House Special

'A shot of Lady's Love, please', Ron said as he slid his credit card across the counter to the bartender.

'Comin' right up', a sly smile played across her lips as she accepted the card.

He watched her disappear behind a door and return with a plump woman in tow. 

'Meet, Red', she introduced.

'Hello, Red. I'm Ron.' 

Red giggled but didn't return the greeting, instead she climbed into the counter and pulled up her latex skirt to reveal a bare pussy with an intricate floral pattern tattoo around it. 

'Kiss me', Red ordered.

He leaned into her crotch, her aroma hit him hard. He nuzzled her hard knob before giving it a tentative lick. He tasted her residual sweat, clear and spicy it waltzed on his taste buds. 

'Taste good?'

Ron nodded, words stuck in his dry throat. Red placed one leg on the counter and the other on a stool, her sex clearly visible to Ron, and produced a pink magic wand. She set it humming on her clit. Her lips parted slightly as the initial touch made her gasp. She arched her body back as the wand weaved a complex spell on her sex, sending her higher and higher. 

Ron ached to touch the quivering flesh right in front of him. His discomfort mounted as his trousers became cramped for space. But he restrained the urge, clamping his right arm in his left fist on top of the counter; he had to obey the house rules. Red's hips swirled and bucked around the wand. Her pussy glistened with sweat and sex, the rich aroma made Ron's head spin. 

Eyes dazed Red nodded at the bartender, who immediately cupped a small glass funnel attached to a crystal phial to Red's throbbing sex. She came with a shudder that shook her body; her bums bounced a little on the counter. Ron swallowed hard as he saw the trickle of juice flow down the funnel pressed firmly against the woman and into the deep blue crystal phial. 

Once Red was spent, the bartender kissed her lightly on her lips and supported her off the counter. Weak kneed, Red leaned on the other women for a few moments to gather her breath back. She pulled the bartender into a deeper kiss before leaving through the same door she came out. 

The bartender wiped the wetness off the counter with a white silken cloth. Ron's eyes were riveted on the crystal phial that contained Red's essence. The bartender then added Red's essence to a shaker, mixing a pinch of this and a dash of that before swirling and juggling it. The ice clinked inside. Ron's tongue drooled as the thick pale milky drink was poured into the fluted glass. The bartender wedged a thin slice of lemon on the rim before offering it to Ron. 

The cold drink slipped slowly down his tongue and into his throat, the mild citrus flavour accentuated the pungency of the cocktail. Ron savoured the sip with his eyes closed. It was all that he imagined it would be and then some more. 

'Here's your card', the bartender held it between her index and middle finger. 

Ron took it and said, 'Hope you've got a lot of this stocked, raising his glass, 'cuz I'll be back for more.'

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