Will she stay.....

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    At times...she must.
    The sidewalk filled with the lunch crowd from the offices, she's comfortable, as she's one of them. Impeccably groomed, her tight pencil skirt and crisp white blouse buttoned to the neck...she almost looks 'librarian' if a passing glance told the story. Half glasses, mostly for show mind you...even a pencil still behind her ear!
    All morning she's known. It seeps in slowly most times..other times it overwhelms. Today she'll pass by the usual cuisine of choice..the host will wonder where she's gone. Two blocks to the south today where the neighborhood changes...she knows the changes to expect, has cleared her schedule.
    The blush colors her, as it always does, breath elevating while she walks. It excites the young wife when she's alone at times when she must. Sunglasses mask her wide eyes..eyes begining to glaze. A tightness constricts her throat, the gulp not helping.
    Ahead, a worn sign dangles from it's moorings...her destination. Propping her glasses upon her forehead, she enters. The dark interior draws her.. the smell of stale beer, the rough and tumble manner, the low music and...the stares! It's the stares she craves..bold and deliberate stares..stares from the men within, some with wonder, others with a knowing.
    "What'll it be missy" the gruff question while swiping his bartowel to clear an unseen mess.
    "SanPellegrino with a lemon, please"
    "What? Listen missy, this is a gin joint and we don't have whatever you jus said..so,I'll ask ya again, whatcha havin?"
    She had to test..it's required.
    "Gin, three fingers, neat" her look direct, with purpose.
    "Ya sure?" his eyes boring into her soul, wondering, as he slowly pours and slides the glass rudely, challenging her.
    Leaving the glass upon the bartop, she walks to the door. The bright sunshine washes over her as she stands. A slight sway to the soft jazz while looking out, arms high against the jambs.
    "I'll stay," her whisper to no one in particular "for awhile."
    Without even looking she feels the eyes, all of them, watching..some still wondering. She knows what they wonder..she's done this before.
    Occasionally she's been made to stay. She hopes this is one of those times...when she's made to stay. He'll want to know.
     
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    A wry smile as she ponders,'He'll worry..he always does.' the silent musing as she turns back towards the bar...the gin awaits.
    A slow saunter perhaps the best description, not overt. Feeling the silenced conversations..the corner in particular where three men occupy a table..the gin beckons. Leaning on the bartop..she knows to arch her back..perched upon her elbows, she toys with the glass, manicured nails tapping lightly.
    "No panties I'll bet," the whisper overheard from the corner causes a smile.
    Peering over the glass, a mannered sip while engaging the bartender,"A thong," she whispers, " and thigh highs."
    "Damn girl, dontcha know where you are? Ya can't be tellin that kinda stuff in a place like this...you crazy?"
    Gazing to him, her pink lips teasingly circle the rim..she tosses the gin back in a single gulp.
    "Another" she purrs, sliding the glass forward.
    'A whacko if ya ask me' his thoughts as he pours...another.
    The tight skirt molds her every nuance, lithe thighs, her heart shape, while she rolls her hips..bent to the bar, knowing they see how she'll move...if she stays!
    Straightening herself, she turns to face them..in the corner..gin in hand. Eyes count three men as they survey each one, measuring their boldness. Two glance away..one stares right back. She seeks the boldness and holds his eyes while gulping the gin.
     
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    The leader..she knows to acknowledge, while she sways, her arms coming above her head, wrists clasped together, the dance practised, meant to entice! A slight distraction..another, alone at the end of the bar clears his throat, looking down into his beer. Slowly she walks, the sashay deliberate, watching his reactions. Cold eyes greet her gaze..eyes that frighten, determined eyes that convey danger. These eyes she's seen on other occasions when she's stayed...these are the eyes that excite her! In the past it's been eyes like his that take...they needn't ask, they take!
    Warmth scurries up her porcelain neck, blushing her cheeks, the fever building. Reaching back she releases her auburn hair, shaking it to her shoulders freeing it from the proper confines of her office attire.
    She relishes the combined fear and heat that manifests..it's why she's come! It's this exact moment, when she returns home, this overwhelming, that thrills him..when she tells. O yes, she'll tell him when he asks how her blood boils, the way her panties seep, the tension she's created here. Yes...she'll tell him!
    The young wife enjoys the telling, the power she owns over him..to give herself to others that will make her stay, these others that satisfy her lewd cravings. He's come to expect this of her, she's made it clear that she's to be shared..it thrills her so to share with others, the sheer passion that cannot be contained..a passion he barely understands. It's not even his place to allow it..he wouldn't dare refuse her the time when she stays!
     
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    Cold hard eyes draw her in, an unspoken demand. A glance to the corner, she walks to the loner at the bar, an excitement filling her.
    Nipples firm beneath the fabric..the unmasking has begun. Nervousness, the outright passion bubbling just below the surface, she stands close..waiting.
    "Closer...." the rough voice, not looking up.
    A thick heavy tension permeates the seedy bar, all eyes upon the young wife while inching...closer.
    "What would you tell him," a low whisper into his beer,"IF you're allowed to leave?" the emphasis not lost on her..she understands!
    "O God yessssssssss," gushes from the fevered girl.
    "You know the girl I am," head down, shyly peeking through her hair, followed by a hint..a hint she's certain he in fact does understand, "Sir."
    Grasping her left hand, he places it upon the bar top, palm down, her rings glittering in the soft light.
    "You'll wear your rings for this..for us!" his statement causing an immodest sigh from the wayward wife, her knees slightly buckling while digesting the
    ramifications..thinking of the telling that will follow!
    A nod to the bartender,"Another..she needs another."
    Quickly he shuffles, gin in hand, and pours her..another.
    The loner stands, grasping her sparkling hand, the timid wife breathless, knowing he shall lead.
    "Turn...face them in the corner. Show them," the whisper near her ear, the pale skin against her auburn hair a striking contrast, his stubble scratching, "show them why you've come, what you crave from us here...show them!!" the heated hiss while taking her hand, placing it to his denim rudely.
    "Make it clear to them..crystal clear!..that his rings, his diamonds are willingly grasping another! Show them, little girl..show them!!"
     
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    "Ohhhhh..." a melting, her hand outlining his thickness while peering shyly to the corner, nails scratching the coarse fabric along his thigh. The three...in awe of her display fall into a silence, watching...patiently.
    The loner grasps a handfull of her auburn, elongating her neck as she arches for him..her rings fixed upon his throbbing. A rough workingmans hand smooths over the tight skirt..along needy hips..testing her young thighs..molding her firm heart shape, building her fire, her eyes focused to the corner.
    A small mewling escapes..his hand has left her rings..hers, stays of it's own accord against the denim, firming him.
    "This is why you've come, isn't it!" not a question, as he cups her breast, her head pulled back, breathing erratically.
    "Ahhhhhh...." a wimper, her firm nipple pulled and twisted through her crisp white blouse roughly..still her rings fondle and grasp!
    A sharp spank, her delicous ass quivering, springing back into place. The tight skirt with a backslit welcomes his calloused fingers as they slide along an inner thigh along her hose.
    "Unnggggggh..." she crumbles, the fingers meeting the bare skin between the stockings and her panties..still she firms him!
    Behind the young girl now, her hand fastened upon his throbbing, the loner reaches over her shoulders..to begin the unbuttoning, to show her to the men in the corner. Hands come to her neck, lifting her face to watch them, her small gasps and breathlessness serving to unwind her further.
    "Show them," the gruff voice behind her " show them the slutwife you are!"
    "O Gawd.....yessssssssssssssssssss" she keens, eyes glazed, nipples hard and begging.
    *Click* a knife is produced, brought into her vision, shining in the light as it approaches her pale neck. *Flick* the top button falls to the floor, her scream of fear and surprise! *Flick* the next, to the floor.
    Still...she firms him!
    "You're soaked...aren't you little slut!" harsh words that thrill her!
    "Yeeessss...Sir" her confession couched in a whisper.
    "Tell them, slutwife...tell them!" the demand.
    "Yessssssssss...I'm..soaked!!" the scream to the corner.
    Suddenly the knife is thrown, burying itself in the near wall and her blouse is shredded open, buttons flying across the floor, the pink lace exposed!
    "Ahhhhhh...fuuuccccck!" the inflamed girl trembles, the surprise shocking.