RobynBanks
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Here's the first few thousand words to my latest story. Is it worth continuing?
I'd like to know.
Luv ... Robyn.
I had the late shift at the bar, a busy night being as it was New Year’s Eve. I’d seen them earlier in the evening, a group of men enjoying time away from their wives and girlfriends. The first of them at the bar to buy a round was Andy, who looked to be the oldest, a barrel-chested man with a cannonball head and well-muscled arms covered with tattoos. He was cheeky and charming and very flirty, letting me know with his eyes and his smarm that he’d love to get my tits out of the clinging sweater I had on. He was one of those dangerous looking buggers who smiled a lot but always exuded an air of quiet menace, one of those men who, if I’m being honest, make my pussy clench. I fancied Andy as soon as I laid eyes on him, not that I’d given him any indication, but somehow he seemed to know exactly the effect he had on me.
Nevertheless I was working and it was busy, expected on that night of the year of course, so there wasn’t much banter back-and-forth between us. The others came up in their turn, ages ranging from what seemed to be mid-twenties to Andy who I put at somewhere ten years older than me – around fifty or so. I thought they were a decent group: loud and boisterous, yes, but not lairy at all. I didn’t get the sense those boys were going to kick-off, they were just out for beer and a laugh, women too if they could get any, not that there was much chance of any spare, not in that pub. Where I was working that night was a place purpose-built to serve the needs of the guests accommodated in log cabins by a fishing lake. We had a special ticket only event laid on, with people from the nearby town coming in for free drinks and a firework show at midnight.
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I'd like to know.
Luv ... Robyn.
I had the late shift at the bar, a busy night being as it was New Year’s Eve. I’d seen them earlier in the evening, a group of men enjoying time away from their wives and girlfriends. The first of them at the bar to buy a round was Andy, who looked to be the oldest, a barrel-chested man with a cannonball head and well-muscled arms covered with tattoos. He was cheeky and charming and very flirty, letting me know with his eyes and his smarm that he’d love to get my tits out of the clinging sweater I had on. He was one of those dangerous looking buggers who smiled a lot but always exuded an air of quiet menace, one of those men who, if I’m being honest, make my pussy clench. I fancied Andy as soon as I laid eyes on him, not that I’d given him any indication, but somehow he seemed to know exactly the effect he had on me.
Nevertheless I was working and it was busy, expected on that night of the year of course, so there wasn’t much banter back-and-forth between us. The others came up in their turn, ages ranging from what seemed to be mid-twenties to Andy who I put at somewhere ten years older than me – around fifty or so. I thought they were a decent group: loud and boisterous, yes, but not lairy at all. I didn’t get the sense those boys were going to kick-off, they were just out for beer and a laugh, women too if they could get any, not that there was much chance of any spare, not in that pub. Where I was working that night was a place purpose-built to serve the needs of the guests accommodated in log cabins by a fishing lake. We had a special ticket only event laid on, with people from the nearby town coming in for free drinks and a firework show at midnight.
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