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and danced on the bar. The men couldn’t take their eyes off of her. Her youth was like a magnet that drew them, regardless of marital status or whether they had a girlfriend at home.
     
    “She’s smoking,” Jimmy said, whistling. “You gonna go for that tonight?”
     
    I looked at him. Normally, we wouldn’t be competing like this. But I’d felt like something was wrong, like some kind of trouble was brewing ever since that standoff with the Aztecs. I nodded. “Sure am,” I said, digging my hands deep in my pockets and walking over. Sarah’s face flashed through my mind. Damn her , I thought.
     
    The blonde hopped down from the bar and took a bow. When she walked over to me, I saw that her color was high and her face was flushed. “Hi,” she said in a twang. “Wanna dance?”
     
    I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close. “I don’t dance,” I grunted in her ear. “You feel like comin’ outside with me?”
     
    She giggled for a moment and it occurred to me how young she really was. But as she pressed her tits up against me, I found myself not caring. “Sure,” she whispered. “Just let me go tell the boss.”
     
    I nodded. When she came back, I realized I didn’t even know what her name was. She looped her arm through mine and I guided her outside. Later, I realized it was almost like a parody of how I’d acted with Sarah in Tinder’s. The blonde turned her face to me and looked into my eyes.
     
    “Are you okay?” I asked her, leaning in to nuzzle her neck. “You look a little tense, baby.”
     
    She giggled nervously and wrapped her thin arms around my neck. “I’m fine,” she whispered. “I’m with you!”
     
    I slid my hands down her back and scooped her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She squealed and kissed me enthusiastically. Her mouth tasted like bubble gum and vodka and I had an almost instant hard-on as she ground her thinly-clad pussy against me. The blonde purred into my mouth and tangled her hands in my hair, pulling herself further up on my frame. She was acting like a little cat in heat, and while it was sexy, it was also a little thirsty in a way that suggested she was faking. I couldn’t tell if it was desire or eagerness to please that was driving her, and as I held her in place, she wriggled down my body, kissing and nipping at my neck with her sticky little mouth.
     
    “Slow down, darlin’,” I whispered in a strained voice. “We got more time than this.”
     
    The blonde was already scrambling to her feet and kneeling down in front of me. As she unzipped my jeans, she gave me a big grin. “I just wanna make you feel good,” she said sweetly, reaching in tentatively for my cock. I was hard, but the way she touched me made me feel like she’d never been around a real dick before.
     
    “You can stroke me harder,” I told in her a strained voice. She peered up at me and bit her lip, gently moving her hand along my shaft. It was tickling torture and I groaned in agony. “Please,” I grunted. “Please touch me harder.”
     
    “I love hearing you beg,” she said, leaning in and licking her lips. I buried my hand in her tangle of blonde hair as she took the first couple inches of my cock into her mouth. Almost immediately, she began to choke and gag and I pulled away, afraid of her teeth. When we made eye contact, she was red and blushing. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
     
    “It’s fine,” I said, picking her up to her feet and cradling her in my arms. I dipped my head to kiss her and she swooned in my arms. Suddenly, my mind was a thousand miles away, with that goddamned redheaded bartender. I bet she wouldn’t have choked on my cock. I bet she could have taken the whole thing in her mouth at once and deep-throated me until I came. I could feel my erection softening. I pushed the blonde away gently. When she tried to move back in closer, I took her by the shoulder and looked at her. “Listen, this