The restaurant and bar were both closed. The restaurant had been closed hours ago, the kitchen cleaned and readied for Momma Lee to come in early and begin preparations for lunch. The bar had been shut down long enough for the bartenders to close out and head home. Mary, as was her occasional practice, had opened the bar back up for the waiters and waitresses to relax a bit, setting it up as a free bar.

Mary was a good manager and she knew it. Not many women had been as successful as she in a tough business, the restaurant business. Sure, the years had taken their toll. Sure, her hair had been bleached too many times. Sure, the short black skirt was made for a woman carrying fewer pounds then she might be, and the tight sweater made too much of her large breasts. Sure, she knew all this, and she knew the bright yellow Corvette outside didn't make up for it, but Mary was a person who made the best of whatever cards she was dealt. That's why she was a good manager, Mary told herself, she made the best of any situation.

Mary sipped her scotch and watched Karen and her new boyfriend. People were drifting away, going home, and it made Mary wonder just what might happen if it came down to her and the two of them being left alone in the restaurant, the front doors locked, no one to know about them, no one to interrupt for hours and hours.

Karen obviously liked this new guy. Mary did, too. And Mary liked Karen as well. She'd admitted to herself long ago that she was attracted to Karen. Having been with a few women in her sexual past, she knew what turned her on, and Karen was just about everything she could think to describe in the turn on category.

The boyfriend, Jason, fit all the male requirements as did Karen fit the female. God, Mary told herself, I would love to fuck both of them, anyway, anywhere, almost anytime.

Karen turned to Mary and thanked her for the drinks and the conversation. In a flash, Mary realized the two of them were preparing to leave, so she acted fast.

"In return for the drinks," Mary began with a sly smile, "May I ask the two of you lovebirds a personal question?"

Karen looked at Jason, they both smiled before Karen answered simply, "Sure," still smiling.

"Is this guy," Mary began pointing to Jason with a long, red fingernail, "Is this guy good at licking your pussy?"

Karen and Jason both laughed loudly. Mary held her smile while she waited.

"Very," Karen answered through a giggle before kissing Jason gently on the cheek.

"As good as a woman can lick your pussy?" Mary followed.

Karen laughed again, rather nervously this time, "I can't compare," she said, "I've not experienced a woman."

"Would you like to sometime?" Mary asked, not missing a beat.

Karen grew even more nervous and drew Jason closer to her.

"Go ahead," he said aloud, smiling, "Tell her."

"It's one of my fantasies," Karen smiled, "But please don't tell anyone."

Mary smiled and freshened her drink from the bottle on the bar. She took enough time to pour more wine for both Karen and Jason before she answered. "Oh," she began, looking into her glass, "I'd never tell. Never. But tell me, just how interested would you be in trying out this fantasy?"

Karen and Jason exchanged looks, then smiles, then a combined laugh. "You might not really want to know," Karen told Mary before sipping some wine.

Mary let that thought linger for Karen as they all three sipped on their drinks. Karen was more than a little surprised when Mary leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. "Oh, I do," she whispered, "Oh, I do."

It was as if the lights dimmed and a band began to play soft music and candles took on flames and incense filled the room and all the romantic things in the world a person could think of happened all at once. Or at least it was for Mary. Mary being Mary, she assumed Karen was thinking as she was, Mary the leader. Mary couldn't have known what Karen meant when she kissed her back, harder than the romance would have supported, harder than Mary had ever been kissed by a woman.

"Do you really want to play in my fantasy?" Karen almost growled into the kiss.

Mary only nodded yes and kissed Karen again, or began a kiss that Karen took over by pushing her tongue deep in Mary's mouth. "Then undress for me," Karen told her, "Now."

They stepped back from each other and both began to shed clothes. Karen was faster, so it was only moments before she sat naked on the barstool, her legs slightly open, her breasts with nipples pointed and aroused and ready. Mary was slower, too slow for Karen's tastes evidently. Mary was surprised as Karen moved quickly toward her and jerked her panties down, leaving her naked and maybe a bit embarrassed by the differences in their bodies.

Then Karen was back on the barstool, legs more open this time. She turned to Jason and said with a smirk, "Tie her hands with your belt. Behind her back. Let her kneel in front of me."

Mary felt the leather immediately, the wrap of the belt on her wrists and Jason pushing her down by her shoulders, down to her knees. Karen's legs came open and wide apart showing her shaven pussy, her lips long and thick, her clit stiff and hard beneath its hood.

"Lick me, Bitch," Karen told her with a different voice, "Lick me and make me cum."

Jason pushed Mary forward making her crawl on her knees to Karen's pussy. Karen took her hair in both hands and pulled her face to her pussy. Mary found the pussy hot and sopping wet. Her instinct kicked in and her tongue came out to find what it could. Her tongue found it's way into the pussy mashed into her face, her nose rubbed the clit pressed against it, her chin caught the drooling juices headed toward Karen's ass.

"She's good," Mary heard Karen telling Jason, "It feels good, better than you. She was right."

Mary was excited to hear what Karen thought, excited, thrilled, and wanted to do even better, so she pressed back as much as she could to begin lapping at Karen, licking in long hard strokes, lapping at the pussy she wanted to make cum. Karen's moan pushed Mary on, pushed her on her own way, pushed her until her own juices were easing down her inner thighs as she knelt on sore knees.

"That's it, Baby," Karen told Jason, "Stroke that cock and cum on her. I'm gonna cum all over her face, you cum on her too." And then Karen laughed a laugh mixed with a groan. "Goddamn, Bitch, do it," she murmured.

Mary knew Karen was close. She was right. Karen came just as the hot splatter of cum hit Mary on the back, another splatter, hot, running, fell on her lower back, another on her ass, a perfect placement, running down the crack of her ass. Karen's pussy almost leapt into her mouth as it came. It spasmed and throbbed and poured juices into Mary's mouth. Karen's body stiffened and her hands drew Mary's face into her hard, relentlessly, moving Mary's face from side to side. Karen was fucking herself with Mary's face, and Mary gave in to it, went with it, enjoyed it for all that it was.

When Karen's body relaxed she released Mary's hair and let her go. Mary leaned back on her feet, feeling the cum on her back running down, the cum on her face chilling in the air of the bar.

Before Mary could speak or even wonder what was next, Karen smiled and said, "Ready for round two of my fantasy?"

Mary nodded yes. Jason only laughed.

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