After Hours - Part Two
Written By Mistress Erica	
copyright 2003 Mistress Erica
 
 
erica tugged self-consciously on the short leather skirt that Barbara 
had left for her before leaving for work that morning. The instructions 
of her Mistress were crystal clear, never mind that erica was 
unaccustomed to wearing skirts at all, much less the skimpy little 
slutskirt Queen Barbara desired to see on Her bitch at the bar that 
evening.  
 
"Be grateful, whore, that I'm permitting you to wear panties," her 
Mistress had laughed, tossing a bitty scrap of silky red fabric her 
way. Not that they covered anything- the red bikini panties were 
crotchless so obviously of no use should her sexy Goddess desire to rev 
Her wet slutty bitch's motor in public... 
 
and She did SO enjoy that... erica smiled and felt a surge of warm 
wetness as she finally opened the car door and headed into the bar, 
braless titties bouncing wildly like cantalopes on a yoyo string, her 
ass and pussy feeling the breezy evening air with alarming clarity as 
she strolled along the parking lot and tried not to panic. 
 
Oh mygod my god ohhhhhh fuck, what am i doing here! she thought to 
herself, disgusted by her already wet pussy and her hardened nipples so 
quick to be aroused, so easily the slut whore.... OHHHHH jesus i would 
do anything for that Woman, erica thought helplessly, yanking the door 
open with false bravado and stepping inside. 
 
It had been a long time since she'd been in a bar, and erica felt 
herself warm immediately to the dimly lit, smoky atmosphere, the 
pounding pulsing jukebox blaring tunes, the friendly roar of patrons 
and rowdy laughter. just like coming home, she thought, only i'm not 
drinking LOL.  
 
mmm ... the slut smiled back at a big burly guy who looked as though 
he'd been eyeing her since she came in by the broad smile on his face. 
she deliberately jiggled her tits with one thrust of her chest in his 
direction as she sauntered over and leaned against the bar.  
 
Mistress wasn't due for another 30 minutes or so, and She'd told 
doris to be friendly to Her factory guys, emphasis on the word  
"friendly" and being a lusty slut, erica sure knew what that meant. 
she just wasn't sure about doing it sober.  
 
*giggled when the guy introduced himself as Mel, offering to buy her a 
drink* he was kinda cute in a big teddybear kinda way, but whether she 
ended up sucking his cock or taking him in her ass, what ericabitch 
really yearned for was the glittering light of pleasure and desire in 
her beloved Mistress's eyes as She watched her bitch, the feel of Her 
hand on her breasts, her tits, her cunt and wherever else it pleased 
Goddess Venus to put them! 
 
ohhhh goddddd, erica breathed in sharply, suddenly aware that her pussy 
was already so wet just thinking about her Mistress that she felt the 
familiar warm trickle on her inner thighs, slick as she shifted her 
legs and pressed them together. it's too early to start this, bitch! 
she reprimanded herself, beginning to panic again at her inability to 
control her lust. 
 
The guy named Mel watched her as she moved to a more secluded area near 
the bar and sat down at a table that was free, sipping her coke slowly. 
erica winked at him and blushed, remembering how he'd politely deferred 
to a raincheck when she'd offered to suck his cock.
JESUS.... why am i thinking now about my mother for godsake!! erica 
laughed aloud and squeezed her vaginal muscles, flexing them repeatedly 
until she nearly came. Fucking whore! she took a few deep breaths and 
chewed on some ice then, trying to distract herself from the cigarette 
machine she had just noticed in the far corner of the bar...