Chapter III; The Beverage Business

I just have finished a dance and was walking my back to the hall having refreshed a bit in the changing room. I changed into a red bow chemise, sheer floral from the front and all sheer on my back. It reached to the top of my thighs and was holding to my shoulders with red floral straps. The fabric was a bit tight on my tits while showing most of my cleavage. Beneath it, I had a red D-string lace thong.

My hair was falling on my shoulders and chest, some on my back too as I strut my way back wearing a black platform stiletto. The stiletto's ankle straps held a silver padlock with my initials engraved on them. They were a little gift I got few weeks ago from one of the club's patrons. He gave them to me together with a black flower corsage necklace that I also have around my neck. How nice of him.

As I took my steps heading towards the bar, I noticed an old gentleman sitting on one of the curved leather sofas, hiding under a low orange-coloured glow. He was waving his hand high in my direction.

"They already paid for your drink," Alexei, the bartender told me knowing how usually I have a drink after my dance.

"Oh they are more than one!" I exclaimed to Alexei looking towards them then back at him. Alexei lifted his hand to his chest, pointing his pinky and ring finger, before returning to his drinks. I walked to them.

"Oh hello hello," the old gentleman sitting on the outside of the sofa, smiled to me while taking my hand guiding me closer towards them.

"Hello," I smiled back to him, holding to his hand with my red nails fingers. He made me do a quick swirl around, in front of them, as they looked closely at my body.

The other gentleman murmured with a naughty grin on his face "isn't she a queen". He slid aside making me space between the two of them.

"Oh aren't you sweet," I smiled back to him taking my seat between the two of them. Sitting down and crossing my legs with my right on top of the left.

"Whom I have the pleasure of meeting?" The man on my right asked me.

"Helen" I answered him, looking him in the eye.

"And those lovely girls?" He then asked with his hand reaching to my right breast, flickering his index on my right nipple that was poking through the sheer material.

"Depends on whom you ask," I answered him playfully letting him brush his finger on my left one too.

"Maybe we should ask them directly," the gentleman on my left suggested, making me laugh slightly dropping my head backward a bit.

"Why not," I smiled answering him looking at him then down at them, proud of them. "And yours?" I asked the man on my left returning to look him in the eye.

"Bob," he zealously answered with a faint smile.

"And I am John," the one on my right introduced himself.

"Do you know how many men named John I came across in here?" I answered him in a teasing tone, looking him in the eye, playfully curling a hair strand of mine around my index.

Bob laughed. "No, really, his name is John," Bob insisted. "I vouch to that. He's my brother" he explained.

"Oh I see," I answered Bob.

John took my right hand lifting it up to his lips and kissed it smiling to me, "nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," I smiled back to him blowing him a kiss.

"Are you gentlemen Americans?" I asked them.

"Oh yes, visiting," Bob answered putting his hand on my right thigh.

"Business or pleasure?" I asked him.

"Oh is there really a difference?" John answered. Looking at me, but then his eyes were looking at my breasts really and he didn't hide it.

"No... not at all. They are quite related I would say," I answered him looking down at my breasts, then back at him.

"Absolutely," Bob with his ever zealous tone agreed moving his palm up and down my thigh. "You see, we are lawyers and had couple of meetings in the City. Actually, we were heading on towards Scotland for a golf tournament, but then we had some time for refreshments and thought why not. The cab's driver suggested this place" he continued explaining with his hand now trying to make its way between my tightly closed thighs. "He was how to say, particularly opinionated about this place," he continued.

"Oh really," I murmured listening to him.

"Very much so. We did mention to him how much we like to do things together," John picked up the chat, putting his hand on my thigh, and pulling it aside, making me open my legs for his brother's hand. I didn't stop him. Neither that Bob hesitated from pushing his hand higher between my thighs. I also didn't stop him.

"But the cabby was rather vehement about it; that this place has what we are looking for," John continued.

Turning my attention back to him and looking him in the eye, I answered, "good that there are two of each then."

"Don't you love her already!" Bob laughed to John.

"For me, it was love from first sight," John answered back with an impish smile. I laughed deeply, reaching to pull a wandering hair strand of mine, back behind my ear.

"Here are your drinks," Alexei interrupted, leaning with his tray hosting two glasses of whiskey and my lime gin cocktail. He knows that a gimlet is my favourite.

"We thought you might need a drink Lady Helen" John smiled, taking my cocktail from the tray before he picking his whiskey with his other hand.

"Thank you Alexei" I smiled to the man as he waited for the two gentlemen to take their glasses.

Turning my attention back to John and my drink that he still held. My eyes met his as he started answering his brother's comment, "her girls were my cupid." I laughed giggling heartedly.

He answered his brother while lifting my cocktail glass to his mouth. I thought he was going to have a sip, but then he actually leaned forward dropping a long thick white drool into it, while looking me straight in the eye while doing it. He then smiled and handed the glass' stem to me.

"Oh thank you!" I smiled to him taking the glass undaunted. But rather than bringing it to my lips, I brought it to Bob. My head resting on my palm now, pressing my elbow into the sofa's back, looking at him in the eye and waiting.

Bob put his hand on mine bringing the glass closer to his mouth, and looking me straight in the eye, he leaned closer to the glass, and spat a thick white gob into it.

"Look at that!" I playfully giggled, nodding my head towards him, as if thanking him. I then brought the glass to my lips. Both gentlemen were looking me in the eye, as I tilted the glass taking a sip. "How lovely. Just how I like it!" I smiled to them winking.

"Is that a favourite drink of yours?" Bob asked me checking.

"Among others," I playfully answered him as I opened my mouth to take another sip. This time John put his hand on mine, helping me have another sip, quite a sip more. And I did, looking him straight in the eye as I do so. Bob watched closely with hand holding to my inner thigh.

"Oh maybe you have more then?" John smirked, sipping on his whiskey. "Perhaps even fresh one this time?" He continued. I giggled again loudly, dropping my head backward a bit, before looking back at him, taking another sip of my flavour enhanced cocktail.

"Who doesn't like a fresh drink?" Bob joked asking.

Hearing him I laughed again before asking him, "You are you not considering helping Alexei around here, are you?".

"Oh we are kind of selective about our sommeliers," Bob answered while putting one hand on my chin, and the other on the top of my head. I tilted my head backward for him knowing what's coming. "And we just like sharing a good drink with those who appreciate, that's all" he continued while leaning upward towards my open mouth. This time a bit loader than the time before, he deeply hoicked before spitting a very sticky phlegm into my open mouth, taking his time, making sure he drooled it all.

Before he leaned back, I felt John leaning upward towards me, for the same. Taking hold of my chin from his brother, while Bob kept holding on my head for him. And just like his brother did, he hoicked deeply, and also spat his thick sludgy share into my open and waiting mouth.

I closed my mouth and pulled forward my head. Putting my finger on my lips, looking at Bob then at John, each in the eye, before swallowing their thick viscous sputum in one go. I then stuck the tip of my tongue out, flickering it playfully giggling proudly.

"Oh I want to marry you," joked John, impressed with my skill.

I laughed loudly covering my mouth with my hand barely managing to answer him, "oh dear".

"Oh he is the romantic one," Bob laughing explained sipping on his whiskey, making me laugh deeply, choking a bit this time and covering my mouth with my hand.

Catching my breath and taking a sip from my cocktail, I asked them, "so you are in the beverage business too then?"

Bob answered me, "very much so," sipping on his whiskey. "Interested?" He asked me.

"With pleasure," I answered him, "but we will need to go to one of the back rooms. It might be a bit too much if we continue here," I explained to them.

I lifted myself up a bit, turning my head looking to towards the bar area, trying to find Alexei. It didn't take long for my eyes to meet his. He understood what I am about, and nodded back to me, pointing his middle finger, ring finger, and the pinky towards his chest.

"Come there is one free," I tell them trying to stand up. John took my hand helping me stand.

"Told you he's the romantic one," Bob joked again, making me laugh all again, choking a bit all again, as I stand up, giving him my cocktail glass for him to put it on the table.

I joked back to him, "oh I love romantic men".

Walking my way with them gentlemen following me, we passed our way by the bar. Alexei looked at me pondering with his eyes. I murmured an inaudible, "later," shaking my head. He nodded understanding.

With the two gentlemen following me, I stepped into room number 3. Waiting for John to step before I closed the door behind us, I told them, "We'll need to tip Alexi on the way out."

Both nodded their heads agreeably, and Bob answered me, "definitely."

Though the club had one dance floor, there were five back rooms for the gentlemen who perhaps prefer a rather discrete discussion with the ladies. Room number 3 is the 'newest' among them, with a fairly contemporary design featuring a dance pole in the middle of the room, in the middle between three leather chairs on one side and a king sized bed on the other. There is also an en-suite bathroom with a bathtub. The lights, even the music are independent from the main hall, controlled with a remote.

Standing by the bed's edge, waiting for the two gentlemen to get ready, I adjusted the lights and started some music. I asked them, "do you want a bit of a show first?"

"Oh it will have to wait." Bob answered me, walking his way towards me.

With him standing in front of me, "oh look at that!" I moaned playfully, seeing his considerably sized shaft. It was still half erect, arching forward over a rather saggy balls sack. "Oh your wife must love it," I moaned playfully, looking at it, spitting on my hand and reaching down to stroke it for him. With my right hand l started messaging his heavy balls sack.

"She doesn't complain," he answered me, while with his right hand he reached to cup my pussy under the fabric of my thong. "What about you, does your hubby complain about it?" He asked me.

"Good heavens no. I am divorced' I answered him a bit too apathetic about it.

For someone his age, Bob did have a rather fit body. I didn't see much of it, as he only took off his pants and shorts but then his chest and shoulders looked fairly firm under his shirt. And not that he had a belly really. Perhaps a little one barely overshadowing a tidily trimmed crotch.

"Why don't you tell it hello," he grinned to me.

"Oh my manners," I responded, as he put his hand on my shoulder, guiding me down, to sit on the bed's edge with him stepping between my open legs. "Oh hello there," I smiled to his cock, leaning to kiss it and to slap it on my lips..

I started kissing it, pulling on its foreskin and playing with my tongue on its piss hole, before softly printing kisses down its underside, flickering my tongue on his ball sack and sucking on them. Did so, while I rubbed his shaft on my face. He moaned and put his hand on my head enjoying it, before he took his cock back in his hand and guided it back towards my mouth.

"No it can't wait," he moaned sliding its head between my lips.

I took it in my mouth and barely had time to close my lips tight around it, before I felt the warm fluid splashing into my mouth. I quickly started swallowing. It streamed out of his piss hole, gushing against the foreskin before splashing on my tongue and into my throat. He groaned load murmurs of relief, while i swallowed. He put his fingers on my head, brushing through my hair and holding tight to my head. I swallowed all what his cock had to release.

He swayed his hips forward twice, as if signalling the end of it. I nodded, and I moved my right hand to quickly take his shaft from his hand to mine. I kept sucking on its head lovingly, suckling for the last drop from the piss hole, before finally popping it out of my mouth. All without ever breaking eye contact with him.

"Good girl," he groaned with relief, as I held his cock with my fingers wrapped around it.

Looking into his eyes, I asked him, "does it feel better now? While kissing its head one last time before letting it go.

"What a relief!" he deeply groaned leaning down and brushing his lips on mine murmuring, "thank you".

"Any time," I smiled kissing him back before I turned my attention to John.

John approached me with his usual grin murmuring, "if you're still thirsty that is." I laughed. So he did. He stepped closer, between my open legs. With his right hand he held his shaft and brought to my mouth. With my right hand, I took his cock from him, taking its head into my mouth. He kept his fat fingers on my hand.

He was rather heavier than his brother carrying a considerable belly. I felt it slightly pressing against my forehead when I leaned forward trying to wrap my lips midway around his shaft. His cock was a bit smaller than Bob's, but fatter, in the softer meatier sense of the word, with protruding thick veins.

As did Bob, John put his other hand on my head. His chubby fingers holding tight to my head he groaned releasing. I felt his piss streaming on my tongue and I started swallowing, but its flow was different. It felt a bit weaker, kind of trickling, and I had to suck on him for it. He kept swaying his hips back and forth. One time too much backward that at one point I had to put my left hand around him, pulling on his arse cheek, to stop him from going backward any further. I didn't want his cock to end popping out of my mouth and dropping on me or on the carpet.

Seeing my bit of confusion, Bob commented, "he has a bit of prostate problem." He was watching us closely. Shifting my eyes towards him I nodded my head acknowledging it, before I turned them back to John's as I tried to suck, to encourage the discontinuous stream.

"Sorry love, you have to work a bit harder for this one," he groaned looking down at me and trying to help himself, he pulled my hand of his cock, and took hold of it, milking it into my mouth as I suck on its head for him.

I popped his cock telling him, "maybe I talk to it." He grinned.

I looked back down at his cock, "oh you like to be a bad boy?" I moaned and kissed it playfully. Rapidly popping it in and out of my mouth. "Don't you know I am still thirsty too" I continued to play to his cock, putting it head in my mouth, only to pop it out loudly.

"I feel it coming again" he moaned. I nodded my head and took it all back in my mouth sucking on its head. His stream started again, this time a bit smoother than before, but then a bit with a bitter more acrid taste, before it all ended. I swallowed it all and he pulled back. I released it from my mouth after I made sure I sucked every very last drop from it.

"Better now?" I moaned asking him, stroking it, kissing it one last time before I try to stand up.

"Much better," he smiled reaching to take my hand helping me stand, and brushed his lips on mine rather warmly.

"Always the romantic," I playfully giggled to him.

He pressed his lips on mine and once again, he smiled, "thank you".

I answered him back "any time" kissing him back, lips to lips only.

By then Bob had already put on his shorts and pants back. I started fixing my chemise and briefly brushing my fingers through my hair fixing it. Their fingers has messed it up a bit.

"No other help you need?" I asked them checking one last time before we leave, looking at Bob then at John.

"Wouldn't love anything more, but we have a train to catch," Bob answered me, while John tightened his belt.

Finishing we walked our way out of the room, back into the dim corridor and towards the bar, to Alexei, who was kind of waiting for us with a proud smile on his face.

"Charge them for their drinks only," I told him with them two standing by my sides.

"What about you sweetheart?" Bob asked me.

"Oh it is on me this time" I smiled to him and reaching to tightly grab his cock from over of his pants. Giggling playfully I murmured to them, "you were my first Americans!"

"Oh the Americans are coming back, that's for sure," Bob smiled tipping Alexei generously.

John kissed me goodbye. "Don't forget my proposal, I will ask you about it next time," he winked as before kissing me on the cheek leaving.

"What did he propose?" Alexei asked me.

"He want to marry me," I answered him, taking a seat by the bar.

Alexei laughed waving for the men. "Will you break his heart?" He then asked me while passing me another cocktail wondering if this time I would actually have the chance to finish it.

"Unfortunately I have to," I answered him, taking a sip on the fresh cocktail.

"Oh don't break his heart," Alexei joked back to me.

I sipped on my cocktail on one time before answering him, "oh I have to. Didn't you notice the marriage ring on his finger?" I explained back.

Alexei laughed.