The Sex Bar  

Coercive9907 38M
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11/25/2005 12:27 am

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The Sex Bar

Well, I'm back in California after a long 3 weeks in VA Beach. Now that the trip is over, I decided to write about the one thing that sticks out the most in my mind...and that's a little bar on Shore Drive that I'll not soon forget. I happened into the bar on business and left (a few times) on pleasure. Now, I'll be the first to say that the story that follows is not the norm for me. But, intriguing it was.

I was meeting a business associate at this little bar to talk shop. I got there five minutes early and took a seat at the bar. A beautiful young bartender asked if I'd like a drink, which I declined. There was some following bartender/patron banter that equated to little of nothing. Then, she said, "I'm off work. Mind if I join you?" I had no problem with that, so she poured herself a drink and took a seat next to me. My business associate was fifteen minutes late. And in that fifteen minutes, the friendly conversation went next to nowhere.

When he showed up, he asked if I would like to have a seat at a table to talk. I agreed and away I went. He and I talked for about 30 minutes over an appetizer, then concluded our business. He left and I returned to the bar. The friendly bartender immediately insisted we grab a bar table away from the bar and ordered a round of drinks. The conversation continued over the course of several (okay...maybe more than several) drinks. Somewhere in the fog of it all, she decided she would call me "Ty" and insisted that I make up a name for her. I dubed her "Kate." The next thing I know, we are making our way back to her place. (We walked...neither of us needed to drive.)

The night took on its own life as I walked into her bedroom and saw the fuzzy handcuffs on the headboard. We spent the next three hours in erotic exploration of one another. When it was all said and done, we were both beyond satisfaction and exhaustion. We fell asleep for about an hour (I had to get up to go to work), then parted with a quite sensual quicky (yes...I used sensual and quicky in the same sentence). She told me I should come by the bar at about 5pm the next day when she was getting off work. I thought that was a good idea.

SO, I stroll into the little bar the next afternoon. It didn't take long to figure out that one of the patrons present was her boyfriend. Surprise, surprise! He's a Navy guy that came back unexpectedly (that was the story, anyway). In her absence, I did what any twisted individual would have done and...kind of...happened into a conversation with him. I never told on her, but I spun her head a little bit when I claimed to have a Yellow Lab named Duck. (She has a Black Lab named Duck.) He thought that was the most incredible thing he'd ever heard. She was amused.

Accepting that my VA Beach fling had come to an end, I asked for my check. "Kate" then ventured over and said, "Ty, don't take off. I want to introduce you to a friend of mine." Subsequently, she introduced me to her bartender friend (who also got a fake name..."Keri") who had apparently been filled in on ALL the details of "Kate" and "Ty's" previous rendezvous. "Keri" politely (that's what I'll call it, anyway) requested the same. So, being the kindhearted person that I am, I obliged. "Keri" didn't have quite the sexual prowess of her counterpart, but it was without question mutually satisfying.

At this point, I decide it better to just stay away from the friendly little bar for a couple of days. But, my bartending ladies thought otherwise. "Kate" calls my cell phone and leaves a dirty, dirty message. That was followed an hour later by an even more suggestive message for "Keri." What to do?!? Okay, I caved. So, for the third day straight I venture into this little den of sexuality. I pull up a barstool and order my usual (Maker's and Diet).

To my initial surprise (but later rationalization), neither of the two said a word to me. Anything I said was met with one word answers or nothing at all. A demonstration of their power in the situation maybe? Sure, whatever...I'm fine with that. After being there for a few minutes and deciding that the little game was kind of dumb, I decided I'd take off and find something more constructive to do with my night. As I was taking off, a cute young lady and her friend struck up some conversation. I decided, what the hell, I'll chat for a minute.

That minute of chat turned into a couple of hours of jovial conversation that left the other two ("Kate" and "Keri") fuming. Connie (this cute patron I was now hitting it off with) noticed the obvious anger of "Kate" and "Keri" and asked what was going on. What to say? I don't know seemed like the best answer at the time. Connie suggested we head to her place away from the drama of the bar. Turn that down? Not likely! Connie's friend, Heather (I think), dropped us off at Connie's place and I found out just how much of a freak Connie could be. Yes, that Connie was a wild one!

All said and done, one friendly little bar, three consecutive nights, three different women, and I came out of it unscathed (aside from some fingernail scratches and one bite mark on my right shoulder). Needless to say, I didn't make a fourth trip to that bar and I never heard from any of the women again. But, what do you all think...all's fair in love and war? or am I the asshole?

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