The Blue Bayou

[stubborn wench]

The Blue Bayou is a club, conveniently located just down the street from wherever your regular thread takes place. Inside there are several tables, each lit with a single candle cased in blue glass. There is also a sprawling lounge area, with sofas and comfy tables around a fireplace. A fully-stocked bar, of course, complete with a handsome bartender and several cute little waitresses floating around, all eager to take your order. The back patio stretches out onto a perfect stretch of beach, and the warm surf sparkles in the moonlight.

Anything goes at The Blue Bayou - known by its best patrons as the "Blue BALLS Bayou"...for this is a place folks come to wait for the next post in their favorite threads. When it seems that next post will never come (ahem - guilty!!!), and you're dying for some kind of release, this is the spot. You can play here with other players, or engage in some fun with an NPC, or even request a certain sex toy from the hunky barkeep, and amuse yourself to your heart's content.

Want to add a feature to the club, like a hot tub in the corner? Hey - there it is...never noticed that before - groovy! Go nuts, I don't own this place - there's no plot, no characters, really - just a place to let off some steam. If it bombs, I won't even be offended. Just thought it might be fun.

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With the intro aside, I step through the glass doors into the club, and wave to a passing waitress as I slink up to the bar. The bartender is such a dream - just my type, how 'bout that? - and he turns his Colgate smile on me as he sidles over to take my order.

"Hey there, gorgeous," he grins, winking at me.

"Hey, beautiful," I return flirtatiously. "Got anything just for me under that bar?"

He pretends to think about it, and his expression turns serious as he looks at me again. "What about a 'Screaming Orgasm'? One of your favorites, as I recall?"

"Mmm...yes it is," I smile, coming around the bar as he takes off his little apron and tosses it aside. Running my fingers over his chest in that tight t-shirt that makes all the girls wet, I plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek and murmur, "Think you can manage that one?"

His hands slide down to my waist and pull me close to him, and I can feel him grinning again, his cheek against mine. "Oh, I might surprise you," he replies, and I feel his fingers working at my belt, then opening my jeans. I gasp as his hand slips inside my panties, finding my clit almost immediately and teasing it gently, at first.

I lean into him, hiding my face in his shoulder as I reach lazily for his crotch, rubbing him through his dark pants. "Oh, Tom..." I murmur, as he begins rubbing my clit a bit more roughly, making me squirm. His name isn't Tom, but he never takes offense...he knows very well why I come here, and he knows I will be back to see him.

I am so wet that he slips a finger inside without any trouble, and I cry out in surprise as he begins rubbing me from the inside...I can feel myself responding, and I scrabble at his fly - I want to hold his cock tightly in my fist while he makes me cum. He holds me to him with his other hand, kissing my earlobe and whispering my most secret desires in my ear as his fingers draw another gasp from me. I free his hard cock and wrap my fist around it, pushing my jeans down with my free hand.

He backs me into a corner of the bar, and lifts me up in my panties to sit on the edge. For a moment, he leans in and nuzzles my pussy through the sopping wet fabric of my panties, then pulls them off with his teeth. My fingers snake down my belly to rub my aching clit again, but he sees and takes my hand firmly away. In frustration, I attempt to guide his cock into me, but he won't allow it. This is his bar - his rules.

Still holding my wrist, he leans in again and begins tonguing my twitching pussy, licking me clean - his skilled tongue finding every nook and cranny except my clit - he keeps deliberately away from that area, driving me crazy. I claw his hair with my other hand, trying to force him where I want him, but he just smiles - I can feel him smiling, between my legs, and I tighten my grip in his hair, braying my frustration.

Then without warning, he plunges two or three fingers into my wet cunt, and at the same time, takes my clit into his mouth and sucks on it while he fucks me with his fingers. My back arches as I begin to cum on the bar almost immediately, twitching my hips to meet his driving fingers, holding his head forcefully between my legs - though I know he will not pull away on me now. I cum and cum, crying out until I am hoarse, and he pounds my cunt until I am sore, and still I cum again..working my clit with his tongue until I can't think, I can only twitch and writhe in reaction to the pleasure.

Finally, sweaty and deshevelled, I push him away and he stands upright, his face a mess of my juices as he leans in to kiss me, and help me down off the bar. I pull my jeans back on, unable to keep the grin off my face as I watch him zip up and wipe the bar off with a clean cloth.

"Thanks, doll - that was just what I needed," I smile, giving him a peck on the cheek as I leave the bar and head over to the lounge area. Stretching out on one of the couches with a cigarette, waiting to see if anyone else will walk in.

 

[Mhorashty]

Malcolm, the Stranger.

Malcolm strolled through the door of the Bayou. He'd never really noticed this place before. Seemed interesting enough. He tipped his well-worn black cowboy hat to one of the waitresses who walked passed. He surveyed the scene in quiet, taking in the sights. He moved away from the door and to the bar, his black duster flowing slightly as he moved. He ran his hand over the stubble on his face and decided this was as good a place as any to pull up a chair. Within moments a Marlboro was stuck between his lips and fire was cupped in those rough hands. He took a long drag on the cigarette and leaned against the freshly wiped down bar.

"Do me a favor, boss. I'm gonna go relax by the fireplace. Can you have Shelly over there bring me a shot and a brew. What ever the house favorite is, that's good enough for me." Malcolm put down a hundred dollar bill on the bar and strolled over to the lounge. He had no idea what the waitresses name was, but she was certainly cute enough and he wouldn't mind the view as she brought him his drinks and then when she walked the empty ones back. He casually strolled into the lounge taking off his hat and offering a slight nod to the woman reclining on the couch, "Ma'am." Malcolm said in greeting, a long strand of black hair falling from behind his ears and into those brilliant blue eyes.

He slipped the hat back on and brushed that renegade strand back behind his ear before moving over to a seat by the fire. He slipped the duster off, revealing a tight fitted white button down with blue and black scrawl work, and a pair of old, worn faded blue jeans. He slipped down into the seat, crossed his legs at the ankles and sank comfortably into the chair. He tipped his hat down over his eyes and relaxed, the cigarette still burning between his lips...

.. A few minutes later "Shelly" arrived with his brew and his shot. Her voice was soft and pleasant on the ears, just as the rest of her was pleasing on the eyes. "Sir." She spoke with that soft southern drawl. He pushed his hat up and she slipped onto the arm of the chair he was sitting in, his shot in hand. He took it from her with those large, weathered hands. He nodded his head once to her and downed the shot as he'd done so many times before. She offered him his beer and after taking the empty shot glass from him.. She took the cigarette from between his lips and took a drag before dashing it out in an ashtray. A thin small drew across his face and she leaned down, with a hushed tone and a soft kiss she was then up and on her way back to the bar. Leaving the stranger for a short while..

Malcolm finished his beer and relaxed back into his seat.. He was certainly going to like this place.. That was for sure.

 

[ferryrider]

Max

I sat on my barstool sipping my beer, watchingthe bartender get friendly with a girl that just walked in. They must know each other pretty well, I thought, as they sure were keeping each other busy, and I needed a refill.

The cute waitress took an order from a guy sitting over in the lounge, and when she served his drinks, she bent over and I got a quick glimpse at an almost naked ass, covered only by a thin strip between her asscheeks which were worldclass.

I beckoned to her and asked for another beer since the bartender was busy. When she brought it I asked when the music started, having seen a combo set-up over in the corner.

"Nine o'clock", she answered and added that the place really swings.

I couldnt resist asking if she swung too, and she grinned and said "of course", and pointed up at the ceiling at the cords holding a swing.

"That's part of the entertainment", she added and asked my name. I told her "Max", and she answered she was Michelle, and that she would be happy to serve me while the bartender was involved.

 

[RotheAllure]

She had watched from where she sat in the corner. It was dark, the shadows wrapping around her like a cloak. She liked it that way. The less people who saw her the better.

It was not that she were well know, far from it. She was just quite a private person, and this place seemed a good place to foster that privacy. The darker the corner, the better as far as she was concerned.

From there, she watched, the warmth of the fire, flickering off to the side, further casting her table into the shadows, felt good to her sometimes chilled bones.

Normally men in cowboy hats did not interest her. No. She was not of the west. But this one, this one was different. As he strolled into the bar, she could not help but notice a couple of things about him. Tall. Ahh, there was something about tall men. That black cowboy hat. Again, there was something about a black cowboy hat, even for a her. But most of all, those absolutely brilliant blue eyes. Even in the dark, they stood out on his face, as he watched the waitress sachey over and serve him his drink. Those eyes sparkled. Those eyes drew her in.

She wanted to approach him. But dared not. She was not a blonde bomnshell like Shelley there was. She was not a leggy red head, or a slender brunette. She had curves. Ample curves. Dark eyes, and a mane of thick, black hair. Like his, only hers was longer, or at least she thought it was. The very tips of that thick fall of hair danced down over her shoulders.

Sometimes she wished she were that leggy blonde that all the guys oogled. Or that redhead that danced sometimes on the bar of all places. Sometimes she wished she had to body to do those kinds of things.

No, she would not approach him. Better to just stay, and watch. At least for now.

 

[RotheAllure]

Stay and watch...

Samantha, Sammi for short, took the last sip of wine from her glass. She knew it would not be enough. Not tonight. Too much had gone on over the day, she needed to feel nothing, or so she hoped. She would need more wine for that.

A glance upwards, and Shelley, yes Shelley, that leggy blonde, came bouncing on over. She was not all that jazzed about serving females. Men always tipped her so much better. But what the hell, the girl looked like she needed another drink.

"Beringer, white zinfindel" Sammi always ordered that particular wine.

Shelley nodded, stopping at a couple of other tables that were hidden in the darkness as well. Only the people at these tables were not alone. Both were couples, and both were engaged in some pretty hot, and intense sexual activity. Sammi too was well aware of that, she had just chosen to ignore them. Acutally, tonight it was easy, once the cowboy had sauntered in.

She was still enchanted by him and those blue eyes. Another glass of wine brought by, and Sammi sat back to watch him, letting her hand brush thru her thick mane.

She was suddenly very glad, very glad, that she had chosen to wear her long black gypsy skirt and her white tank top, this overlaid with a pretty, nearly see thru lace white blouse, the outfit finished with her favorite black leather boots. It was the first time in a long time that she felt sexy, even being a not so slender, not so leggy, girl. Just staring at him made her feel, sexy. Already her imagination was running wild, fueled by the wine.

 

[ferryrider]

Max

Michelle served a few more people - beer and wine I guessed, since she might not be up to speed on all the cutesy drinks people might ask for.

She came by again and asked if I was ready for a refiull. I had been so enthralled with her I had sipped away ansd had almost emptied my glass and the bottle next to it was a dead soldier. So , I asked for another

When she brought it she murmurred that it was a slow evening so far, and perhaps I might like to have a look at the VIP room where special service was available. She carried the beer, but I followed her to a door in a corner, passing a lovely lady I hadnt seen previously. She had black hair and wore a black skirt and sitting in the dark she just seemed to be in her own private world. I was interested in getting to know her, but I followed Michelle into the room, equipped with large leather couches and a big screen TV showing a soft porn movie, with couples kissing and groping but no nudity.

She served the beer standing between my spread legs, and asked if i liked the scene on the screen, or if I wanted something a little more risque.

Ah, a double entrende, I thought as I sure wanted something a little hotter, and here was this lovely creature coming on to me, I supposed for a huge tip, as she leaned down and lightly kissed my lips and tasted my beer.

Having seen her almost naked perfect ass my hands went under her tiny skirt and cupped her cheeks, and asked if that was what she had in mind.

Michelle said that was available for a slight fee, and let me slip the thong down her legs to the floor. She smiled and revealed that that was exactly what she had in mind.

I put her thong in my pocket, and lifting the front of her little outfit, I kissed her shaved pussy and suggested it was a little early.

"Yes but later I will be a lot more busy", she whimpered as my tongue sought its taste, and she moved to sit on the couch next to me, pushing me to my knees on the floor before her.

I accepted her invitation as I licked her and she utterred " this is $50 and I'll do you for another $50, but if you want it all it's $100. Looking up I saw the mirror on the ceiling and just assumed it was a window to a viewing booth up above. So I asked her and she admitted it was and added "and there's a camera up there too so you are already on tape"

One more slurp and i stood and let her open my jeans and pull out my now very erect cock She licked it and started to suck it, pulling my pelvis close to her and cupping my balls in her little hand. After a few sucks she just held out her hand, grinned and said "how about the money"

I reached in my wallet and pulled out $200.00, and I was her customer

 

[Mhorashty]

Malcolm, the Cowboy.

With an empty beer in hand the blue-eyed cowboy finally stood up. He strolled out of the lounge to the bar and picked up his next shot and brew. He downed the shot and took a swig of the beer. He licked his lips and eyed the surroundings. He noticed Shelly had been 'distracted' by another customer. The cowboy envied the man who had ensnared Shelly, however, the night was still young and he was more than content to wait for someone else who captured his interest. Those brilliant blue eyes searched...

He finished the brew and nodded quietly to himself a moment, he turned to the barkeep. "Send everyone a round of whatever there poison is.. and if you have the time, can you keep mine flowing?" He then put another C note on the bar and walked back to his chair. He sank into the comfortable fabric and let his hat tip forward. Those bright blue hues gazed into the depths of the fire. Fire. Cigerette. Yeah. A Cigerette will go great with that next beer he ordered. He pulled one from behind his ear and slipped it between his lips. He then started patting down his pockets.. looking for his lighter.

"Now where is that dang thing..." He commented to himself...

 

[stubborn wench]

I've been reclining here, just relaxing, watching the other people stroll in - some of them perhaps a little surprised at my antics with the bartender, but I'm sure once they get in here, they'll realize there are no set expectations. This place can be whatever you want it to be. The staff are more than happy to help you out - but they'll leave you alone, if you prefer.

I've been watching the cowboy - he's made quite an entrance, in that get-up - he hasn't gone unnoticed, by anyone. Me, I'm dressed as I am in The Dungeon thread, the chainmail bra and black leather skirt fits in fine, around here - and it makes me feel sexy. Yes, I said I was wearing jeans, behind the bar, but you're not going to hold me to that, are you?

He's a restless fellow - up and down and up again...I watch him tuck a cigarette between his lips - ahaaa...he just needs a puff, and he'll feel right at home. I grin, watching him dig for a lighter, and after a moment, stretch an arm out to offer him mine. "Here ya go, pard'ner.."

At that moment, a girl comes over and hands me a drink I didn't order. A shot glass - my goodness, it's a Screaming Orgasm...I shoot a dirty look at the bartender, but he's busy chatting up a new customer. The waitress sees my confused look, and whispers, "The gentleman in the hat bought a round for everyone."

She saunters off, and I tip an imaginary hat at the stranger, taking my lighter back. "All that and generous, too - you're going to be popular around here."

 

[plainjane]

Michelle (Shelley)

My name was Michelle but the name tag on my breast says "Shelley", my nickname I acquired back in high school

I like what I do. Not only do I make a ton or tax-free tips, but I get to meet dozens of interesting people here, both men and women.

After my shift as a barmaid, when the floor show starts I am the girl on thye flying trapeze, naked of course, and that always leads to more fun and tips and often a night of pleasure at either some hotel or my place. I just love it and love seducing a john. I dont need the money. It's purely for pleasure and I dont even consider it prostitution. It's consentual sex between adults, and the management of Blue Bayou agrees with me (of course after I fucked both of the partners)

When he handed me two $100 bills, I told him "with a tip like nthat I can be yours all night if you want", and reached into a little drawer on a table beside the couch and took out a package of condoms, rolling one on him with my mouth. I loived that little trick too but it sure took a long time to learn i liked sucking cock so much. I laid down on the couch with my little skirt up and one leg up on the back with the other on the floor, and held out my arms for him.