Family Ties/Hit the bar for a few drinks.
You pull into the parking lot of the bar and manage to find a spot pretty close the front door. It doesn’t take you long after walking up to the bar that this is actually a strip club, not that you care, you can get a few shots of whiskey anywhere. By your third shot your feeling pretty good just a guy takes a seat next to you, seeming to ignore you as he orders a shot of tequila.
Once he’s been served by the cute bartender, he finally looks your way. “I take it you’re not here for the ladies…” He comments, which a very slight smile. “What’s your name?”
“Summer…” You reply, downing your forth shot. “…Yours?”
He taps the bar earning a refill before replying. “Lance…” He’s a decent looking guy with a slim build and light blonde hair. Fair skinned with a slim build giving him a boyish cuteness you’d have likely found attractive on any other night.
Gentleman and ladies… Please welcome to the stage… Star!!! The crowd cheers loudly and you turn to get a look at the stripper. She’s a firm 8, maybe a 9 naked with red hair and a good sized rack. She even seems a bit familiar though in your current state of mind you certainly can’t place her.
“She’s cute….” Lance comments off handedly before downing his next shot, effectively returning your attention to him.
“Yea she’s got a cute ass. I bet she screams for daddy when someone spanks it.” You comment plainly, managing to surprise Lance with your forwardness and a chuckle from the sexy bartender. For her part she seems to be paying quite a bit of attention to you with her eyes. You have noticed them stuck in your cleavage more than a couple times, not that you haven’t been checking her out as well. The petite brunette is about 5’3, maybe 4 inches shorter then you, her long dark hair braided and ending just above her impossibly tight ass. She wearing a sleeveless flannel tied under her plump C cup tits, her nipples poking hard enough through the material to let you know there’s no bra holding those puppies back.
Lance downs about three more shots in the time it takes you to down your fifth, when out of the blue he hops up from his bar stool and pats it. “Save my spot…” He requests, obviously enjoying your company.
The alcohol and your pregnant hormones have created a fire storm between your thighs and your nipples are hard enough to cut glass. You even find yourself watching Lance’s ass move in his jeans as he walks away, wondering just what he’s packing on the other side. When he slips into the bathroom you begin wondering if he might want to be your little boy tonight. You turn around to find the bartender, whose name you’ve learned is Lisa, staring at your chest again. You blow her a kiss and tap the shot glass on the table to ask for another round.
She grabs the bottle walks over to you, stopping just short of pouring. “You sure honey…, this is like your sixth…” You nod your head…, seems like every one is worried about you tonight. Lisa fills the glass to the brim. “Ladies who drink like this fall into two categories. Either they’re looking for something, or they’re trying to forget something. Which one are you sweetie?”
You can’t help but give a little chuckle. “Little of both, I think…” You tell her, downing the double shot, locking your eyes with hers the whole time, making sure she can see them slowly crawl their way towards her tits. Lisa gives her plump titties a shake before leaning onto the bar top right in front of you, making your sure you get the perfect view.
“I wish I had met you back when I was on the pole instead of bar-tending, would have made a mint the way you’ve been staring…” Lisa observes, making no bones about sticking her chest out for your enjoyment.
You make sure to let her know your fulling enjoying the display, reaching out a finger tip to tug at an unused button with your nail. “You don’t strip any more….” You ask, almost with a pout.
“Nah… Been about a year. I’m here every Thursday night for the lingerie show..., got a sheer red babydoll that drives the boys crazy. Average about 500$ tips and they never get as close as you are to the girls.” She teases, giving her titties another inviting shake
With a nod and a final glance at her goods you make eye contact again. “Shame…, I bet you give a hell of a lap dance.”
“Your friend should be back any minute…” She comments, her voice like liquid sex. You glance behind you to see Lance emerging from the restroom before you feel her knuckle on your chin, turning you to face again. “If your looking for something I’m sure he can help you find it. But if your looking to forget…” Lisa tease your lower lip with her thumb. “I’ll take you home with me and make you forget everything.”
Ask Lance to take you home for the night.
| Family Ties Character Bio |
Lust/Attraction Level | Sexual experience | Sexual Partners | Notes | |
| Name | Stacy | Tyler 10 Trisha 10 Timmy 5 Steven -1 |
Had many partners Participated in incest Been with under aged boys Trisha and you were lovers though college. Trisha has fucked her son Luke and you have also fooled around with him. You and Tyler had been lovers for three months. |
Steven Your Daddy (Heather and Jacob's father) Mikey (Timmy and Jessie's daddy) Tyler (Father of the baby in your belly) Trisha |
Ready to divorce Steven. Trisha is the only other person who knows the true nature of yours and Tyler's relationship. Tyler has ended the engagement. You're gave into the blackmailer to keep your secret. |
| Age | 31 | ||||
| Gender | Female | ||||
| Experience | Slut | ||||
| Attributes | |||||
| Tits | 38 E | ||||
| Pussy | Shaved | ||||
| Fertile | Pregnant | ||||
| Horniness | 7 Tipsy and Horny | ||||