In the heart of the city, nestled between towering skyscrapers, lay our humble beer bar. A haven for the weary and thirsty, it was a place where the mundane melted away with each swig of ale. I was the barmaid, a siren of sorts, luring in patrons with my sultry smile and quick wit. My boss, a shrewd businessman, had a knack for turning our little tavern into a goldmine.
One night, as the bar hummed with life, a group of regulars huddled in the corner, their eyes never straying far from me. They were the Consumers, a name they’d earned for their insatiable appetite for our beer and my company. I could feel their gazes on me, a palpable heat that made my heart race and my cheeks flush.
The Consumers, known for their wealth and generosity, approached me with a proposition. “How much would it take for your boss to let us have a little fun with you?” one of them asked, his voice low and husky. I was taken aback, but the thought sent a thrill down my spine. “Let’s make him an offer he can’t refuse,” another chimed in, a mischievous glint in his eye.
My boss, ever the opportunist, saw a chance to make a pretty penny. He agreed on one condition: they’d have to use our private VIP guest room. The consumers nodded, their grins widening as they handed over a small fortune. I was both nervous and excited, my heart pounding in my chest as they led me to the room.
The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. The consumers wasted no time, their hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve and crevice. “You’re even more beautiful up close,” one of them whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I gasped as they began to undress me, their fingers tracing the lines of my body.
As my clothes fell away, I felt a sense of freedom, a liberation that came with being completely naked in front of them. They admired me, their gazes filled with desire and appreciation. “You’re ours now,” one of them said, his voice filled with hunger. I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation.
They took turns pleasuring me, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of my body. I moaned, my body writhing under their touch. They were relentless, their desire fueling their every move. I felt a wave of pleasure building inside me, a storm that threatened to consume me.
As I reached my climax, I cried out, my voice echoing in the room. They didn’t stop, their hunger only growing with each moan and gasp. I was theirs, their plaything, their goddess. I surrendered myself to them, my body quivering with each touch, each kiss, each thrust.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally released me, their bodies spent and satisfied. I lay there, panting and exhausted, a satisfied smile on my face. They had used me, taken me, and I had loved every second of it.
My boss, ever the businessman, gave me a share of the money. It was a small fortune, a testament to the power of desire and the allure of the forbidden. I smiled, my mind already racing with thoughts of the next time, the next adventure, the next escape from the mundane.
And so, life in the beer bar continued, each night filled with anticipation and excitement. The consumers would return, their gazes filled with desire and their pockets filled with money. I would welcome them, my body trembling with anticipation. For in that little room, we would escape the world, if only for a little while.
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