Bar No. 5 | Breaking The Pledge

I was about to finish my shift at Bar No. 5 when I received an IM:

“Hey Candy, Fredo wants a threesome with you and me. He pays 700 each for half an hour. Are you in?”

It was Susanne, one of the street whores who frequent Bar No. 5 regularly. Fredo was one of the guests sitting at the bar chatting with me. See the main picture for reference.

I know what you think. Doesn’t she know I am the bartender only? How comes she asks me such an explicit question?

Well, things had changed a little that day. I was stretching it a bit.

Let’s go back to the start.

At Bar No. 5 we have a fun little gatcha machine. The new version of the machine (starting that day) distributes blowjob vouchers. You play the machine and get one of 5 different vouchers in return. We call it the slut machine.

One take is 300 L$, which gets distributed evenly amongst the participating girls.

Here the notecard that comes with the voucher:

Naughty you!

Thank you for playing the No.5 Slut Machine.

You just got one out of 5 different vouchers entitling you to one of our famous blow-jobs at Bar No 5. The vouchers are numbered by the team whose members will serve you a fantastic blow-job right at the Bar.

You can redeem your voucher with any girl in the respective team.

Team One: Fiver, Dora, Christina
Team Two : Blixa, Titput, Sussy
Team Three: Melanie, Bojana, Aeveani
Team Four: Milli, Candy, Zoe

There are very rarely vouchers numbered 5. This is the Golden Ticket that lets you claim a BJ from any of the 12 girls from any of the teams. Your choice. Your fun.

To redeem the voucher pass it to the girl of your choice and enjoy the treatment.

( If you fancy more than a blow-job, ask the girl for their respective rate).

300 L to play! May the fortune be with you.

From all us,
Good Luck!

I wrote that notecard actually for Fiver, the owner of the bar. Took me about 5 minutes and made me 1000 L$.

Nice.

Did you notice?

I am part of team number 4. I found the idea so much fun, I had to be part of it.

Yes, I know. I am not supposed to do any kind of sex work. But hey, this is not really whoring. It is just a sexy game, a bit like spinning the bottle.

The machine might make me a little bit more money than recycling bottles, but I guess not enough to call it whoring.

Bar No.5 got busy that day, very busy.

In the early hours Ren, a regular showed up and bought 4 vouchers from the machine. Two of them were team 4 vouchers. My team.

Oh my god, I thought, and I thought this will take some time until it is my turn. But he did not redeem the number 4 vouchers. He redeemed a number 1 voucher.

It was Fivers turn.

Fiver must be really good at it. After about 10 minutes of working his cock she undressed and had him fuck her right at the bar in front of me.

Imagine you are at work and your boss gets fucked right in front of you. I found that funny and tilliating.

“Is that included in the vouchers?” I asked discreetly in IM.
“No. But if you play it right it almost always results in full hire”, she explained.

All right. Apparently, it is more than a spin the bottle game. It’s a marketing bait for whores.

Fiver left after this. The place kept being very busy.

At one stage things went a bit out of hand. Two guys, Werner and Deci, were sitting at the bar throwing around with money, animating the girls present to dance and strip on the bar.

I was only standing behind the bar washing glasses. They tipped me as well.

It escalated.

Swiftly four naked girls were dancing on the bar. Another one gave Werner a blowjob whilst Deci was fucking one of the girls on his bar stool.

Werner gave me yet another 100 L$ together with a message: “Come on Candy, party with us.”

What the heck. I didn’t want to be the grinch who spoils the party. It’s just dancing a little at a party.

It felt strange at first when I took off my clothes and climbed upon the bar. Ever since I work there I was always the good girl behind the counter. So this was different.

Of course, this had to happen. It’s Murphy’s law. Fiver suddenly showed up at the place again. That was a bit embarrassing. She never saw me in that mode before.

A bit later.

The place became quiet. Werner and Deci were long gone. A few whores still hung out there and a guest:

Fredo.

And Susanne.

“So what’s up, Candy. You are in?” She insisted.

This is what I wanted to say:

“Thanks, Susanne, but I am not a whore, the dancing nude today was an exception, because of that party atmospheare. Ask Annie, I am sure she does threesomes.”

This is what I actually said:

“Ok, let’s do it. He has got a place catering for threesomes?”
A few seconds later I found myself in his skybox.

He didn’t beat around the bush. It was clear what he wanted. He took us straight to his bed and used us to get off. It didn’t take him that long. He must have been very horny already.

It wasn’t even very exciting. The guy was ugly, used an unrealistically oversized penis and didn’t bother to roleplay at all. He just wanted a straight forward pixel-sex.

That is what he got.

Now it is official:

I am a whore.

Candy