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 Biker Bar By Pylades pylades@hotmail.com

   We were out with our husbands.  Just a normal Friday night, just the two
couples.  We live nearby and since Jim and Tanya are about the same age as
us and have no kids like us, so it was inevitable that we would become
friends.  But this was no ordinary Friday in Daytona because Bike Week was
in full swing and every normal bar was now a biker bar.  Mark, my husband,
is always playing the biker gang this time of year; wearing his jeans and
boots and leather jacket and driving a Volvo.  We decided to brave it and
go to one of the seedier hangouts to shoot some pool and drink some beer.
The crowd was a little different that night, bikes lined the sidewalk and
when we entered we saw that there wasn't going to be much of a chance of
playing; but we ordered a pitcher and gossiped about the neighborhood as we
always did.  Later Tanya and I excused ourselves to go to the ladies room;
the stench of urine and cheap perfume was stronger than usual.  We were
touching up our makeup when two women walked in right out of a biker movie.
One was a chunky older brunette in a leather mini skirt and halter that
tied in the middle.  The other was a skinny redhead who, as my husband
would say, looked rode hard and put away wet.  She wore jeans and chaps
with a leather vest.  Tanya and I caught each other's eye in the mirror and
I couldn't help but giggle, which caused Tanya to laugh out loud.  "You got
a problem," it was the brunette who came over and towered over Tanya who is
a wisp of a girl with a nice enough figure.  She was right in Tanya's face
so I couldn't really see and the redhead had begun to inch her way into my
personal space.  I suddenly became afraid.  "We're really sorry." I
started. "Fuck that," Tanya stood up on her toes to stare down the other
woman.  "We're minding our business, so mind your own." "What the hell was
so funny?" the brunette meant business and was pushing her tits into
Tanya's face.  "Get your saggy tits out of my face," Tanya pushed at the
woman but couldn't move her.  "Maybe we should teach you trailer trash a
lesson," the brunette grabbed Tanya's golden hair and although she fought
like a wildcat there was nothing she could do.  The redhead grabbed me in a
headlock and shoved my face into her hairy bush of an armpit.  I thought I
would swoon from the smell.  I heard the door to the stall crash open then
a whimper from Tanya.  Then I felt my breast being grabbed by the redhead
and was shocked to find my nipples getting hard.  I could hear a commotion
from the stall and the woman's voice, "How do like these tits now, bitch."
The redhead licked my ear, her hand still squeezing my breast and my nose
still buried in skanky armpit.  "I think you like this," she whispered in
my ear.  "I bet you'd like to stick your nose in another hairy bush.  If
you lick my sweaty armpit, I might just help you out." With that she
twisted my hardened nipple between her forefinger and thumb.  I had not
even tried to stop her at this point, I was so shocked and humiliated, but
I tried to pull away then.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tanya's
shoes sticking out from under the stall door.  "That's it suck it, bitch,"
came from within.  "Damn, that tongue of yours is good, you must suck off
all the women in your little trailer park." Just then my attention was
diverted by a sudden pain in my breast and a jerk of the head, "Get that
slut tongue of yours out and lick my smelly armpit." I couldn't believe I
was doing this, but I stuck my tongue out and touched her bush.  Both of
our bodies shivered as my tongue made contact.  "Lick it all up you little
whore, that's it all up," I heard a whimper from the stall, but just then
two more women came through the door.  The redhead let me go and told me to
get the fuck out.  "But..." "Don't worry she'll be out in a minute.' Then
to my utter shock she kissed me on the lips, a crushing kiss like a man,
all tongue.  My senses were reeling as I walked through the door and
wandered for our table.  "Hey, Where's Tanya?" Jim looked a little
concerned.  "She wasn't feeling well," I lied.  "She'll be out in a couple
minutes." Luckily our tables were situated so that only I had a good view
of the ladies door.  Seconds ticked by like hours, as I waited until
finally all four of the women left the restroom.  "I better go what's
holding Tanya up," I practically leapt up.  I hurried to the bathroom and
couldn't believe my eyes, there was Tanya on hands and knees, her mascara
was a mess, her shirt had been slightly torn, her belt was cinched around
her throat and she had the look of a wild animal.  But I kept staring at
the wet stain at the crotch of her jeans.  I helped her up and her arm
brushed against my nipple and I squirt my panties.  My mind was not
thinking right.  I wanted to grab that belt and...  She washed in the sink
and we made her presentable.  She whimpered some but said she didn't want
to talk about it.  We made our way back to the table and left right after
that.  On the way out, I saw the skanky redhead raise her beer as if in
salute and I blushed profusely.  When we got home, I practically mauled
Mark, ripping his shirt getting it off, thrusting into him as much as he
was, screaming crying; but, nothing I could do would help me to come.  As I
lie awake that night, images of Tanya's shoes hanging out the stall, the
redhead's bushy armpit and the wet spot in her jeans caused me to touch
myself down there and I exploded.  Tomorrow is a workday and Tanya and I
will have all day.  Maybe she'll tell me exactly what happened in there, or
better yet, maybe she'll show me.