Old Timer's Bar

Kylie lived close to a couple bars, but walked to the one that also had an LGBTQ+ bar below it in the basement. Old Timer's was like most bars, dark, usually had a band playing, and cute waitresses. She wasn't there to look at the waitresses, but it was never a reason to not go. Tonight there was a band booked, one that she followed on a regular basis on Facebook. She arrived on foot, getting in after 10 PM or so. She sat at the bar and ordered a double pineapple upside down cake shot. The thick redhead was in the mood to get fucked up and make a mistake with someone. As she sat, a couple of local bikers came in and got their beers before looking over all the women in the place. The youngest biker who resembled Johnny Depp in Crybaby walked up to her, but flirted with the petite bartender. Kylie shot him a look before he got her a second drink.

"How about you darlin'... want to dance?" he asked as she chugged her drinks.

She stood and leaned on his chest since the four shots would turn her to jello soon.

"I came to see the band, but fuck it... my place is walking distance if you just want to fuck and come right back to see if you have a chance with the bar girl too..." she teased as she tugged his hair.

No more than five minutes later he had her on the back on his bike and they rode to her small house. She got him inside, and no sooner had him on her couch with his cock out, letting it grow in her hot sucking mouth.

"Ah shit baby... you didn't even ask... my name..." he grunted as his hands played with her hair.

Kylie pulled back to breath a moment and smirked, "I don't really care."

He stopped her and she pulled up her tight black skirt to show her panty-less lower half. She got a condom from her purse, so he was covered before she decided to just jump on and ride him. The man rubbed her tits through her tight tank top and sports bra, her nipples hard at that moment. Both gasped and groaned as they rushed to get off, Kylie's tight snatch clenching him through her O brought him to completion. The young biker stood after she'd gotten up.

"Shit... you weren't kidding... you want to ride back to the bar?" he offered as she fixed her skirt and nodded.

"Thanks..." She said going out, locking the door once again.

Back at the bar she went to meet the band while they were on break. They were friendly enough guys but she'd had her sights set on the bass player for weeks.

He smiled and took her hand, "I'm Sean, you are?"

She leaned in so he could see her cleavage.

"Kylie, interested in doing something after you finish your gig?" Sean looked her over and nodded, pulling her close.

The thick girl turned her back to him, and was grinding her firm bubble butt on him. This caught him by surprise, and he walked her to the bathroom. They shut and locked the stall as he pulled himself out, her skirt came up and he was in. He had used his last rubber, more than happy to fuck her hard against the stall door. Sean worked his hands under her shirt and bra to pinch at her still hard nipples, tugging each enough to make her crying until they were both panting in a post-orgasm haze. Soon both dressed and came out so the band would continue. Kylie had one more drink thanks to her biker fuck before she walked home.

She didn't care if she saw either again, although it was entirely possible if she went back to the bar every week.