The Date Part 2

I parted my legs slightly to allow her hand easier access to my sensitive parts moaning with pleasure as her tongue explored my mouth.

“We are going to a bar tonight babe.” She said as she put the car in to gear and accelerated away.

“Great.” I replied trying to smooth my skirt back down.

That was the least that I wanted to do. I worked six nights a week in a bar and spending the seventh in one was not attractive.

As I bar girl I expected to be touched up and groped, but as a trophy boy friend I would also receive the same treatment. The majority of customers in a bar would be female; the few males were regarded as fair game even in the company of girl friends who generally spent the evening chatting to other girls leaving their dates isolated and vulnerable.

“Afterwards we are going back to my place, I’ve got a big surprise for you and tomorrow you can tidy the place up for me.”

There was no discussion to be had.

I knew what the big surprise would be it would be a big strap on which she would use on me to satisfy her own needs whist giving little thought for mine. With luck she would not climax too quickly so I might have some pleasure and she might caress my tits which would be nice.

Usually she would push in a few time and climax and that would be that.

“Mmmmh.” I murmured.” Do we have to go to the bar you know I love it when you fuck me.”

She laughed. “I know babe I know you love my little toys inside you. But I want to see the girls tonight so you will have to wait a bit.”

She took her hand off the steering wheel and stroked the inside of my leg.

I kept quiet there was no point in arguing. I would end up over her knee with my skirt and slip up getting a spanking if I annoyed her and that would be humiliating and painful.

We turned in to the bar car park at speed stopping with a screech of brakes.

There were already a number of cars there. All sleek sports cars and I could hear the music coming from inside. Too make matters worse it was the bar I worked in.

She came round and opened the door for me, leering as I slung my legs out and stood up.

She obviously appreciated the view I gave her of my stocking tops and frilly undies.

As we walked across the car park her hand slid from my waist to my bum tracing her finger in the crack of my arse my flimsy dress offering no protection what so ever making me feel horny.

She opened the door and I followed her in to the crowded bar and across to were a group of her friends were congregated.

As we walked I felt my bottom being groped and even my dress being lifted by several of the inebriated customers.

When we finally reached her group, I was greeted with open mouth kisses with tongues going in to my mouth deeply my bottom being squeezed as I was tightly hugged.

I could clearly feel that in addition to my date, her friends were also wearing strap-ons.

I wondered what the evening held and once again reflected was the role of modern men just to be eye candy and sex slaves.