Erotic Fiction

FREE Sex Cards — A Night at the Pub

Would you accept a card promising free sex with someone who would do anything?

This is a follow-up to the story FREE Sex Cards (free-sex-cards) but stands alone.

It started just like any other quiz night at the pub. A few drinks, a bit of a laugh, and our team coming near the bottom. Great on arts and literature, rubbish on sport and history. We were never going to win, but that didn’t matter to us. It was a fun social night out, and that did matter.

The place was busier than usual, but I’d not given that any thought until the moderator (Joe the barman) said it was closing earlier than normal so that the special entertainment could begin shortly.

Although it wasn’t usually on a Tuesday night, they did have specials at times — which generally consisted of a stripper or two maybe doing something for a stag party.

The warning was always given so that those that didn’t like such things had time to drink up and head out into the night — probably grumbling as they did so.

Our team wasn’t bothered about such things. The two guys would probably enjoy it, and Heather and I might as well. But, if not, it was no big deal anyway. We could ignore what was happening for the ten or fifteen minutes it was going on, and then just carry on with our evening’s social time.

“Can I have a word?” Joe had popped up at my shoulder. “In private is probably best.”

I excused myself from the others, giving them a shrug as I left. I had no idea what Joe wanted with me, but I was broke and had been looking for some work, so maybe he had a few shifts to offer me.

“I’ve got this,” he said, as we stood near the end of the bar in one of the few uncrowded spots.

He held up the item, but I didn’t need to inspect it as he gave it to me. A few days ago, I’d screwed up a deal involving someone that you didn’t mess with. She’d offered me the choice of having several important bones broken and all my assets taken — or this business card being handed out locally.

FREE SEX — 1 hour trial!

I’ll do anything for you!

Quick response!

Call “D” on the number over!

My throat was suddenly feeling constricted, and my mouth bone dry. Oh. Bloody. Shit.

I didn’t want to follow through on what the card promised, but I had no choice but to do so, or skip town. Pack my car and go… where? I didn’t know anywhere else and had no assets to get me started. This was cruel, but doable.

“Joe, honey, I’m not sure what you want from me, but this isn’t a great time. If it’s a quick blowjob or something, then we could do that now, but, if you are wanting more time than that, then this will need to wait until we can arrange a hook-up. Okay?”

This was clearly not okay.

“Sorry, honey, but I don’t think you have much choice. I know where these cards come from. It didn’t take long for rumours to take hold, and the truth to come out, in certain circles anyway. While I’d normally be reluctant to take advantage of a girl, well, you agreed to this. And I’m calling it in right now.”

“Fine,” I tried to say with a smile, wanting to keep him happy until my time with him was over. “Let me tell the others that something’s come up. I’ll grab my jacket and be with you in five.”

His shaking head, and the hint of a grin, was my first sign that something more than the sex I was expecting was going to be taking place.

“Let me explain, honey,” he put a hand on my shoulder and moved in closer so that someone could get by us as we talked. “You do what I want for the next hour, anything as it says on the card, or I call her and let her know that you bailed on the deal. Agreed?”

“Agreed.” Suddenly I needed the toilet, my body seemed no happier about this situation than my mind.

He gave me a quick rundown on the first part of what was required and told me to play the rest by ear. I’d done some of this before — in private — but I wasn’t prepared to do so now. My head was spinning, and my legs were not sure whether to collapse on me or gallop out the door.

Sex was what I thought I was originally agreeing to when I took on the burden of these cards, but the anything that was there gave one hell of a lot of leeway. Leeway that Joe seemed to want to take to the limit. His limit, that was. This was going way, way, past my personal limits!

He told me to wait there and went back onto the small raised area they called a stage from where he’d been compèring the evening. Lifting the microphone from the stool he’d balanced it on earlier, he addressed the audience.

“Okay, good people — and you not so good people! Hopefully, everyone has had a chance to leave that intends to. Let me know if not…”

I’d been vaguely conscious that a few had picked up their belongings and left, but it seemed to me to still be busier than usual. I noticed that Heather and the guys we normally teamed up with for the quiz were still in their seats. Bugger! I didn’t want them to see this.

“Great stuff. Right then, to the prize for the quiz tonight. I’ve had an unusual offer from this young lady,” he pointed at me, “and the three-man winning team has agreed to take her up on it. So, up you come, miss, and just you as well Stevie, for the moment.”

Crap, crap, and a million times crap! This was worse than I’d thought. Than I could ever have thought. I’d agreed to anything sexual he’d wanted, that was a given, but I’d originally made the reasonable assumption that it involved him, and in private.

It seemed damn unreasonable to involve the winning team in the quiz and be about to take place in front of the entire pub crowd!

Including the friends I’d arrived with! Shit! What the hell would Heather and the guys be thinking? More to the point, what would they be thinking when this was done?

I realised then that I‘d been well and truly stitched up here. This was planned in advance. Premeditated. That was why the place was busier than usual, with, I now realised, a higher percentage of blokes than usual.

The word had gone out that not only was there going to be some sort of sexy stuff going on at the front of the pub for all to witness, but that it involved one of the regulars. Me.

You know that hot girl that flirts a bit, but, apart from showing off a bit of skin, doesn’t go further? Fun for a game of pool or darts, but that’s all you’ll get? That’s the one, well, tonight she is going to…

Stevie, an older guy, who was maybe in his early 50s (but I found it hard to tell with men once they reached a certain age), brought a chair up to the stage with him. Sitting down, he looked over at me expectantly. As did many people.

Joe turned down the lights in the rest of the pub, leaving Stevie sitting alone for a moment under the spots. Once he started the music, that was my cue to walk onto the stage.

I knew what I was supposed to be doing, but the music gave me a little bit of mental hesitation as it wasn’t what I’d expected.

That would have been a piece called, appropriately, ‘The Stripper.’ Or, if not that, then something close. Something sexy, suggestive. This was new to me, and had a sort of reggae beat to it, with the singers clearly being from the Caribbean.

Even when it later got to the chorus, I didn’t know it — or why it had been picked — but that didn’t really matter. I needed to get to the matter at hand.

Striptease.

We all know what the gist of them is meant to be. Not just a removal of clothing, but doing so in a suggestive manner while concealing the important bits for a period to get the viewer’s blood racing.

I’d done one, sort of, when rather tipsy one evening with a boyfriend. We’d both been in the mood and, rather than just ripping off our clothing, I’d taken it off slowly.

This though, this was rather different. It wasn’t like I was stopping to count, but there were about fifty people, with a high proportion of men, watching me this time. As a sign of the times we live in, most of them had phones in their hands and were obviously recording me as I moved forward.

I consciously chose not to look at the table where I’d been sitting to see if Heather and the lads were doing the same. I feared it was so, but didn’t want to find out for sure. This was going to be hellish anyway, but knowing that they were also recording would be awful.

This was my local pub. I was in here a couple of times a week and knew many of the people, if only in passing. As well as a few actual friends, many of the rest were friendly acquaintances. And I was now starting to dance for them, with all of us having the same expectation for where this was going.

What I’d have chosen to wear while performing a strip in public, I wasn’t sure. Something easy to get off — with sexy underwear! Sweatshirt, jeans, and an old but comfy bra & panty set were what I had on.

As I danced a little, swinging my arms and swaying my hips, trying to decide how long I could put off removing anything, I thought about that.

My clearly not being prepared would make it seem as if this was a last-minute decision by me. Stupid slutty girl feels like stripping off in public — while being filmed — and just goes for it?

As the song was new to me, I had no idea how long it lasted. I couldn’t, therefore, put it off any longer. Sweatshirt off over the head. This left me with only a bra on my top half.

For a moment, that bothered me, but then I realised it shouldn’t. While many of the strippers that came to the pub only went as far as panties, I was about to go all the way. It didn’t matter that they were all looking at me dancing in my bra, what was worse was that they were about to see me without it!

Trying to dance sexily while opening my jeans, and lowering them at the back to show a tantalising glimpse of my butt, was not too bad. However, trying to do the same while peeling them down my legs, removing my trainers, and getting the damn things off my legs, was not easy.

It wasn’t like the audience was judging me harshly though. I was very attractive, half-naked, and doing my best to dance sexily for them. Hopefully, they were conscious that I was an amateur and, knowing me to some extent already, that made it all the more interesting for them.

Some of the words of the song being played came through to me as I danced there in my underwear, seductively lifting my hair. Maybe the reason that this was the song chosen.

“… you see me in my pants and ting…”

I wasn’t sure of the rest of the lyrics, but I was letting them see me in just my panties and bra now. Could that be a ‘ting’ in this context? I had no idea, but the bra wasn’t destined to be on for much longer anyway.

That, at least, was simple to remove in a sexy manner. Undoing it at the back, turning to show off my torso as I lowered the straps, before turning again and trying to tantalize Stevie as he sat on the chair, mouth wide open, as he watched me.

The usual prize on quiz night was for a member of your team to get one minute behind the bar to grab as many drinks as they could for the group to split up and drink until closing time.

Getting a striptease was new and, the way Joe had phrased it, it had been my idea. I waggled my tits as I bent over Stevie, giving them a nice bounce, as I acted like one of the paid strippers that came by occasionally.

As I turned my back on him, lowering my panties to reveal my butt, I was again conscious of being watched — and filmed — by everyone else. I’d been trying to blank them, but that wasn’t possible.

Fuck it. As I let them drop to my knees, I turned and gave them all a full view, moving my hands out in a ‘ta dah’ sort of a way. Given that I was doing this, I might as well try and own it, own the moment.

Recently shaved — thankfully — my pussy was now on show to them all, and I had no doubt it would soon be on show to the world. Even assuming that no one was already streaming this, it was bound to be loaded onto the web in the near future.

I no longer had anything to hide regarding my body. Nice face and hair, bouncy boobs, neat and tidy pussy. These people might never know the inner me, but the outer version was being filmed for posterity.

And wanking, of course.

Let’s be honest. The footage so far, and especially that about to happen, was going to be watched by guys doing the one-hand dance for years to come. I’d be in a retirement home one day, and there would still be men out there watching this material and dreaming of me. Amusing, in a way!

The reggae music ended, leaving me standing on the stage with the sounds of the room coming in clearer now. The wolf whistles, the rude comments, the chatter of an excited group of people watching something unusual. Including my friends.

How long was that piece? Three or four minutes, probably, which meant I still had the best part of the hour to go. Bugger!

I dropped to my knees in front of Stevie and started undoing his jeans.

This shut people up a little, and the noise levels dropped. Normally, although this sort of thing was widely assumed to happen to the groom at a stag party, he and the stripper would disappear out back, and what happened in private was up to them.

The idea that the girl that they all knew was about to give a blowjob — and as I’d now taken his stiff cock from his boxers it certainly seemed that way — was as much of a surprise to this audience as had been the initial strip.

Ideally, I’d have loved to play around a bit more, maybe give him a full lap dance or something, before continuing. Anything to eat up more time. However, Joe had told me clearly what he wanted. I was still committed to try and carry out those instructions.

Stevie was not showing much in the way of surprise as I licked my way up and down his shaft, using my long tongue to its full extent. I started to wonder if the quiz had been rigged — maybe they knew the answers — to give this team the winning prize.

He touched me for the first time, running his hand down my cheek and onto the hair at my neck, but I soon realised that this wasn’t an act of tenderness. He was moving it out of the way so that those filming would get an unobstructed view of my face.

My arm on the side facing them was moved behind my back, for the same reason I thought, meaning my boobs would also be caught as they swung under me as my head started bobbing over his cock, taking it a little deeper in each time.

Whatever my previous reputation had been here, it was now shattered. I’d no longer be talked about as a pleasant companion to while away some time — or whatever they said — now I was primarily going to be spoken of as a cock sucking slut.

And it was going to get worse.

Using one hand on his shaft to help keep his dick in place, and to excite him as it moved, much of the action was now in my mouth. My lips sealed over his bulbous head, and my tongue swirled away as his tip bounced at the back of my throat.

At least it did for a few moments — before entering it fully. I was trying to maintain eye contact with Stevie, a man whose last name I didn’t know, nor anything much about his life, as I deepthroated him.

My face was as close to his body as I could get it, cheeks rubbing against his abundant pubic hair as I gagged him down. I was trying to pretend I was enjoying this — and didn’t most girls do that — as the slobber was drooling out of the sides of my mouth and onto my chin before falling to my boobs.

Thankfully, he didn’t last long.

As he sent his spunk into my throat, it was at a point where I was trying to get a gasp of air. This combination led to me coughing a lot of it back up — with some coming out of my nose. That sort of thing might be amusing when it was due to laughing while drinking a Coke, but not so much when performing a blowjob.

“Isn’t she a good sport folks?” Joe was back on the microphone. “Let’s give her a round of applause before she continues with the prize giving. Doddy and Greg, as the rest of the winning team, up you come. Oh, and if anyone wants to leave before this gets… wild, then this would be the time!”

I turned to look as Stevie sorted out his trousers and moved his chair from the stage. I couldn’t see anyone leaving the premises, but the two guys were coming up, carrying one of the low tables between them.

“Gather round folks, come in closer. She said that this is unlikely to happen again — note the word unlikely there — so you should all come closer and make sure you get a good view.”

He didn’t add ‘and good pictures as you film’ but he might as well have done so. As the two men put down the table, I watched as many people left their seats and came much closer, crowding in to form a semi-circle around the small, well-lit, stage area. Cameras in hand.

I stood there, naked and on display, as they gathered, thinking that I was going to find a new pub to hang out in on a Tuesday night. After this ended I wasn’t coming back here again.

Maybe I’d need to find new friends as well as I wasn’t sure about my friendship with Heather. I’d never be able to explain why I’d agreed to this. Had apparently instigated this. Life was never going to be the same.

Once the table was in place, I took mine. Kneeling on all fours on its top. Greg and Doddy knew what they wanted and were not shy about taking it. Like Stevie, they were older guys and had probably not gotten near a hot girl in her twenties for some time.

I didn’t look up to see which one of them was waving his cock near my mouth and which had slapped my arse before prising my butt cheeks apart. At this stage in the proceedings, it didn’t really matter much.

Spit-roasting was new to me but, from the way they coordinated things, it didn’t seem that it was to them. They took it in turns to push and shove me into the other as they called me names and laughed with other friends that were standing nearby.

Much as I wanted to say that I was not a ‘stupid slut’ it was hard to do — not least because I was holding a cock in my mouth that was tickling my tonsils and causing my stomach to heave. I was in serious danger of throwing up.

The other reason, of course, was the cock thrusting inside my pussy from behind while I let myself be filmed by dozens of people. If you looked up ‘stupid slut’ online there would be a picture of me there smiling back at you.

The men had a great rhythm going as they took it in turns to thrust into me and push me onto the other, but they made sure there was time to play with my tits, and to smack my bum as well — as those watching were requesting them to do.

When the motions slowed I thought that it was over, but that was not the case. As they spoke out, it became clear that, as they had been approaching orgasms, they wanted to take it easy for a second. They swapped places to take a moment out while doing so.

Once upon a time, the idea of having a cock go from pussy to mouth would have horrified me, but I’d long gotten over that. In this case, I couldn’t taste it anyway. The combination of bile, saliva, and cum already on my tongue left me unable to taste anything new.

Whoever was in my mouth finished first, but not by much. For the second time in a matter of minutes a man old enough to be my father publicly climaxed in my mouth causing spunk to overflow and drool down.

As he pulled out, the other guy went in harder, and I could hear from the tone in his voice that he was damn close to finishing himself. As he did so, as I felt the wetness in my pussy, the one at my head used my long hair to wipe himself clean — to cheers from some of the spectators.

“Well. Now that was one hell of a show! Maybe advertising for some new endeavour? Who knows, but let’s watch this space and see what develops… For now though, she said that she’d like to finish the evening by showing off her solo side again.”

What the hell he was trying to intimate by saying those things I wasn’t sure, except that I might be available for hire in the future maybe? Like hell I would! Once the cards were done and dusted then this sort of thing would be as well!

As the two men who had just left their spunk in, or on, my body stepped back, I knew that there couldn’t be long left on the clock. Assuming that Joe was playing fair.

I couldn’t see anything with the time on it from my place on the stage, so couldn’t tell, but he’d told me at the start what he wanted from me if the occasion allowed.

What I wanted to do was curl up in a ball, pull my quilt over my head, and cry. What I did instead was sit up, spin around to face the crowd, and open my legs wide.

He’d told me to start by cleaning up and, using my fingers and tongue, that’s what I did. The area around my mouth could be slurped clean using my long tongue. I then licked and sucked over my tits to remove whatever the gunk on them was.

With my legs wide open I knew I’d be showing my swollen pussy lips to my friends, the watchers and their cameras, and therefore to the world.

I tried to remember that I’d agreed to this as I proceeded to scoop up my juices and whatever had leaked out from inside me and make a show of enjoying eating it all up.

If I’d known when I made the deal that this was going to be the result, then I wasn’t sure that I’d have done so. In fact, I was pretty sure that I’d not have taken the offer, instead suffering the painful consequences.

That would have badly affected my quality of life for a period, but this looked like totally destroying my personal life, for the present and near future at least. I was also sure that there would be further repercussions from the evening that I’d only come to learn about later.

For the moment, I needed to try and run down the clock.

That wasn’t hard to do, as I responded to what the people watching me wanted. Touching my tits, and my pussy, following the loudest instructions, and basically acting exactly like the stupid slut that I’d been called and was trying to object to.

When Joe told everyone that the show was over, there was a general reluctance to stop filming me and to move away. He helped that by turning off the lights over the stage and then shooing them away from me.

When I stood — somewhat stiffly — I felt exhausted. Emotionally wrecked by the experience, although part of me hoped that the three guys had got what they wanted from it. I didn’t know if they were aware of Joe having the card to use, although I strongly suspected that to be the case.

As I picked up my clothes from where I’d thrown them as I stripped, I reflected that I had agreed to what had just happened. I could have refused, after all, and faced the consequences of that. Now I’d need to face the consequences of what I’d done.

I just wanted to go home, have a shower, get some wine inside me, and get some sleep. Any tears that might come from memories of being humiliated like this would remain private.

As I pulled up my jeans, I put a hand in my pocket… and then checked the rest of them as well.

The card that Joe had given me to start this event was gone.

I was supposed to put them back into circulation anyway, but had hoped that a reasonable percentage would get lost, ripped up, or thrown away. Anything to prevent them from going back into circulation.

Whoever had taken this one from me, while I was otherwise engaged, was going to look after it very carefully. They’d know how valuable this could be.

If I was willing to go through the last hour in the pub to redeem one, then I really would do anything that I was told.

I could only imagine what might come next…

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