It is Alice's third day of work as a bar waitress, her new uniform is catching the attention of all her male customers. Friends and co-workers are all adjusting to seeing her curvy figure on

Chapter 4: Virginity Intact

The dimly lit bar was a stark contrast to the bright, sunny afternoon outside. I shivered as I stepped in through the swing doors, the cool air conditioning sending goosebumps down my arms and once again, my nipples reacted. My anxiety was high as I scanned the room for Tom, my heart pounding and ready to run for the door. I had been dreading this shift ever since my wild night at the bar.

Tom was behind the counter, polishing a glass with a cloth. His tall, muscular frame was silhouetted against the window, casting a long shadow across the empty bar. He looked up as I approached, a friendly smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, Alice," he said, his voice warm and welcoming.

"I heard you had quite the night last night."

I blushed, feeling my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. "Yeah, about that..." I began, my voice trailing off as I started to fidget with the hem of other crop cut t-shirt.

Tom raised an eyebrow, looking me up and down. "You look a bit... different today," he said, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Is that a new shirt?"

I nodded, feeling my cheeks grow even hotter. The crop top I wore last night reeked of stale cum and my pussy juices. I didn't want to think about it, how I craved the smell and taste and texture and then find it repulsive the morning after.

I had to focus on keeping my job. I had no idea how Matt and Jack would behave after our night together. "Um, yes, it is. I didn't have any clean clothes left over at my place," I lied, trying to keep my voice steady.

Tom raised an eyebrow, smirking at me. "That's funny, because it looks like the same one you wore last night."

I felt my face grow hotter, but I tried to play it cool. "Well, I guess I must have left it here. I must have been really drunk last night."

Tom chuckled, putting the glass down on the counter. "You certainly were.

You seem to have quite the effect on men, Alice," Tom said, his voice laced with amusement. "Especially Jack and Matt. They couldn't keep their eyes off you last night."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I, uh, I had no idea," I stammered, trying to act innocent. "I was just going with the flow, you know?"

Tom laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, Alice, you have a lot to learn about self-control, you are an incredibly desirable woman, and the way they look at you, the promises you will hear, just to get a taste of you. You-" Tom suddenly stammered, "I cheated on my wife, and I didn't even get a taste."
I stared at him, my mouth gaping. "What? Oh God, I completely forgot!"

He looked away, his gaze meeting the empty glasses on the counter. "I let you go, Alice. I stepped away and watched them have you. I watched them defile you, and I was right there, no better then the next guy."

I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. "Tom, I-"

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with regret and pain. "I'm sorry, Alice. I should have protected you. I should have stopped them, I should have stopped myself."

I shook my head, trying to process what he was saying. "Tom, it's okay. I- I wanted it.

I begged for it, remember? I was the one who asked, the one who teased, who dared them to take me. I won't let you take the blame for this, Tom. I won't let you carry that guilt."

Tom looked at me, his expression unreadable. "But I am to blame, Alice. I should have stopped it. I should have..." His voice trailed off, and he ran a hand through his hair, looking away from me.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "Tom, look at me."

He hesitated for a moment before meeting my gaze.

His eyes were filled with a mix of guilt, regret, and something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I never meant for this to happen. I didn't think they would... I didn't know they would do anything. I thought they were just flirting with you."

I let out a soft sigh, heart heavy with a mix of emotions. "It's okay, Tom. I'm not mad at you. I just... I wish you had stopped it. I wish someone had stopped it."

Tom's expression softened, and he stepped closer to me. "I'm so sorry, Alice.

I let you down." Tom's voice was heavy with regret. He reached out and gently placed his hand on my arm. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it made my heart ache for him. Really. I made my own choices last night. I wanted to explore, to experience. And I did. But I also learned a lot. About myself, about what I want, and what I don't."

Tom gave me a small smile. "I'm glad you're okay, Alice.

I mean that," Tom said softly. "I won't let anything happen to you again. You're safe with me."

I smiled weakly at him, grateful for his words. "I know, Tom. Thank you."

He gave my arm a gentle squeeze before turning his attention back to the glass he was polishing. "Now, let's get you set up for your shift. Barbara's been looking for you."

I nodded and followed him behind the bar, my mind racing with thoughts of the night before. I couldn't believe how different I was now, how bold and sexual.

Last night, I had begged for cock, multiple cocks. I had taken three cocks in my mouth, felt them harden and pulse, and I had loved every second of it. I had been so drunk on power and pleasure that I had forgotten about the humiliation and the pain. But now, in the harsh light of day, I was sobering up. I was starting to remember everything that had happened, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

I followed Tom behind the bar, my stomach churning with nerves. What if Barbara had heard about what happened last night? What if she fired me on the spot?

I quickly reminded myself that Tom would never speak of it, Matt was still sweet on me, affectionate even after witnessing me at my most sluttiness. And Jack? Jack loves to brag, and naming me a conquest, nobody would believe.

He is a man in his late forties, trying to prove he is still a man. I am a naive virgin, a young woman who let him and his friends use her body, but he is the only one who got to enter this sacred space. He won't let that opportunity slip.

As I stand behind the bar, I can't help but steal glances over at Jack, seated at the far end of the counter. He's nursing a drink, a smug grin on his face as he watches me. I try to focus on the task at hand, wiping down the already spotless surface of the bar, but my eyes keep drifting back to him.

He moves his seat to my section, smiling among his buddies, I can't help but feel that he's keep last night from his pals. I find myself waiting until he is alone before approaching him.

"Hey, Jack," I say, attempting to keep my voice steady. "Can I get you a refill?"

He grins at me, his eyes roaming over my body. "Well, well, well, look who it is. The little virgin who finally saw the light last night."

I flinch at his words, hating the reminder of what happened. "I'm here to work, Jack. If you want a drink, I'll get it for you. If not, you can leave."

He chuckles, leaning back in his seat. "Oh, I think you and I both know you don't want me to leave.

Not after last night." He leans in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "You seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit."

I grit my teeth, trying to keep my composure. "That was last night, Jack. This is today. And today, I'm just trying to do my job."

He smirks, unfazed by my attempt to brush him off. "You know, I've been thinking about you all day. About how tight and wet you were. How you took my cock like a fucking champ."

I feel my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment and anger. "Jack, please.

Stop talking like that," I whisper urgently, casting a glance around to make sure no one else has overheard our conversation. The last thing I need is for Barbara or anyone else to hear Jack talking about me like that.

He leans back in his seat, his eyes narrowing as he watches me intently. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're getting shy now."

I shake my head, trying to laugh it off. "No, nothing like that. I just don't want anyone else to know what happened last night."

Jack smirks again, a wicked glint in his eyes. "So, you're saying you want to keep it a secret?"

I hesitate for a moment before answering.

"Look, Jack, this isn't about keeping it a secret. It's just... personal. And I'm not comfortable talking about it."

Jack raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Personal? You mean like how you were personal with Matt and me last night? Oh, I almost forgot about Tom over there."

I cringe at the mention of Matt and Jack's names together in that context. The memory of last night comes flooding back to me - the heat of their bodies pressed against mine, their hands roaming over my skin, their voices whispering filthy promises in my ear as they took turns with my mouth.

"Jack," I say firmly, trying to keep my voice steady despite the sudden rush of anger coursing through my veins. "You were lucky last night, in every possible way imaginable, I was so fucking horny, I would have sucked and fucked anyone that was there to take advantage of me. And if you want to find me in that condition, ever again, you better hope I am still slinging beer and not pumping gas at the marina."
I leaned in closer, my voice barely above a whisper. "And if you think for one second that I'm going to let you or anyone else make me feel small or ashamed for what happened last night, you've got another thing coming."

Jack's smirk faded, replaced by a look of surprise. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes widening as he took in my words. I could see the gears turning in his head, trying to process the fact that I wasn't going to be his little plaything to tease and taunt.

"Well, well, well," he said finally, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Looks like I misjudged you, Alice. I thought you were just a sweet little thing, all innocent and shy. But you've got some fire in you, don't you?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I just know what I want, Jack. And what I don't want. And I won't let anyone make me feel bad about it."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Fair enough. I can respect that. But you know, a little secret between friends never hurt anyone, right?"

I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Friends? Is that what we are, Jack?"

He laughed, holding up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. But I am wanting to hear some gratefulness out of you, you know what I am packing, you know you chocked on it, and I know I am not a virgin's first choice, once you get a little more experience and you want to feel like a virgin again, you give me a wink and a wiggle, eh Darlin'?"

Jack said with a wink and a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes at him, but I couldn't help but smile at his audacity. "You're something else, Jack," I said, shaking my head. "But I'll keep that in mind."

He grinned at me, leaning back in his seat. "That's all I ask, Alice. That's all I ask."

I turned away from him, trying to hide my smile as I walked back behind the bar. I couldn't believe I was actually flirting with him, after everything that had happened. But there was something about Jack, something that made me feel alive and dangerous. I couldn't help but want more of it.

It was a pure ego trip, and he wasn't hiding it. He knew he wouldn't have to brag anymore about the size of his cock, I learned that the hard way. He was indeed a Virgin Killer and a Cervix Pounder. Suddenly I also knew why Barbra avoided him, Jack was her Ex before she started dating my Uncle, you would have to sacrifice a lot of self-worth and treat Jack like a god, just to feel that huge cock inside you.

I could see why she didn't want to talk about him. I also understood why she was so protective of me, she knew what Jack was capable of.

As the night wore on, the bar began to fill up with more customers. I was busy behind the bar, pouring drinks and taking orders, but I could still feel Jack's eyes on me, watching my every move. It was unnerving, but also exhilarating. I found myself playing up to it, swaying my hips a little more as I walked, leaning over a little further as I reached for glasses, anything to give him a better view.

Tom noticed my behavior and raised an eyebrow at me.

"You're playing with fire, Alice," he said, his voice low enough that only I could hear him. "Jack's not the kind of guy you want to mess with." "I can handle myself, Tom. I know what I'm doing."

He gave me a skeptical look. "Do you? Because it seems like you're enjoying the attention a little too much."

I felt my cheeks grow warm at his words. "I'm just having fun, Tom. There's nothing wrong with that."

He shook his head, looking away from me. "Just be careful, Alice. He is not the kind of guy who will take you gently, Most wives avoid this place, for reasons they will never tell their husbands."
Tom's voice was low and serious, his eyes fixed on mine.

I swallowed hard, feeling a shiver run down my spine. "What do you mean?"

Tom hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Jack has a reputation, Alice. He's not exactly... gentle with women. And he doesn't take no for an answer."

I felt a chill run down my spine at his words. "You mean he's... violent?"

Tom shook his head. "Not exactly. But he can be... forceful. And he doesn't like to be rejected. He is a sadist, when women submit, they have a good time, but if they don't, he has a good time regardless."

I felt a knot form in my stomach as I considered Tom's words.

I had known Jack for years and had always thought of him as just an annoying old man who loved to brag about his conquests. But now, hearing Tom warn me about him, I wasn't so sure.

"I appreciate your warning, Tom," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I think I can handle myself."

Tom sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Alice, just... be careful okay? Don't let your pride get the better of you."

I nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "I won't," I promised.

As the night wore on, I did my best to keep my distance from Jack while still being friendly and professional at the same time. Constantly slut checking my shirt and shorts took out any fun like last night, it grew my self-conscience, I don't think I will ever be as free as I was that night in the women's washroom, with Tom, Matt and that asshole Jack.

It was hard to consider myself lucky that it happened with those three, hardly gentlemen for taking advantage of me but respectful enough to take advantage of my consent. I was a woman in wanton need and desire, it could have been a much different ending if it was with anyone different.

I could have been hurt, used, and discarded. But I wasn't. I was respected, and I was desired. And I desired them right back.

The night wore on, and the bar began to empty out. I was wiping down the counter, lost in thought, when I felt a hand on my waist. I jumped, turning to find Jack standing behind me, a smirk on his face.

"Hey there, Alice," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You've been avoiding me all night."

"I've been working, Jack." I felt him right behind me, that grin, clear as day in the mirror, his hands dropping to my hips, once he saw no one looking, I felt his hips bumping me from behind, again and again until I was bumping back to stay standing, and then I realized what it looked like.

We were dancing now, but not the kind that people do in clubs or bars, no this was just two people fucking against each other standing up.

I could feel his hands creeping up my shirt, my skin goosebumping with anticipation and dread all at once as he pulled me closer to him until my back was pressed firmly against his chest.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear,

"Don't make me ask nicely again."

His hands moved to my chest, cupping my breasts through the shirt before they moved down to my stomach,

I could feel my breath hitching as he started unbuttoning my shirt from underneath.

"Jack," I whispered back through gritted teeth but he didn't stop.

His hands moved lower, unbuttoning my shorts, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I should stop him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not when he was touching me like this, not when I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass.

"Jack, please," I tried again, my voice barely audible. "Not here. Not now."

He chuckled softly, his breath hot on my neck. "You're right, Alice. Not here. Not now." He pulled away from me suddenly, leaving me feeling cold and exposed. I turned to face him, my tits exposed, my shorts still undone. As soon as our eyes met, he looked down at my tits, heaving as I grew more excited. My eyes dropped down too, watching that giant anaconda pressing against his pants, pulsing to escape its confines.

I swallowed hard at the sight of it, and the memory of it, opening the back of my throat like I was a female anaconda, swallowing its prey. He was right; it was impossible to miss.

"Jack," I stammered out again, trying to gather some semblance of control over myself and the situation. "What are you doing?"

He smirked at me again as he adjusted himself in his pants, drawing my eyes right back to that throbbing bulge in his jeans.

"Alice," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "I'm just giving you a taste of what you've been missing out on."

I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my thoughts and regain some sense of self-preservation. "Jack, this isn't appropriate."

He shrugged nonchalantly as he stepped closer to me again.

"Who cares about appropriate? We're both adults here, aren't we?"

I took a step back, trying to put some distance between us. "That doesn't mean we should just... do whatever we want."

Jack smirked, taking another step closer. "Oh, come on, Alice. You can't tell me you didn't enjoy last night. You were begging for it."

I felt my cheeks grow hot at the memory of last night. "That was different," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I was drunk, and-"

"And what?" Jack interrupted, his voice low and smooth. "You didn't mean it? You didn't want it?"

I hesitated for a moment before answering.

"No, that's not what I meant. I don't want to rush into anything. I want to take things slow."

Jack chuckled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Slow? Alice, we've already crossed that line. You sucked my cock, and Matt's, and Tom's. You let us use your mouth, and you loved every second of it."

I felt my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment and anger. "That was different," I insisted. "I was drunk, and I didn't know what I was doing."

Jack raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really?" Jack's hands lowered back down to my ass and lifted me up, I didn't have to look down to see our crotches were at the same height, this old man lifting me up like I was an inflatable sex doll.

He held me against him like that for a few seconds before he pulled away from me and just stared at me for a long time. His eyes were cold and calculating as if he was sizing me up for something.

You're playing with fire," Tom's warning echoed in my mind as Jack's hands dropped back down to my hips.

He leaned in close to me again, his breath hot on my ear as he whispered,

"You know what you want, Alice. You want to be fucked hard and deep by a real man."

I shivered under his touch and the intensity of his words.

"Maybe," I admitted softly, feeling a wave of desire wash over me. "But are you going to hold me, kiss me, be tender after you fucked my brains out and your cum leaking out of my young, fertile pussy?"

At that moment, Matt finally showed after his shift and I motioned to Jack of Matt's entrance.

Jack's eyes widened as he saw Matt, and he quickly released me, taking a step back. I quickly pulled down my shirt and buttoned my shorts, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

"Hey, Matt," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Can you help me with something in the back?"

Matt raised an eyebrow at me but nodded. "Sure thing, Alice."

As we walked away from Jack, I could feel his eyes on us, watching our every move. I led Matt to the storage room in the back, closing the door behind us.

"What's going on, Alice?" Matt asked, concern etched on his face. "You look...

flustered," he said.

I took a deep breath to calm myself before answering.

"I need to talk to you about Jack," I said finally.

Matt's expression darkened at the mention of Jack's name.

"What about him?" he asked warily.

I hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"He... he touched me back there."

Matt's eyes widened in surprise. How?"

"He... he just came up behind me and started touching my waist and my... my breasts," I said, my cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.

Matt's expression darkened even more.

"That fucking asshole," he growled.

I nodded in agreement.

"I know. And it wasn't just that. He said...

he said he wanted to fuck me, right there in the bar," I admitted softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Matt's eyes flashed with anger. "That son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath. "I should go out there and-"

"No, Matt," I said quickly, placing a hand on his arm to stop him. "Please, don't do anything. I just need to talk to someone about it."

Matt took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Okay," he said finally. "What do you want to do?" "I don't know. I just need some time to think about it.

"Okay." Matt paused, "What did he do again?"

I wasn't sure what Matt was playing at but I got the gist of it quick.

"I caught me bending over, and he started pressing his hips against me." I breathed. Then I felt Matt spin me around, and pushing my shoulders down until I complied, I was in the same position as Jack had me in.

"Just like this? Alice?" Matt's voice grew lower, more commanding, like I've never heard him before, "And then what did Jack do?"

Whatever Matt was trying to do was working, I was growing excited, aroused, like thinking about Jack's huge cock, Matt's sudden dominance was turning me on.

I could feel myself getting wet between my legs as Matt leaned in closer to me from behind.

"What did he do next?" Matt's voice was low and husky as he traced his fingers along my spine.

I felt a shiver run down my spine from his touch. "He... he started unbuttoning my shorts," I admitted softly.

Matt's hands moved to my waistband, slowly pulling down my shorts until they pooled around my ankles. I took a deep breath as I felt the cool air hit my bare skin.

"And then?" Matt asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I could feel his breath on my neck as he leaned in closer to me.

"He...

he started touching me," I whispered, feeling myself growing more aroused by the memory.

Matt's hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my buttocks before they slipped between my legs. he prompted.

"He... he started kissing my neck," I admitted, my voice barely audible.

Matt leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my skin as he whispered in my ear.

"And then what happened?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as Matt's fingers began to explore between my legs.

"He... he lifted up my, my shirt," I said softly.

Matt's hands moved up to my breasts, cupping them, holding my nipples like a cigarette.

He pinched them gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I gasped, arching my back, pressing myself further into his hands. Matt prompted again, his voice low and husky.

"He... he started unbuttoning my shirt," I whispered, my breath coming in short gasps now.

Matt's hands moved to the buttons of my shirt, slowly undoing them one by one until my shirt hung open, exposing my bare breasts to the cool air of the storage room. Matt asked, his voice barely audible.

"He... he told me he wanted to fuck me," I admitted, my voice shaking with desire and nerves.

"He said he wanted to take me right there on the bar."

Matt's fingers traced the curve of my backside before moving lower, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "And what did you say?"

"I told him... I told him no." My voice was barely a whisper.

Matt chuckled lowly, his hands moving to my hips. "But your body didn't listen, did it?"

I felt his breath hot on my neck as he leaned in closer. "No," I admitted, my voice breathy. "It didn't."

Matt's hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the seam of my ass before slipping between my legs.

I gasped as his fingers found the wet heat of my pussy, slick with desire despite my earlier protests.

"You're so fucking wet," he murmured against my ear, his fingers circling my clit before delving deeper into my folds.

I whimpered softly, my hips jerking as his fingers slipped inside me. He crooked them slightly, hitting that spot deep inside me that made my toes curl.

"Fuck," I moaned, pushing back against his hand.

Matt chuckled darkly. "You like that?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I nodded eagerly, unable to form words as his fingers moved faster and deeper inside me.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Alice," Matt growled in my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I moaned loudly as I came undone, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me. Matt's fingers slowed, gently milking my orgasm from me until I was left panting and weak in his arms.

He spun me around to face him, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at me. I could see the outline of his hard cock pressing against his jeans, and I knew what I wanted next.

I reached out, my hand wrapping around his length through his jeans. My hands shook as I unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped to free Matt's cock. It bounced straight at me, my nostrils flared as I inhaled to smell that dick, Matt was late because Matt showered before seeing me close the bar, just for me, just in case, what was about to happen happened.

He was clean as a whistle.

"You smell good too," Matt said with a beer bottle smile.

I looked up at him with a sly smile as I slowly slid my hand up and down his length. The fucking thing was huge in my hand, no where near the behemoth of Jack's cock when I caught it in my mouth. My brain must have played tricks on me, this cock was perfect for fucking me.

My mouth watered at the thought of having him inside me.

"I want you inside me," I said huskily.

Matt's eyes widened slightly at my words.

"Do you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded eagerly.

"Yes," I whispered.

Matt reached out and grabbed the top of my head.

"This cock, fucking your mouth," he commanded. "You want this cock fucking your pussy?"
Matt asked, his voice rough and demanding. I nodded eagerly, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked up at him. He was so tall, so strong, and I wanted him to take me, to use me, to make me his.

I don't understand how a girl like me can't get fucking laid, maybe I shouldn't have let everyone know I was a virgin, I have needs and I have holes needing to be filled. What I didn't know was that I was now a master cock sucker, Matt was fucking my mouth like he should be fucking my pussy and he was about to erupt in my mouth, again.

"Please," I whispered, my voice shaking with desire.

"I need you to fuck me."

Matt's eyes darkened with lust as he looked down at me. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "Yes," I said. "I need you to fuck me."

Matt grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up, pinning me against the wall of the storage room. I gasped as I felt his cock pressing against my entrance.

"Are you ready for this?" he growled in my ear. "I'm ready."

Matt pushed himself inside me in one hard thrust, filling me completely.

Sorry, that is what should have happened, that is what I wanted to happen but it's hard to ask, beg and plead to get fucked with a cock in your throat. Matt was so turned on, he kept pushing my head until he groaned, and I got a mouth full of cum again.

He kept telling me how good it felt to cum in my mouth again and again until he pulled out. My mouth was still watering with his cum.

"You know what else I want?" I asked huskily.

Matt raised an eyebrow at me.

"What is it?"

I took a deep breath before speaking.

"I want you to fuck me."

"Here?" he asked.

"Here."

Matt looked around the storage room before nodding.

He grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up.

"Wrap your legs around me," he commanded.

I did as he asked without hesitation. His hands gripped my ass firmly as he adjusted his position, he guided the tip of his cock to my pussy, it was a relief beyond description as i felt the head spread me open, I could have came from that feeling alone.

I am not sure but the tip was all he could manage inside me, it was an awkward moment as Matt seemed to hit a brick wall, my pussy was just not accepting more from that angle.

"Fuck," I moaned as he adjusted and adjusted again.

Matt grunted with every push forward and felt a wall of resistance.

"ALICE!" I heard the distinctive voice of Barbra yelling, "Tom had to leave early, you gotta close up alone!"

I could feel my pussy clenching around Matt but he pulled out, the excitement of his second erection ebbed from the shrill of Barbara's voice.

"You're so tight," he gasped.

"Don't Stop," I begged.

He looked so sad and disappointed, but the moment was gone. I kissed him deeply, even our tongues touched, and he bent down to pull up my shorts.

"I will see you later!" Matt spoke directly to my pussy and gave my clit a kiss before bringing up shorts back up to my waist.

"I should've done it in the bathroom," I said. "Hell yeah," Matt said in agreement as he started to zip up his jeans. "But that was too risky. Barbara might've walked in on us."

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath as Barbara's voice echoed in my mind. "She's right."

"She won't leave until you bring the night's registry to her."

We walked out of the storage room together, hand in hand, our hearts pounding with excitement and anticipation. Tomorrow night, maybe I'll finally get laid tomorrow night.

The story is engaging and leaves the reader on a cliffhanger, which is an effective way to end a chapter and keep readers eager for more. However, consider adding a brief, final sentence or paragraph to summarize Alice's feelings or thoughts, providing a sense of closure for the chapter while still maintaining suspense. Here's a suggestion:

"As they walked out, hand in hand, Alice couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and anticipation. She was more determined than ever to make tomorrow night count, to finally give in to the desires that had been building inside her. But for now, she had to focus on closing up the bar, her heart still racing from Matt's touch and the promise of what was to come."

This addition provides a brief moment of reflection for Alice, while still leaving the reader curious about what will happen next.