"The Bar," was really just that, a bar in a no-frills neighborhood joint populated by a young, knowledgeable in-group making the late-night scene. Historically, it was a converted blacksmith shop, located in New York's Financial District. The actual bar was small, patrons clustered around tables that held clam fritters and other appetizers.

The drinks were expensive and more than covered the cost of the free food. Music blared from an audiophile's dream of what speakers should really sound like. Varying from Prince to Chet Baker, one could safely say it had something for everyone. Only the owner knew the jukebox provided a substantial amount of revenue each week, for it played on long after the bar closed each night.

Warren appeared almost magically. Managing to reach the bar and notice the new barmaid before someone spotted him and called his name in a warm greeting.

A redheaded, freckled-faced stockbroker raised his fuchsia-colored martini in greeting, "Hey, Warren! How's it going, guy?"

"Great Joey, how're ya hittin' 'em?

"Awright guy!" Joey hollered to get the barmaids attention, “Hey, Glenda!” then pointed to Warren. "Give him whatever he wants, 'kay?"

Glenda, a striking brunette with a well-deserved hard body, replied, "You got it, Joey," and moved lithely down the bar to Warren. Joey and several others nudged one another as they waited to see how Warren would treat the new bartender. Several women at various stations within the bar also glanced discreetly in his direction.

Glenda liked what she saw, and gave Warren the benefit of her best smile. "Joey's buyin,' what’ll you have…" and made the mistake of adding, "handsome?"

Once again, Warren used this as an opportunity to confirm his status as a legend among his peers. In a well-resonated baritone, he sang out loud enough to be heard over the jukebox, from which one clever lady was astute enough to reach out with a dainty ankle and yank the plug.

“What’ll I have? Weeeell… and off he went into a popular hit that required audience participation after the second stanza. At that point, he paused, wiped his hand across his mouth then urged the listening customers to join him while Glenda stood there stunned, mouth agape for a moment before quickly beginning to make his drink as Warren continued singing.

Warren drove his fist into the air and hollered: “Hey, hey, c’mon guys help me out here!”

Two men on his left joined him, their glasses raised in the air, as he segued into the chorus.

By the next line, most of the bar's patrons had linked arms or were toasting each other as they all joined in for a rousing finish. Warren halted as his pina colada arrived, served by a beaming Glenda.

"More, more!" the crowd chanted.

"All right," Warren smiled, took a drink and shouted, "This crew was meant to suffer anyway. Here goes..."

And he sang one line then the crowd all joined in to sing the next one right through the chorus. Warren was smiling broadly as he finished the song off to great applause.

Warren gestured to Glenda and she came back over to him, and he leaned over the bar and kissed her on the lips. When it ended he whispered to her, "What nights are you off?"

Stammering, Glenda answered, "Wednesdays and Thursdays...?

"Keep Wednesday open. Here's my number," and he handed her his card, "Call me Monday afternoon, okay?"

"Uhhh, yeah... sure... call ya... right."

He finished his drink and moved off to work the crowd; glad-handing some, patting this girl on the rear; approaching a petite blonde with a pixie cut and a tattoo partially revealed on her breast from behind and lightly kissing her neck, causing a shriek followed by gales of laughter.

Then he spotted the tattoo and did what no one else had the nerve to do—he asked to see it. The blonde never hesitated; she pulled her top to the side to present over half of her breast for his inspection. Of course, Warren's finger traced the lines of the tattoo and ending by circling her nipple before telling her it was the greatest work of its kind he'd ever seen.

Then he was off again. As he moved through the bar, everyone touched him one way or another − accepting a drink from this one and that as he weaved through the crowd.

A mousey looking brunette stood off to the side with a girlfriend even more forlorn than her. Warren smiled down at both and told them they were looking great. As he moved on, his hand casually caressed the brunette's inner thigh and moved up to cup her mons. Her legs bucked and her friend caught her before she fell.

Warren moved on, oblivious to her condition. Then he spotted the blonde, dressed in a white smocked tank top over a full, white flowing skirt with a high side slit; her blonde hair hung loose, sweeping in a delectable wave over her pretty face. Her small, firm breasts jutted out against the tank top material. Her eyes were lightly lined and she had applied just a trace of lipstick. Warren noticed as he appraised her, that she wore no bra. Even in the dim light, her stubby nipples and the dark shadows of her areola were evident.

Of course, Warren absorbed all this in an instant, and thought her a beautiful vision as she sat at the bar under the television. Now he'd had four Pina Coladas by this point, and the lighting was poor, but his instincts seldom failed him and this was no exception. The blonde was by far the most attractive woman in “The Bar.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Warren watched as she carefully placed her drink in the center of the wet circle on the bar and practiced her smile in the mirror behind the bar.

She’s just out of high school, maybe a college freshman, he thought and watched as she thrust out her breasts for maximum effect.

Gail, (for that was the blonde’s name) felt almost giddy now that she was on her third martini. She was smug in the knowledge that her fake ID had allowed her to pass as a twenty-four-year-old. Gail was only nineteen.

Her girlfriend Karen had been right, this wasn’t just a bar, but it had a lively crowd and the music was as good as it was loud. She bet herself there wasn't a person in the bar over thirty.

Gail gave Warren a discreet glance as he approached; and to ensure capturing his attention, she leaned back in the chair, tilting it on its swivel hinge, while crossing her legs to reveal a good bit of thigh. Not satisfied with this, Gail resorted to thrusting her chest out even further and lifting her hands to sweep her hair off her neck.

Her small breasts lunged out, and the nipples threatened to burst through the tank top. She had come here specifically to see this supposed marvelous male specimen, and if he was all Karen said he was, she intended to leave with him. But Gail was not the only female with Warren on their agenda.

Warren evaluated the women in the bar again, and after making his decision, made his way toward Gail. He was totally relaxed as he stood next to her, holding his fifth pina colada at waist level and to his side and said in a well-modulated voice, "This sounds corny as hell, but have we met before? You look awfully familiar."

Gail giggled to herself, and leaning forward, turned to face him; closing the distance between them even more.

Warren smiled, his white teeth sparkled and Gail took in a surprising amount of information as her eyes swept from his to his lower torso. The thick black hair, his sad, but very alert eyes, the hair on his chest and the black knit shirt he wore with casual elegance. She also noted that other than a wristwatch he wore no jewelry.

"I don't think so," Gail responded with a combination of amusement and enthusiasm. "But you do a great Garth Brooks. And my name’s Gail.”

Her open hands and wide eyes told Warren more than he needed to know. He reached out and took her hand in his, gazing at it with a kind of reverence.

"What are you doing?" she asked, although the lilt in her voice told him she wasn't offended.

Ignoring her question, Warren placed his drink on the bar, and said, "Come with me," and still holding her hand walked her through the maze of tables to the right of the bar, stopping to introduce her to his friends and associates.

"Mel, this is…" he paused to allow Gail to provide her name. "Gail," she said. "Gail," Warren repeated as though hearing her name for the first time. “Mel, Gail here is the most desirable woman I've met in a long time."

And so it went, "Jerry, Jerry, how ‘ya doing guy? Say, I want you to meet the vivacious Gail, isn't she gorgeous?”

Gail would normally have felt like a trophy on display, except for the constant body contact she was luxuriating in with him. He never let go of her hand. One minute his other arm was around her back, and then it was around her waist. He was always close beside her. Their thighs touched with the third introduction and when he made an amusing remark, she used it as a pretext to push her hand against his chest to test its hardness. A moment later, she moved her thigh enough to reestablish contact with his.

Suddenly, they were alone in a dark corner of the bar. Gail was surprised to find herself leaning against him and hoping he'd touch her intimately. His mouth was close to hers and she absorbed the sweetness of his breath as he whispered in her ear.

"I want you to do us both a favor, okay?"

Flushed with the early stages of arousal, Gail answered before thinking. "Sure, Warren. What is it?"

"Go into the ladies room and take off your panties and bring them to me."

Gail was shocked at the impropriety of his request. But she also felt her vagina contracting as wet dew drops formed on her inner lips.

"I must be crazy," she said aloud, and attempted a subterfuge, "but a dare's a dare. You're on," she said and she said it with enthusiasm.

Warren surprised her again. "I'm not daring you to do anything. I want you to take off your panties and come back here," he said this softly, looking directly into her eyes. "If I like the way they smell I'll take you home and fuck your brains out. Now go!"

No one had ever spoken to her this way before and she hesitated a moment, one look into his eyes told her he was serious. I must be crazy, she thought, before turning on her heel and walking straight to the ladies room to follow his instructions.

On entering the ladies room, Gail answered her own question. Well, I came here to find out if he was a good as Karen said he was and he is. Everything Karen had bragged he was and more, including very different than the normal Friday night Romeos I usually meet.

The ladies room was crowded with women applying makeup in front of the mirror and relieving themselves in the three booths behind the mirror.

Gail stood next to one waiting for it to become free. Gradually, she became aware that the girl inside the booth was masturbating, and not very shy about it. The girl started to scream as her climax coursed through her body.

"Arrrrrghhhh! Yes! Oh, Jesus! Yes! Warren! Ohhhhh! Yesssss!" reverberated throughout the tiled room. Two girls, both brunettes, tittered nervously as they passed a lipstick back and forth.

Gail, feeling conspicuous and very nervous about what she was about to do was mollified to see another woman grinding her clit against the countertop while trying to apply lipstick with a shaking hand. Gail realized the masturbating girl had affected everyone in the ladies room.

Gail’s pussy was just about drenched at this point, and to her great relief, the booth opened and the masturbator emerged. She was a small, mousey brunette who glanced at Gail and said forlornly, "Oh, you're the one with him tonight." Then she brushed by Gail and strode unconcernedly to the mirror and began applying blush to her cheeks.

Gail caught the booth door on the backswing and entered. It reeked of sex. Hoisting her skirt up and sliding her panties down, Gail squatted and relieved herself. After drying herself with an abundance of toilet paper, it hit her; the masturbating girl had called out Warren's name!

My God, she thought, automatically touching her clit gingerly with her middle finger then probed her labia searching for her juices which were seeping out of her. She knew other women were waiting for any sounds of masturbation and contented herself with a brief flurry of finger action before following Warren's instructions and removed the panties.

Flushing the toilet, she composed her features and left the booth. A petite blonde had bared her breasts and was giddily showing off a tattoo to three other women as Gail pushed open the door and left, returning to the corner where Warren was waiting.

Feeling foolish, but extremely excited from anticipation of what he must be like in bed, she laughed nervously and said, "Do you want them now?"

Warren held out his hand and she reached into her purse and took them out. He accepted them from her trembling hand. Warren noted the panties dampness, and maintaining eye contact with her, he sniffed them. Gail grew confused. She felt shame and arousal. It's not supposed to be like this, she thought.

"Just as I thought," he said with a grin, "they're gooey with your juices."

After he uttered those words, Gail felt the first indication of an orgasm, and clamped her legs together.

"And I might add, they’re fragrant as hell."

He spread them apart so that the crotch was in front of his face and stuck his tongue out to lick the gooeyness. "Ummm, they taste good, but I'm sure you'll taste much better," he said with a huge smile.

Gail's knees buckled and he had to catch her before she fell.

"Did you just cum baby?" he asked gently.

Gail, still reeling from her first-ever climax sans stimulation, told the truth.

"Yes, ooooh, I... I..." She felt his cock pressing against her ass as he held her. This prompted yet another wave to wash over her. She could not believe what was happening to her.

"That's all right, baby, ride it out. It's good for you. I'll support you here while you cum," he whispered, his tongue feathery light as it licked the inside of her ear.

"Ohhhhh!" She moaned, while Warren ground his hardness into the crevice of her ass.

"Don’t worry about anyone bothering us. They won't. I promise."

Gail's breathing began to even out, and Warren surprised her once again.

"Show me that pretty pussy of yours, Gail."

"Are… Are you… crazy?" she huffed, still trying to regain her breath.

Without waiting any longer, Warren's hand went up Gail's skirt through the slit in the side and ground briefly against her damp mons before lifting the skirt up to her waist. Gail’s legs started to buckle, but somehow she found the resolve to remain standing in place as Warren knelt down, held the skirt aloft, and as though performing a routine job, took his time inspecting her. It seemed an eternity to Gail but it was only two or three seconds before he stood and dropped the skirt, watching as she smoothed it back into position.

"You've got a great looking pussy, baby," he said off-handedly. "I like it when a girl trims it properly. I like it a lot. Come on; let's get the fuck out of here."

Afraid to pass by the other patrons of the bar, Gail meekly followed Warren out the nearby exit, tottering and almost losing her balance when a heel caught on a step as she looked over her shoulder for her girlfriend, Karen and saw her laughing at something a redheaded, freckled-faced guy was saying.

Of course, Warren saved her from falling, although his hand cupped a breast and lightly squeezed it as she regained her balance.

"Thank you, she managed.

He gave the breast another squeeze before releasing it.

"You're more than welcome. Let's take your car to your place, you can run me back in the morning," he suggested.

He's presuming a hell-of-a-lot, she thought. Then she laughed aloud. Of course, he's dead right. I want him to fuck my brains out. I think he can too, and she opened the car doors.

As Gail halted the car to check traffic before leaving the parking lot, Warren leaned towards her and whispered in her ear. They were alone and he could have spoken aloud in normal tones, but this whisper provided a climate of the greatest intimacy. "As long as we're stopped, hoist that skirt back around your hips, I want to finger fuck you a little as we go. “

Gail drew in her breath, and growing immensely excited, quickly raised her hips and tugged the skirt up. He surprised her again saying, "You first, honey. Warm that pussy up for me."

Gail was stunned. People didn’t talk like that! She managed to hold back the sarcastic retort that was forming and slowly lowered a hand to her center, placing a finger at her entrance. Well, she thought, I started this in the ladies room, so what if I finish with an audience? Her finger slipped easily between her moistened labia.

Gathering her nerve, she asked, "Would you like a taste?" And withdrew the finger and held it in front of his face.

"All right," he replied, and moved toward her with open mouth. After sucking her finger clean he removed it and directed it back into her pussy. "Concentrate on you're driving now," he said, that same finger teasing her ear lobe. "But keep that finger going."

Then Warren pressed his lips to her neck and began licking, kissing and sucking. Gail started to moan and kept moaning for the rest of the twenty-minute ride. She counted the orgasms as each arrived. Counting the ones back at the bar, she'd had five, each more powerful than the one preceding it.

Warren covered her neck with hickeys, and Gail was thrusting three fingers into her sopping cunt when Warren slipped first one, and then a second finger up her rectum. She had to stop the car to ride out that particular orgasm on the shoulder of the road.

Finally, the shaken and weak-kneed Gail parked the car in front of her apartment. "T... T… This is… is…" she shuddered again for her climaxes had been relentless.

"Okay, baby. Is anyone else up there?" A boyfriend? A husband?"

"N-n-no," she stammered. "Kar-Karen will be-be in… later." She huffed, trying to catch her breath. "Is that okay?"

"Karen?" he mused over the name. "She a kinda short blonde with nice pert tits, a great ass. Gives wonderful head?"

"I… don't know about the blowjob part, but the rest sounds right."

"Well, alright! A little of this, a little of that and lot's of calamari.”

Confused, Gail looked at him and said, "Calamari?"

"A royal blowjob baby. Calamari’s the same as head." He casually caressed her ass as he told her this. Enjoying the feel of his hand, she pressed against him.

"Let's get it on, sweet-thighs," he laughed and smacked her ass good-naturedly.

Gail wanted to pour her body into his.

Once they were up in the apartment, Gail, a good hostess, made Warren a scotch on the rocks and handed it to him.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes roaming over her body. Gail began to shiver with expectation at the greater things to come.

He chuckled, eyes bright and warm, and stretched his arms out to her. Gail rushed to them. Warren lowered his head and they kissed slowly as his tongue slid between her warm, soft, moist lips and explored her mouth. She was equal to the kiss. Tongues explored teeth and gums. Teeth clashed against teeth as the passion began to seethe. She wound her arms tighter around his shoulders and dug her nails into his back, almost tearing through his shirt. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his smell, a mix of musk, sweat and sex.

She ground her sex against him, already verging on another orgasm. Stoking her round firm ass, Warren ended the kiss, and kissed each eye in turn.

"You're beautiful Gail, just fuckin' beautiful," and he cupped her breasts, fondling them gently. Her nipples shot out stiff and hard in his palms.

"Come on... let's go into the bedroom," she said huskily.

"No, not yet, baby," he said gently. "First I want you to suck my dick.

Gail sighed and said, "Sure, honey. Right here okay?"

"Oh, yeah, right here's fine."

She knelt down in front of him and lowered his zipper. "I might as well ditch the pants," he said, and dropped them.

Gail hooked her fingers into his black bikini underwear and lowered them to his calves and he shook them off, and then removed his socks and shoes.

Gail's eyes widened as she stared at his emerging cock, for it was long and thick and still limp. He stroked it a few times before relinquishing it to her care.

She took his member in her fist, carefully peeling back the foreskin, and after a practice turn at angling her neck to deep throat it, parted her lips and absorbed his member in her mouth and began to suck it. Now it was Warren's turn to moan as he told himself for the hundredth time, nothing beats a good blowjob, except another good one.

He groaned, "Ahhhhhh, that's the way, baby… calamari!" as her tongue laved its way along the surface of his cockhead. Gail appreciated his praise and strove harder to please him, sucking harder, licking faster, as her head bobbed up and down between his legs.

Warren thought her mouth incredible; warm and inviting, sucking him avidly, swirling, licking, sucking-sucking-sucking.

Gail's hand cupped his testicles, tickling first and then drawing her long nails in a light scratching circular pattern. Feeling euphoric with the power to please, Gail naively permitted herself to dream of their future together. Humming contentedly, she changed tactics and drew him deep down into her throat, his pubic hair brushed against her lips. She pulled his cock close and began rubbing it over her face, teasing the two of them. Her eyes were shut, her face flushed with lust.

Warren moaned softly and Gail made mewing sounds as she licked the underside of his turgid shaft. Then she resumed sucking his bulbous head again, wondering when this magnificent stud would gift her with his sperm. She decided to swallow his sperm although she had never done so before. She gripped his cheeks firmly and pulled him even closer and deeper into her hungry mouth.

On Warren's behalf let us say that he continued to fuck her face eagerly, his hot, throbbing cock glistening in the lamplight as it slid in and out of her mouth. He leaned over to squeeze her nipples and found them firm and elongated.

Then, lost in her lust, Gail was holding him with one hand as her other sought to spread her wet cunt. Still kneeling, she widened her legs and in what Warren would later consider one of the most obscene gestures he'd ever seen from a woman, ripped her skirt away to reach her objective, and then rammed three fingers into her cunt.

He croaked hoarsely, "You have such a beautiful cunt."

She grunted, whether it was in appreciation of his comment or a glorious sensation he never knew. A moment later she had her thumb circling her clit in large circles at first then smaller ones as she felt a familiar tingling return between her legs and lost herself in the sudden flood of sensations.

Her fingers were working faster; her breath hot against his chest when he uttered the magic words.

"Go for it, baby; get the whole hand in there!"

It had never occurred to Gail to try it before. She hesitated and tried to deflect his request with one of her own. "Warren... please… would‘ya lick my pussy?”

"Go for it first, Gail! Get the whole fist in there!" he rasped, wiping sweat from his brow and flicking it on the carpet.

She sat back and looked up at him, and with a lewd smirk, said: “Think I can’t?” and jerked her legs wider apart, raised her knees and jammed a fourth finger into her swollen pussy.

“Ugh!” she grunted. “The dresser… bottom drawer… KY Jelly!”

Her world was moving in what seemed like slow-motion, so to Gail, it appeared that Warren retrieved the jelly with incredible speed. He was slathering jell on her hand and pussy and even her asshole which she found odd. But Warren always thought ahead.

Gail sent the fingers back in, and then struggled to add the thumb, and did so after a slight struggle, and felt incredibly full. It wasn't long before she'd twisted her hand in up to the wrist. She looked incredulously at Warren, as if to ask, What now?

Warren laughed obscenely. “Does it feel nasty?”

“Mmmm, kinda, yeah, but more like I’m filled up with it, you know?”

He knelt down and kissed her hard. Her tongue flashed into his mouth with a crazed frenzy. She bit his lower lip and then sucked it into her mouth as if trying to swallow it.

Breaking off the kisses, he whispered as if telling her a secret; “Start pushing and pulling then twist your wrist some, see what happens.”

Then as she began complying, he added: "Let's get something up your ass while we're at it," and wet his fingers in her juices. "Keep twisting your wrist. Try opening and closing your fingers in there. That should bring on a flood baby."

Gail had no sooner pushed and twisted a second time then she came so hard her ears were ringing, as he sent two fingers into her ass. “Gotta fuck you back there,” he said more to himself than to Gail.

As she calmed down, he laid down a barrage of kisses on Gail's face and neck, leaving a smeared trail of reddish saliva in their wake. Gail tried to raise herself up but failed, her fist was still lodged inside her vagina and that position played hell with her balance, so Warren assisted her to her knees again and she used her free hand to steady herself as she presented her ass to him.

Warren approached her ass as though it were a shrine. He started to trace his fingernails around her puckered pinkish rim. As he continued this, he began kissing her cheeks.

Gail began to writhe, "Oh, Jesus! That feels great! Please don't… don't stop! I—I-I'm cumming again! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! G—G-Gawd this is fantastic!

As Warren's finger penetrated her asshole, Gail screamed with pleasure. "Ughhhh! I- I- feel like…"

"What do you feel like, sweetness?"

"Christ! I'm gonna explode!"

"Do you want me to fuck your ass baby?" He inquired, as his finger made small circular movements within her rectum.

Gail shuddered before replying, "Oh, yeah! But you're so big, lover, lover, lover. Can ya… make sure," she said, panting heavily, fighting for air, "you don't hurt… me, huh?"

"Don't worry baby," he said, guiding a second finger in. "I'll try hard not to cause you any pain. But it's gonna hurt a little now. Is it still okay?"

"Ohhhhh, yeah, sure. But I … gotta tell you …." She pulled her fist out of her cunt making a sound like, "Wfffffffff!"

"Owchie that hurt, but, in a good way; and yes… I've dreamed about being fucked back there."

His fingers moved inside her, trying to open her up for his cock.

"Yes, fuck my ass!" she said, spasming again. "Huuuuugh! Shit! Oh, shit! I'm cumming! Warren! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! I-I-never fisted before, it-it's fan-fuckin-tastic! I didn’t know! I had no idea! Ughhhh, when are you gonna fill my… shitter?"

The stereo was blaring out Billy Joel's, "Uptown," and the sound prevented them from hearing the door to the apartment open.