to get out of her now, and fast. She needed to not be anywhere near Paul right now. Her eyes flew back to the balls. Her mind focused, she had never been a big pool player but she seemed to be having enough of luck to still be getting by.

The brunette in the barely there dress that would once again show her ass when she bent over finally stopped, not far from where Marty now stood and leaned in to take the first shot. With baited breath, she pulled back and then set the balls in motion.

The first ball dropped in and Becca's head dipped low before she stood up as she drew in a long breath allowing Marty more time to view her bare bottom than she had intended. Marty whistled and Becca rose to her full height, turning her head and nodding at him appreciatively with a sweet little smile. Then she moved again, this time around the table so that now she was standing in the perfect position to give the sexy hunk of a biker who just had his arms around her mere minutes...seconds ago, a unobstructed view of her firm round bottom and perhaps even more.

With careful thought, she bent and began eying up her shot and all of the while making sure that there was no way Paul would not allow his eyes to be pulled down her slender back and to that ass now tucked up high in the air. She moved then, only one small step that would bring her left foot back just slightly but it was enough to make the already short skirt rise even higher as she leaned to take the final shot.

She held her breath, watched as the ball rolled down the table, close...it was so close but damn did she hit it hard enough? Her answer came seconds later as the ball dropped into the pocket she had aimed for and a smile instantly appeared on her face as she stood, clapping her hands with glee.

She had won. Becca Jones had won the game and the next dare. Of course, now would be the perfect time to make her exit. Just walk out, not give anyone time to say a word or even react. She put the stick back with the others first and then looked first at Marty, then Bell until her eyes fixed themselves upon Paul's handsome face and felt herself begin to waiver.

No...she wouldn't allow herself to waiver this time. Instead, she simply tilted her head slightly, leaned up and pressed her lips to his one last time and slipped a napkin into his hand that had her cell phone number and address written on it. Pulling back and regretting what she had to do next if she wanted to stay sane, she smiled teasingly at him.

"I dare you to call me ..." Her voice was breathy, one could almost the need in her voice, her ache as she allowed her body to brush his one more time. Beginning to step away from him she finished "and give me a real ride.." her eyes caught his before she disappeared then "on that Harley of yours..."

By then her words had already begun to fall away as she stepped out the door and walked to her car, not even bothering to smooth the dress down that was still bunched slightly on her hips from having been bent over moments ago, taking her shot.

She had taken the shot, but now would it pay off was her only thought as she pulled out of the parking lot with a sigh. Now, soon, she would have to face Steven but yet her mind lingered on the experience at The Stockade and even more so, on the man who had captured her curiosity.

Paul.
 
The hot young thing sauntered back to the table, all eyes on her as she took up the pool stick to do battle again. She moved with a grace, as she stepped around the table to find the correct shot, her outfit, her body, her look, keeping Paul’s attention. For a moment he thought about bending her over the table, and applying his stick to her, but he refrained, willing to wait, knowing it would be even better later. He was sure, he’d made an impact on her, and that he was going to enjoy a lot more of her. All he had to do for now was enjoy the game, and see where it went. She gave him a small smile after the first ball dropped, not saying a thing, Paul merely nodded his head, waiting to see if she could finish this game off. The final shot was an exquisite end to a fine game, as she bent over the table, stuck out her fine posterior, and lined up her shot. Paul knew that this was as much about the shot as a method of getting his attention, and it worked. So as her short skirt rose up, the smooth flawless skin of her thigh ever more exposed, his eyes watched, waited in anticipation of what was to be revealed. He didn’t really know her, and yet everything he saw, only made him want to know her more. The curves and lines of her most intimate areas, began to be briefly revealed as she took her last shot.

The last ball hit rolled seemingly with determination, a destiny, as it closed the distance with the small round dark crevice that was the pocket. Soon enough it was enveloped in that tight hole, though Paul almost missed it as his eyes were elsewhere. Bel gave a cheer, Marty just raised his beer bottle as she tilted her head back and made her dare. Paul stood there stoically as she personally challenged him, all the time thinking this young thing has some spunk to her. Marty laughed, Bel smiled at Becca challenge while Paul stood for a moment unflinching, as if considering her words. The others a little shocked as Becca set the down her cue stick and simply turned and proceeded to leave. Paul made no effort to chase or follow after her, he just leaned over grab his beer and had a drink. He could have run after her, but he didn’t chase after girls, even this one. If you chased, he knew you immediately lost the race.


Well that was a fun game

Paul said as he leaned against the wall and sipped on his beer. Bel looked at the two guys, and made her intentions clear.


One of you boys, had better be taking me home quick, because I need some serious attention. Or even better both of you.

Marty just rolled his eyes, grabbed her about the waist and pulled her close.


Just keep you panties on, I’ll take you home in a minute, and make sure you’re taken care of.

Bel smiled, winked at Paul, and teased Marty

Promises, Promises!

There was laughter from everyone as the life continued on at the Stockade.

Somewhere across town, Steven was sending yet another annoying text message to Becca.

Where are you? Do you know what time it is?

Like some overzealous parent always treating her like a child, Steven continued to harp on her about her every activity as if she didn’t have the capability to make any decision, except bad ones on her own.
 
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