Picking up a Slut
Ch. 1
by Laszlo ©

"You know how hard it is to get a good fuck in this city?"

She was rubbing her bare leg against mine as we sat side by side at the 
bar. I knew she was drunk - very drunk - by her provocative conversation. 
Sex and men, men and women, women and sex.

"You have a girlfriend? A wife maybe?" she asked, putting her manicured 
hand on mine, feeling where my wedding ring should be.

She giggled and knocked back the rest of her vodka, the third that I'd 
bought her. Her ample tits jiggled in her tight spaghetti strap dress and 
I watched her strand of fake pearls nestle into her cleavage.

"No, not me. I'm free and easy," I replied. "A wife wouldn't let me out to 
meet sexy women like you," I grinned.

I could have taken this girl home with me an hour ago. But what I enjoy 
most is flirting in public with bimbos who like to flaunt their sexy 
bodies. Seeing what they'll dare to do in front of other people is always, 
for me, the best prelude to sex.

"She'd hate the thought of me admiring those pearls, for example," I 
added, with a wink.

"You like them?" she asked, toying with the pearls that had wedged between 
her tanned breasts.

"They look great against your skin," I whispered, as I leaned forward and, 
with a finger, pushed one of her straps down off her shoulder and then ran 
my finger up her neck.

"You're tickling me!!" she laughed, turning to bite my finger gently. Then 
the bite turned into a suck, an advertisement, perhaps, of what her tongue 
and lips could do. The couple sitting opposite us at the bar were watching 
us with interest, as things heated up. 

"Mmmm, that's nice!" I said softly, as I extracted my finger and ran it 
down her cheek. I kept it going down the other shoulder, leaning across 
her, and loosened her other strap also. She gave no opposition to the 
slender thread sliding down, so my finger kept going, caressing the pearls 
at her neck and, then, slowly, those lower down as well.

She threw her head back, showing me the long arch of her neck. I kissed 
her ear, but my finger kept going, down, down. Finally I could feel the 
soft flesh of her breasts. I coiled the strand of pearls around a finger 
and, with my other fingertips, gently stroked her breasts through her 
dress.

"You've got stunning breasts," I whispered, "and nibbling on this ear is 
kinda fun too." I think she knew I'd pulled the straps down far enough to 
almost show her nipples, so she sat upright and turned to me.

"Wouldn't we be more comfortable somewhere else?" she asked, looking down 
with mild surprise, but not adjusting her dress at all.

"I'd like to show you off a little, if I may," I said. 

I often say this to flirtatious women like her; usually, they respond by 
asking me what I mean. I'd usually say something like, "I think you're 
exceptionally beautiful and I'd like it if others could appreciate it as 
well." About half the time, they're fine with it and go along with me. 
After all, I usually pick slightly 'slutty' women to flirt with; women who 
were already showing a lot of leg or cleavage.

"Well . . .," she paused a little and bit her lower lip. "Just a little, OK?"

I nibbled her ear again and kissed, lower, on her neck. My hand returned 
to her pearls and, this time, moved inside the tight fabric of her dress. 
No bra, and her nipple was hard as I tweaked it. I stretched the fabric to 
peek at the curve of her breast and the dark erect nipple.

The barman here knew me well, as it was a regular pick-up joint for bimbos 
and wannabes. He moved in for a look, making out he was just collecting 
glasses. "Another drink here?" he asked, smiling.

She opened her eyes and, realising my hand was inside her dress still, 
pulled away, slightly alarmed. "Umm, no, not for me," she stammered.

"We'll have two more," I countered. "Thanks Ian," I winked.

"Don't worry about him," I went on. "He's a friend." My hand went back 
inside her dress and, this time, she made no objection. I also moved to 
start unzipping the front of her dress.

"Hey!" she said softly, and put her hand on mine. "Naughty!" she giggled.

"C'mon," I said, "It's dark in here and nobody's watching." As I said this 
I glanced across the bar and saw the other couple still eyeing us closely.

Ian brought our drinks and she picked hers up, emptying her glass with one 
long sip. "Well, with that in me, why not?" she giggled and reached for 
her own zip. Her slim hand with its painted crimson nails slowly slid the 
zipper down an inch. 

"Very nice," I whispered. "That deserves a kiss!" I added, as I planted a 
juicy one on her lips.

"Can I have another one?" she asked, after I pulled away. 

"Sure," I said, and motioned with a nod to her zipper.

Her hand took the zipper and, very slowly, undid another inch, as she 
looked me directly in the eye. Her already low-cut dress was now revealing 
nearly all of her tits, which jiggled nicely as she wiggled on her seat.

I kissed her again, this time a bit longer. She moaned loudly as her body 
twisted towards me. Again, I pulled away first and sat up straight, 
looking her up and down.

"How many more kisses are left in this zipper?" she giggled, running her 
finger down the front of her dress. The zipper ran all the way to the hem 
and it was now undone to below the bottom of her breasts, showing the top 
of her tanned belly.

"Well, that depends on what you've got on underneath," I winked, grinning. 


"You are incredibly wicked!" she giggled, as Ian came back again to get 
her now empty glass.

I reached towards her zipper once more, imagining she'd stop me. But she 
didn't. I took the zipper in my fingers and looked her in the eye, 
smiling. 

Zzzzzzziiiiiipppppp. 

I pulled down, down, down. As I undid it all the way, I got a view of her 
gold g-string, just big enough to cover her neatly trimmed bush.

"Well?" she asked, when the dress had come completely apart. It hung on 
her by the shoulder straps alone and she wriggled her arms free and let 
the dress fall to the floor below.

Ian and several other couples were now staring at her, sitting in just a 
pair of platform shoes and a tiny gold g-string. Her voluptuous hips and 
ample tits glowed golden under the dim lights.

"I think I'd like another drink!" she giggled, pushing her tits out. Ian 
quickly went off to make them, while I admired her - both for her body and 
for her courage.

"You look absolutely superb!" I whispered, cupping one breast as I leaned 
forward to kiss her. She met my kiss hotly, pressing and twisting her 
almost naked body against mine. 

"Let's go!" she whispered. "I'm so hot and horny I could come right here!!"

People had stopped their conversations to watch her and Ian soon returned 
with two more vodkas. "These are on the house," he said, stopping to 
admire her heavy breasts with their dark, erect nipples.

Again, she picked up her glass and, in a single long sip through her 
straw, it was gone. That made five, or was it six? I'd lost count myself 
of how much we'd drunk. 

Other guys were starting to walk past and grab at her butt, which she 
largely ignored. But I could see that if I didn't get us out of here soon, 
my plans for the night might not work out how I'd imagined.

"OK, I think we should go," I whispered, pressing my lips against the 
wispy hair of her temple.

I got off my stool and reached down for her dress, which was crumpled on 
the floor. As I offered it to her, I could feel it was slightly damp from 
having lain in some spilled drinks.

"I'm sorry, I think it got a bit wet . . .," I started to apologise. 

"Hey, don't worry," she slurred, as she struggled to pull it on. 

"I'll help you," I offered, seeing that she was going to have trouble 
putting it on. She slid off her stool and stood, swaying slightly, so I 
could help her with the dress. I deliberately zipped it up just enough to 
hold it together, but not far enough to conceal her jiggling tits.

"It's not zipped up!" she murmured, as she leaned against me.

The thought of walking out onto the street with a half-naked drunk slut 
made me feel incredibly horny, so I zipped her up just a fraction more and 
slid her breasts in under the loose material.

"There!" I said. "Let's look for a cab." I left a generous tip for Ian and 
ushered her towards the door, feeling every eye in the place following us.

In her platform heels, she stumbled out onto the street, to the obvious 
astonishment of a couple of passers-by, who looked around to glance at her 
wobbling cleavage.

"I can't walk in these shoes!" she complained, as she clung to my arm. Her 
lipstick had smudged a little and her hair was messy; with her tits almost 
out and tottering on her heels, she looked every bit the trashed bimbo.

"Hang onto me, honey. You'll be alright," I reassured her, as we moved 
along slowly. I wanted her to look even more wanton and sluttish so I slid 
my hand under her dress and up to the waist of her g-string.

"Oh," she moaned. "What are you doing?"

"Just a little adjustment!" I laughed, as I pulled her underwear down her 
generous butt. "You'll be more comfortable walking without this."

Her slinky little g-string slipped down her butt and hung between her 
thighs as she tried to keep walking. "You'll have to step out of them," I 
suggested.

She said nothing but simply stopped and lifted one foot, then the other, 
until she was free of her underwear. I took the g-string and stuffed it 
into my pocket, and led her slowly along.

"Much further to go?" she murmured. "Let's go home. Fuck. I wanna fuck."

Most people we passed could see her breasts swaying almost openly through 
her unzipped dress, but few would have noticed that she was now pantyless, 
as her dress was just long enough to cover her pussy.

"Here's the taxi rank," I said, pulling her to a halt near a bench. It was 
a well-lit area, with about half a dozen other people waiting for cabs.

They all stared, with one middle-aged lady saying, "Is she alright? She 
looks in a bad way!"

"A few too many," I smiled, trying to act the chivalrous gentleman. "Just 
taking her home before she really collapses."

"Mmmmm," she murmured, leaning into me with her warm tits. "I wanna fuck. 
Fuck me," she said softly.

The middle-aged lady was listening and, I think, was a little shocked at 
what she heard. "You better take her home, son. You take the first cab 
that comes, OK?"

I wondered whether to zip up her dress and make her 'decent' while we 
waited, but I decided against it. She kept murmuring and whispering things 
as she leaned into me and wriggled her hips provocatively.

"Is she OK?" the interfering lady asked me, as the other bystanders 
watched. "What's she been drinking, anyway? Why don't you zip her up a 
bit, too?"

"She's OK. Really," I said with the straightest face I could manage. The 
middle-aged lady kept on looking her up and down.

Several cabs had gone by, all with passengers. Suddenly, the wriggling in 
my arms got stronger and her moans got a bit louder. She leaned up and 
started kissing me amorously, as one leg wound up and around my hip.

"I want to fuck," she said softly. "C'mon. C'mon."

With her leg up like that, I knew that the other taxi passengers could 
probably see her butt and, perhaps, even her pussy from behind. I felt 
incredibly turned on by this and, if it wasn't for the meddling lady, 
would probably have encouraged her a bit more.

"Hey, hey," I whispered. "We're at a taxi rank. We'll be in a cab soon. 
Home soon, OK?" I pushed her leg down again, so she tottered on her heels 
once more.

She looked up at me, with a slightly hurt look on her face. Then she 
grinned girlishly and her hand went to her zipper. "Look!" she whispered, 
as she started to pull her zipper down.

I was so captivated by the thought of her stripping off in public like 
this that I made no move, no sound. Her slim hand pulled the zipper down 
until her tits fell free. She looked down at them with obvious approval.

"Kiss me!" she ordered, with a slightly slurred voice. I felt as if someone else was controlling my body and, obediently, leaned down to meet her wet lips.

As we kissed, I could feel her hand, unzipping the rest of her dress. She 
let it fall open at the front as she pressed hard against me. The feel of 
her ripe full breasts with their hard nipples aroused me tremendously and 
I took a look at the people around us, watching.

"Go, girl!" said a young guy, standing with his buddies, who then started 
cheering her on.

I knew that her loosely hanging dress shielded much of her naked body from 
view, at least for as long as she remained tight against me. We continued 
to kiss as she rubbed her breasts against my chest.

"Hey! You two!! For goodness sakes!!" It was the middle-aged woman again. 
"Here's your cab. Quick!"

I saw a cab had come to the kerb and the rear passenger door was open. 
"Let's go babe!" I whispered, as I disentangled her from me. I thought of 
zipping her up, but then decided to give these people a show instead.

So, taking her hand, I led her the half a dozen steps across the footpath 
to the waiting cab and helped her in. Her tits jiggled as she walked past 
the assembled people, most of whom looked too stunned to say anything. 

"Thanks!" I smiled to the middle-aged woman as I slid into the cab's back 
seat.

I pulled the door closed and gave the startled cab driver my address.

"We'll be there in just a few minutes," I whispered to her, as I pulled 
her close to me and kissed her in the darkness.

"Good!" she murmured. "I want to fuck you," she whispered, as the city 
lights glittered on her bare skin through the glass of the speeding cab. 

 
Picking up a Slut Ch. 2
by Laszlo ©

At the age of 35, I've only just discovered how easy it is to encourage 
women to flaunt their sexy bodies and not mind men looking at them. While 
most women don't like to be called sluts, some of the signs are pretty 
easy to spot: low cut tops; short skirts; tight pants. 

This one, however, caught me by surprise. "Do you like my shoes?" 

Niki had been chatting with me for an hour or so, crossing and recrossing 
her smooth tanned legs. Her loose dress kept riding up her legs, keeping 
my eyes on her flawless thighs. Every so often, her slim hands, with their 
manicured nails and silver rings, would smooth the sparkly fabric down.

"Well?" she asked, with a little pout, putting one foot up on the low 
table in front of us. The soft, slow jazz went on against the clink of 
glasses and murmured conversations in the background.

Her slim foot was arched in a very high heeled sandal. Two little 
leopard-skin straps crossed her toes and just held the shoe on as she 
dangled it. Encircling her ankle was a fine silver chain, which I fingered 
as I leaned forward.

"Very nice!" I commented, as my eye moved up her shapely calf and thigh. 

Again, she stretched her dress over her upper thighs and leaned forward so 
that her hair brushed my face. "And you like my little chain?", she asked, 
as she also fingered it, twining her long fingers around mine.

I ran my fingers up her calf and to the inside of her knee. 

"Looking for something else, Laszlo?" she giggled, letting her caramel 
thighs drift open slightly. Niki smiled as some people walking by our 
table looked at her long outstretched leg.

"So, you like slinky little dresses, huh?" I asked Niki with a smile. 
"This one certainly looks good on you!"

"It looks good crumpled on the floor in a corner, too!" she giggled, 
pulling her leg back up towards herself. I caught sight of a flash of 
white g-string, but, in moments, she was on her feet.

"Gotta powder my nose!" she giggled, as I watched her totter off towards 
the bathrooms, her svelte butt swaying under the fabric of her dress as 
she walked.

While Niki was gone, I watched another guy flirting with his date. I 
wondered if she was a hooker: incredibly short pink nylon skirt, six inch 
white platforms with white thigh high stockings. They were standing just a 
few metres away, at the bar and, even in the dim light, I could see her 
bare back through her mesh top.

I was willing her to turn around, wondering if the front of her top was 
sheer as well, when Niki returned. 

"An interesting view, huh?" she said, nodding towards the pink skirt girl, 
as she snuggled in close to me on the sofa. I looked down at Niki's thighs 
which became almost totally exposed as she wriggled further into her seat.

"Mmmm, I should have touched up my lips!" Niki murmured as she leaned 
against me. She opened her little handbag to search for her lipstick. What 
I saw, though, surprised me: a crumpled piece of white fabric.

I plucked it out and held it to my nose. "Nice!" I said, laughing.

"Hey, give that back!" she giggled, loudly enough for several people 
around us to hear, including the pink skirt girl. She looked sharply 
around and I saw that the front of her top had a pattern on it, hiding her 
nipples, but not the generous curve of her tits.

I dangled the g-string just out of Niki's reach as she tried to grab it. 
The pink skirt girl was laughing too and her date had also turned to look. 
By now, of course, just about everyone within earshot knew what was going 
on, although the dim lighting limited what they could actually see.

"Can't I keep it? Please?" I laughed.

As Niki reached over me to try and grab it, her dress rode up and revealed 
quite a bit of her butt. My hand went down and started stroking the bare 
flesh.

She twisted around, surprised. "Hey, what are you doing?" she whispered.

"Just admiring something other than your shoes", I smiled, as Niki settled 
back into her seat, on top of my hand. "Do you mind?"

My hand kneaded her butt cheek and my fingers crept towards the cleft 
between her legs. She sighed a little and shifted her position, parting 
her legs as she did so.

The couple opposite were talking intimately to one another, but also 
watching us carefully. I knew that the pink skirt girl could just about 
see right between Niki's legs so, with my free hand, I pulled her knee to 
one side a little more.

"You are very wicked!!" Niki whispered, emphasising the word 'very', but 
she didn't resist.

In fact, her thighs fell open completely as she slid onto my two fingers. 
The girl opposite gasped and pointed as Niki did this but, a second later, 
her thighs had come together again.

"You're a hot bitch!" I whispered to Niki, nibbling her ear. She just 
moaned and wriggled as my fingers searched about inside her. I desperately 
wished it was my cock, now hard in my pants, that was where my fingers 
were.

"See those people?" Niki whispered back, pressing her tits against my arm.

"Yeah", I said, as I caught the pink skirt girl's eye, "And they see us 
too!"

"Is she on the job?" Niki asked. "She looks like it; there's no way that 
guy's her boyfriend".

'That guy' was also getting turned on by Niki's antics. Watching Niki the 
whole time, he leaned on the bar and pulled the girl in front of him, at 
first with his hand stroking her exposed midriff. Gradually, his fingers 
went to the waist of her skirt and started pushing it down her hips.

"She's not wearing knickers!!" Niki whispered to me, as she continued to 
wriggle and squirm.

"She's not the only one!" I whispered back as I watched the guy opposite 
push the girl's stretchy little skirt down until her hip bone was visible. 
Any lower, and he'd have her mound on show as well.

"Look what she's doing now!" Niki said. We both watched as the pink skirt 
girl laughed with the guy and slowly rolled her top up, revealing her 
tanned belly. A little diamond glinted from her navel as she glanced over 
at us.

"She's challenging you!" I whispered to Niki. 

"You think so?" Niki whispered back, as she lifted her hips off the seat 
to get a different angle with my fingers.

"I know so! Look!", I said. 

The guy opposite had pushed the pink skirt down so far that it was bunched 
up around the girl's hips, just covering her pussy. Some sort of little 
tattoo was visible in the area where she'd shaved her bush. In the 
meantime, she'd pulled up her top so far that the underneaths of her large 
tits were just poking out. The guy was stroking her belly up and down, 
'from tit to slit', as he pushed his hips into her butt rhythmically.

"Jeez!" Niki said. "She's a total slut, huh?"

I didn't point out to Niki that it was a case of the pot calling the 
kettle black, but I drew her attention to the other people who had noticed 
the pink skirt girl as well. 

"She might as well lose her skirt altogether!" Niki whispered loudly, in a 
disapproving tone of voice.

The guy was now kissing her, as she stretched backward to meet his lips. 
In doing this, her top revealed the whole lower half of her generous tits. 
His hand was stroking her beneath the pink fabric which still remained 
around her hips and her shapely legs were nicely outlined as she stood, 
tiptoe, in her platform heels.

"She's amazing!" I said quietly, feeling Niki's slipperiness squirm around 
my fingers.

"Yeah, but I need a drink. Can you go to the bar and get one for me?" Niki 
asked loudly, with a little grin.

"You'll have to let my hand go!" I laughed.

She eased off my fingers, keeping her legs together, and sat back down. I 
licked one finger and gave her the other to lick, which she did with a big 
smile. The pink skirt girl was watching us do this and she gave Niki a 
little smile.

"On second thoughts, I think I'll come with you!" Niki giggled, once I was 
standing.

I helped her to her feet and got very horny, once again, noticing just how 
short Niki's tiny dress was - especially now that I knew she wore nothing 
underneath. She leaned her tits into my arm as we took the few steps to 
the bar.

"Excuse me!" Niki said loudly to a guy who was standing right next to the 
pink skirt girl and whose eyes had been glued to her tits. He obediently 
moved across, giving Niki a dirty look as he did so. She didn't seem 
bothered by this and stood close up against me.

While I got the barman's attention, I had a good look at the pink skirt 
girl's 'boyfriend'. He was a slightly overweight 50-something businessman 
type. Looked rich, judging by his shirt. She was definitely a hooker to be 
with him.

By the time I turned around with our drinks, Niki had struck up a 
conversation with the girl. "I was admiring your shoes from over there", 
she was saying, pointing to the sofa where we'd been sitting.

"I wanted to ask you where you got them", she went on, eyeing the girl's 
exposed belly and lower breasts. "My name's Niki, by the way, and this is 
Laszlo".

"I'm Sasha", the girl said in a soft husky tone, "and this is, um, Carl. 
Say hello, Carl".

"Hi", the businessman guy said, almost reluctantly. By now, he'd pulled 
his hand out of Sasha's skirt and had turned to order them another drink 
each. Sasha made no effort to pull her skirt up or adjust her top, but 
just stood there, leaning against Carl, while Niki made small talk with 
her.

"And your cute diamond stud!" she was saying to Sasha. "Can I touch it??" 
she giggled.

"Of course!" Sasha said, pushing her stomach out. 

Leaning against the bar, between Sasha and Niki, I watched Niki's slender 
finger touch the diamond stud and then continue circling Sasha's navel. It 
travelled down her lower belly and stroked along the top edge of her skirt.

"And what's your little tattoo?" Niki asked, holding her fingertip right 
on top of it.

"Have a look", she said. "Both of you", she added, nodding to me as well.

Niki squatted down to look. "How cute!!!" she squealed, attracting the 
attention of everyone nearby. "Have a look, Laszlo!!"

I helped Niki upright and moved around to look, squatting as Niki had. 
Down here, I had one hell of a good position. I could see right up Niki's 
dress at her trimmed bush and I had Sasha's beautiful smooth brown belly 
right in front of my nose.

"Can you read it properly?" Sasha asked. "Here", she said, stretching her 
skirt out from her belly so I could see it better. 

The tattoo - of a cartoon cat saying "Meow!! Come and Play!" - wasn't the 
only thing I could see better now. The strip of pink fabric, stretched 
right out, showed me Sasha's perfectly shaved slit, her moist lips rosy. 
Squatting so close, I caught whiffs of her scent which almost made me come 
right there.

I looked up at Sasha who was smiling down at me. "Seen enough?" she asked.

"Almost!" I laughed, as she eased her stretchy skirt back into place. A 
hand came into view as she did this - it was Niki's. Right in front of my 
nose, she was stroking Sasha's tattooed mound. The bar was noisy with the 
hum of music and people and not too many people could see what I could 
see, crouched where I was: two slutty girls, neither wearing knickers, 
right in front of my nose.

I kissed Niki's fingers once or twice; she teased me by snatching them 
away and I found my lips making contact with Sasha's skin.

"Whoops!" I said, looking up, aware that I'd probably offended Carl.

In fact, he was grinning - at Niki. And she was grinning straight back at 
him. I noticed, too, that Niki's dress had ridden up - because Carl's hand 
was stroking her bare butt. As much as I wanted to stay, I couldn't, 
because people were bumping into me, trying to get past. 

"Very nice view down there!" I smiled, as I stood up and came face to face 
with Sasha.

"I thought you'd like it", she said with a seductive smile. My eye went 
down to her tit, which was only half covered by her stretchy top and was 
being stroked by Carl's large hand. Sasha saw me looking and just smiled.

"You've got a very sexy girlfriend", she added nodding toward Niki, who 
was in whispered conversation with Carl. 

"Yeah, she is", I replied, without adding that I'd only met Niki a bit 
over an hour ago. "I think Carl thinks so too!" I added, as Sasha and I 
both looked at where Carl's other hand was.

We stood silently, sipping our drinks. Every now and then, I admired the 
swell of Sasha's breast under Carl's fingers. Finally, I thought I'd break 
the ice. "When Niki and I were sitting over on that sofa before, we were 
both quite surprised that you let Carl expose you like that, in front of 
all these people". 

Sasha smiled and thought for a moment before she answered. "It's a little 
arrangement we have, let's say".

"An arrangement?"

She nodded. "Carl has this little fetish. Undressing women in public. I 
help him out from time to time". She smiled, a little uncertainly, as if 
she wasn't sure how I'd react.

I broke into a broad grin. "That sounds like a fantastic arrangement, 
Sasha!"

She laughed with me, visibly relieved. 

"So, how far do you go?" was going to be my next question, but Sasha 
answered it for me, as she removed Carl's hand from her breast.

"Sometimes, he dares me to become completely naked in public places", she 
offered, almost breathlessly. "He likes it when he knows other people are 
watching me be a slut". She said this last part loudly enough for Carl and 
Niki to hear.

"Does he mind other men touching you?" I asked, quietly and a little 
nervously, hoping Niki wouldn't hear.

"Depends", Sasha murmured, sticking her belly and tits out provocatively 
towards me. 

Sasha's fluttering eyelashes told me that this was an invitation. She had 
superb breasts, large and firm, both nipples visibly erect through the 
thin fabric. She was excited, that was certain, as were a number of other 
onlookers, clearly enjoying the sight of two guys flirting with such sluts 
in public.

"I think we should go, Laszlo", Niki suddenly said to me.

I wasn't ready to leave the delicious Sasha just yet, so I delayed 
answering, but Niki quickly added, "Carl's asked us all to his place for a 
drink".

"Very kind of you, Carl" I said. He just nodded in reply and leaned to 
whisper something to Sasha.

Sasha nodded back to him and then said, "OK, we ready to go?"

As Niki grabbed her little handbag, I could see she was excited by the 
hard nipples poking right through the skimpy fabric of her top. Sasha also 
moved away from Carl, as if to leave. Instead, though, her hands went to 
her skirt and pulled it up. As short as it already was, she folded the 
fabric double, so that a mere six inches of fabric went around her hips.

"Carl's little request!" she explained, giggling, as she adjusted the 
strip of pink to barely cover her pussy. She turned around to get her own 
handbag and, from the rear, much of her soft shapely butt was visible.

"And my top", she added. "Would you?" she asked, pushing her fleshy 
breasts towards me.

I looked at Carl, who just nodded and across at Niki, who was settling 
herself onto a vacant bar stool but didn't respond. I reached for Sasha's 
stretchy top and, in keeping with her skirt, I pulled the top down all the 
way, then folded it up so that the lower half of Sasha's tits were 
exposed, with just a hint of nipple.

"Mmmmmm", Sasha murmured as I did this, the whole time rubbing her breasts 
against my hands. 

Niki watched Sasha's flirting, leaning back on the bar on her elbows, 
running her fingers over her breasts, looking very hot and horny. Sitting 
on her stool with her legs wide apart, her dress sat quite high on her 
thighs and her strappy shoes dangled off the ends of her toes. The thought 
that just a scrap of skimpy fabric was between me and her pussy made me 
very hard.

A lot of the people around us had kept watching us, of course, and Sasha's 
'new outfit' was quite an attraction. Once I'd finished adjusting her, she 
leaned her butt back against Carl and I looked over at Niki. 

"Come here", she mouthed silently, her hips thrust forward on her stool 
and her hands still fingering her breasts through her dress.

I stepped nearer to her and stood close, facing her directly. "So, you 
wanna fuck that slut?", she asked me softly.

"I'm here with you tonight", I replied quickly. "She's simply part of the 
whole adventure". I smiled, not knowing if Niki was offended or just 
putting it on.

She grinned and pulled me towards her, wanting to kiss me. Leaning on her 
against the bar, I could feel the hardness of her nipples through my own 
shirt, as she rubbed her tits furiously against me and then wrapped her 
legs around my hips.

I could hear Sasha's little voice giggling behind me as my hands went down 
to Niki's bare butt under her dress and lifted her towards me. "Guys! You 
look like you're about to fuck right here!"

I pulled away from Niki and stood up. She was still half sprawled back on 
the bar, her legs apart and, this time, her dress high up around her 
waist. She made no attempt to smooth her dress down; instead, she lifted 
it higher until her breasts were on show also.

"She's got a bit of a crowd!" Sasha giggled, as she indicated the group of 
people who'd gathered to watch Niki.

"So, Laszlo, you gonna fuck me here?" Niki challenged, in a loud whisper. 
"I'm here if you want me", she giggled.

The barman's voice boomed over the buzz of music and voices. "Ladies, 
ladies!!! That's enough. I've got to ask you to leave. Please!"

"Let's go", Carl's voice could suddenly be heard. "We're overstaying our 
welcome here. My car's downstairs waiting".

Every eye in the place was on us as we headed to the elevator. Sasha's 
little 'skirt' barely held her cute butt in place; Niki kept fingering her 
tits under her dress, making sure that her pussy and butt were almost 
entirely on view, as we waited.

"So, will you both join Sasha and I for a nightcap?" Carl asked, once we 
were descending to the street in the elevator.

I looked across at Niki, whose dress was up around her waist still. 

Her only reply was to smile - at me, then at Carl and Sasha - and gently 
run her fingers across her bare pussy lips.