Oral Exam

The club I've selected for tonight is on the next block. It's a "beer bar" masquerading as a cafe. Which means that its liquor license will only let them sell beer and wine. Wine not being popular with its crowd leaves beer. There's a long bar, mostly full. There's a stage where a country band is setting up. Not a big name, those never come to Mobile, but a local band. A decent one, but not one that's ever going to play much bigger of a stage. I just pray they have some original material instead of copying someone else's work. There are some tables, too. They serve food, their license as a cafe requires them to, but it's limited to burgers, fries, and nachos. None of which it's crowd object to.

The crowd here is mostly younger, mostly a touch on the rough side, and very rednecky. It's more of a roadhouse atmosphere. I chose it for one reason. I know the bartender who seems to run the place. I asked him to save me a good table for 7:00. when I come in there's a table close to the band and the dance floor with a cardboard sign on it "Reserved for Miss Rodgers and... company." I grin wide as I wave to him. I don't hang out here much, but I do use this place enough for him to know me. Usually, I use it to humiliate a sub, which always makes for very popular entertainment, which makes me a VIP here. I'm sure a few of the people here are his friends and his better customers whom he called to give them a heads-up I would be here tonight. Which is fine with me. I want this place packed.

It's not packed, but it's definitely busy. Some of the guests here noticed Kate the instant she came through the door. The white leash is kind of hard to miss. I saw a bunch of heads following us as we moved to our table. My bartender is over quickly with three drinks for us, all of them sparkling water with fresh lime juice. It's what I always order. I'm not trying to get wasted. I'm trying to stay in control. And I wouldn't want Kate to have the liquid courage!

I point her to a seat, telling her to sit up straight, cross her legs right over left, and fold her hands in her lap with the palms up. I tell her to sit still and quiet, but that she may sip her drink slowly.

I dressed in my country girl look today. I have faded jeans on. They're designer jeans, but everything I own has a label with a boutique-level designer name on it. Sophie too, since I've bought her entire wardrobe for her. On top, I have a tight-fitting lace top with spaghetti straps over my shoulders. It's lavender and all lace, which lets the matching bra under it shows just a tiny bit. It's a silky bra that covers about ¾ of my ample (32-D) breasts. It's strapless as well. Over that, I have an open short-sleeved flannel shirt. And boots with heels, just not heels spiky and high like Kate and Sophie have on.

Sophie is wearing her lavender slave dress. It's a solid-lace stretchy dress, fringed with frilly white lace, that barely runs from her breasts down to maybe an inch below her cheeks. She doesn't have any underwear on either. But she does have matching fingerless lace gloves. And boots with four-inch heels, made of stiff lace instead of leather, trimmed in white, that rise up almost to her knees. And a pretty lavender plush horseshoe clip to hold her hair off her face.

There are four seats at our table. And three of us. Picture us. 18-year-old Sophie, a very pretty girl with long-and-wavy honey-blonde hair in her slave dress. Me, a petite 19-year-old with a curvy figure, large pert breasts, and long blond hair. And Kate, a thin middle-aged woman, still fairly pretty, with long dark blond-brown hair in her slutty outfit and on a leash.

The crowd is pretty mixed, maybe 70-30 men-to-women if you take in the groups of guys at the bar. It's younger, 25-35 being the vastly prominent age group. But there are a number of college-aged guys in here as well. Some with dates, some in groups without dates. Most already have at least one beer in them.

We aren't at the table a couple of minutes before the bartender brings over a second round. He points to a group of five guys, a couple of them better than average in the looks department, and says they bought. I just slip him a $100 and tell him to keep it for the "reservation." We won't buy a drink the rest of the night, and we'll have enough to literally drown ourselves if we want.

There's some canned music playing in the background while the band gets ready, but only one couple is on the small dance floor. We just sit. I grin at the guys who sent us the drinks. One of them comes over and introduces himself to me. I guess he's figured out I'm the alpha-bitch at this table. He asks if we're waiting for anyone. I say "not really," without offering my name. "This is my slave," I nod towards Sophie, "and this is slut." I grin.

He's definitely Sophie's type. He's young, well-built but not stocky and not exactly a linebacker. He has dark short hair and brown eyes. "Slave, say hello to the man."

"Hello, Sir!" Sophie says with a huge smile on her face and a lot of honey in her voice. It's not too often I allow her to play "date" with guys. And she loves doing that. She loves guys. She just forgoes them to please me, which makes her happier than the guys do. "I am Miss Rodgers' slave. You can call me slave if you'd like, Sir." Sophie bats her eyes at him. I think that's when he forgets Kate and I are at the table.

I let them talk a few minutes and it's obvious that he likes Sophie. Even though he doesn't know her name. He's told her that he's a student at Spring Hill University, a decently-reputable four-year school, but also a school with a reputation as being the party school in this area. I hear him say he's 21 and a junior. She tells him she's about to turn 19 and a freshman at Bishop, but she has almost perfect grades, and "my Mistress is going move me to USA when I finish at Bishop."

I interrupt them. I forgot his name so I just smile at him and ask "would mind doing me a teensy little favor?" He's smart enough to know that if he says no, Sophie will kick him straight to the curb. So he says sure. I hand him Kate's leash and ask "would you mind holding onto this skanky thing for a minute? I just never know what slutty things it'll get up to if it gets off its leash!" He takes the leash and doesn't seem to mind holding it one bit. I notice a few of his buddies even snap a picture of him holding the leash, it's white leather draped across the top of the table so it's all visible.

I look at Kate and tell her very firmly, "I do hope you remember tonight's lesson, slut. It's time for your final exam to begin. I hope you studied enough earlier. You don't want a bad grade on a final. Just ask Emily what happens when you bring home bad grades!"

Kate pales as she hears that she's going to be graded. I'm sure she remembers Emily's description of her spanking rather well. In vivid detail now that she contemplates it being her bottom over my knees.

With an evil smirk on my face, I get to my feet. "Slave, behave yourself. Stay. Flirt." Sophie hears that and very eagerly says she will. I walk over to the bar, my eyes going over the men sitting there, and especially the ones that haven't taken their eyes off of us since we came through the door. I call my bartender over, and he slips me a napkin with today's code for the stockroom door written on it. I ask if he knows any of the guys at the bar.

He grins and points out a few that he calls "regulars." I'm sure they're less regular customers and more friends of his, or at the least not just regular customers but regularly large tippers. But I don't care about that. Favors are the true currency that makes the world go around, and I'm sure that "looking out for" his favorites now will earn me ten times as much courtesy in the coming months. Like a reserved table in a club that doesn't take reservations.

I scan down the line, checking out the guys he's pointed out. They're all fairly redneck-looking, but not like Beverly Hillbilly redneck. More like regular working guys who happen to like country. Okay, guys who fish and hunt, too. None is over 35, or at least doesn't look it. None are "rejects" either. Any of them will do nicely for what I have in mind.

I pick one, intentionally not the cutest, but not the worst-looking of them either. Which means he cute. Even worst-looking of them isn't anything below average in the looks department. None would have a chance with me, but I'm very particular.

The guy I pick looks to be close to 30. He's decently tall, around 6' and lightly stocky. Maybe just under 200 pounds. He's wearing worn jeans and a pullover shirt from Bass Pro Shop. He has short, sandy brown hair and green eyes. Below his short sleeves, I can see a bit of muscle to his arms. I doubt he'll strike out if he's looking to meet someone, but he might not get his choice of girls in here. Which is saying something with there being around two guys for every girl. In the ten minutes we've been here, I haven't seen him with a girl. Nor have I seen his eyes come off of the three of us.

I walk over and lean right in against the bar, between him and his friend. "Hi there. Here's the deal, no B.S. See that slut over there on the leash? I taught it how to give a very good and slutty blow job earlier. It's time for her final exam. Interested in not asking any questions, even its name, and being the first part of her final exam?"

His eyes about pop out of his head. Or so it looks. Total astonished disbelief on his face. He stutters for a second, and finally stammers out "you mean... like..."

I giggle, then grin. I save him. "Yeah, I mean providing the cock for her cock sucking test. You get an anonymous and slutty blow job out of it. Afterward, if you appreciate the skill I taught her, you can buy me a drink."

He stutters again before saying "Hell, Yeah..."

"They're a good group." I smile. "Love'em."

Now he laughs and eases up. "I've just never heard of a woman being so direct before. Usually..."

"Hey, I said no B.S. I just want a dick for 'question number one' on her final, and you've been eyeing us, so I figured you might be interested. Come on." I take his hand. He gets up, his drink forgotten and allows me to lead him over to the table. His buddies watch, their envious eyes locked on him. I'd bet they still think it's some sort of game I'm running.

I get Kate's leash back from the boy holding it. I tell Sophie "now be a good slave and flirt sweetly while I give this slut question number on her test! Slut, Come." I snap the last and Kate gets to her feet.

Kate's eyes check out the guy. I'm pretty sure she's figured out what kind of a final a blow job lesson might have. And I'm pretty sure she's figured out why I've gotten this guy. She puts her hands behind her back and allows me to lead her across the dance floor, then into the little alcove beside the bar. I key in the code and open the door, leading Kate into a decently clean, but stark, storeroom. He follows us in.

I stop Kate. "Stay." I reach down and lift the hem of her tight dress up, showing him her bare bottom. I leave it rolled up at the top of her hip bones. "Slut, turn around and kneel."

Kate obediently turns around, which gives him a view of her bush, and kneels down with her knees apart and her hands behind her. She sits up straight over her heels and patiently waits.

I stand beside Kate, letting the leash droop down, but leaving it attached to her collar. "Use your hands to get his nice cock out. Put them behind you and suck it like your bottom depends on getting an A."

"Yes, Ma'am." Kate answers. I stand there as her hands come up and unzip his pants. She lets them fall down to his knees, revealing a pair of boxers shorts. Those come down as well to reveal a stiff cock. It's not a great one, but it's nice. Maybe 6" long and 1.25" thick. Which means it's not as big as the dildo she learned on. I'd picked one big enough that any real cock she got would likely be smaller and thus easier for her to service.

Kate puts her hands behind her back. A second later her lips are on the tip of his cock. On her last practice, I'd made her pretend the phallus was a guy. Like she was giving a real blow job. I wanted her to take all of the cock on every stroke, even the first. Kate stretches her mouth wide. She moves her head forward, casually but steadily, and the cock starts slipping into her mouth.

He stares. He looks down at the top of Kate's head, watching what she's doing and still not quite believing it's real. She doesn't get more than a quarter of him into her mouth before he purrs lightly for her. Kate keeps going. He watches intently, wondering how much she's going to take. When she has about 2/3 of it into her mouth I see that astonished "eyes bugging out of his head" look again and fight my urge to giggle. I know he's right at the point where he'll be feeling the tight rubberiness of the entrance of her throat resisting the tip of his cock. Kate keeps going. He suddenly moans out deep and so-sweetly. I guess he felt his cock slide into that tightness. Kate keeps going.

"Jesus!" He blurts out in a breathy moan, "her lips are on my balls!"

Kate reverses. Not like there's any more cock to swallow. She keeps moving steadily and leisurely, sucking as she releases the shaft from her lips.

I stand there both watching her performance and making a home video on my phone. I'm careful with the angle of the picture, making sure it shows plenty of Kate, just not enough of her face to be recognizable. More of a side view from a rear angle. I make sure not to get too much of him in it either, mostly his hips, cock, and the tops his hairy thighs. Although for a minute I do get him from the navel down so I can show all of Kate's body, and especially her bare bottom as she kneels on the concrete floor and sucks him.

Kate doesn't notice the video. She focuses on sucking him.

He watches Kate with as much admiration as surprise. I can imagine. How many guys ever get such a direct offer? And how many guys ever get a no-name no-strings hook up? How many get a blow job worthy of a porn star? How few get all of it at once?

He stands there, purring moans that grow louder and more eager with every stroke she takes. He squirms a little, especially his hips. He even moans out "oh that's so good!" while she's servicing him.

He doesn't last long at all. I'd guess two minutes, certainly no more than three. He cums with a nice grunt. As he does I see his hips snap forward, thrusting crisply into her. His hips keep snapping. Kate tries hard to keep the rhythm up. She misses it a little with his crisp thrusts, but he doesn't notice. Or care. He cums, right in her mouth as his shaft keeps sliding down her throat.

Kate keeps going until he's moaning a bit louder and his twitches stop. Then she presses her tongue against the underside of his cock and slowly moves back to release it. As it slips from her mouth, she licks the last droplet of his cream from its tip.

Kate looks up at him. She licks her lips. "Thank you for allowing this worthless gutter slut to suck your huge cock, Sir. And thank you again for allowing me to swallow all of your delicious cum, Sir." I tell her to tuck him in, and Kate reaches up and fixes his pants for him.

I bring Kate up to her feet, facing him. I tell her to roll her dress back down, and he stares at her pussy while she lowers her dress to hide it. With my phone in my hand, I ask him "what you're number?" I punch it in as he rattles it off. I send the video I just made him, using an app that spoofs the number so he can't call me back. The video is the only souvenir he's getting.

I pull Kate's leash tight and lead her out of the storeroom and back to the table. I think he follows me out, but I've stopped paying attention to him. I'm done with him. As I sit I see him returning to his buddies. A minute later the bartender brings over a round of drinks and a huge order of nachos. "from your latest victim. Or fan." He tells me with a grin.

I thank him. I glance over and wave thanks to the guy. He's already watching the video on his phone, and so clearly boasting to his buddies. I'm sure it's something about Kate swallowing his cock and licking his balls while she does. Guys always talk like that. Then a minute or two later, I see him showing the video to his buddies. A minute after that I see all of their eyes eyeing us with hunger. I'm sure the didn't believe his story. But the video is irrefutable. I'm sure they all wondering why I picked him instead of them. Men!

The band starts playing. The boy Sophie's been flirting with asks her to dance. Sophie answers "I only dance when my Mistress tells me to. You have to ask her if I want to dance with you." He asks me.

I tell Sophie "Go dance with him. Be back in 20 minutes." then I lean over and whisper to her, "He's cute and seems sweet. Make it a very sweet dance for him, slave."

"Oh, so gladly Mistress!" Sophie beams with delight. He takes her by the hand and she follows him out to the dance floor. Soon they're dancing. Ten seconds into it I see Sophie spin around, putting her back to him, them touch her bottom to his crotch and tease it. After that, Sophie's dancing gets dirty. I can see it in the way she moves that she likes this guy.

I sip my drink, utterly ignoring Kate. Two guys come over, and I quickly blow both off. I scratch them off the list of candidates for anything else, too.

Sophie returns a minute early with her "date." She drinks about half of a glass of the lime water. Which isn't a problem, since we all have three in front of us! What can I say, people just keep buying us drinks.

I look along the bar, checking out the guys my bartender "knows." I settle on one. He's with a different group of buddies, three of them sipping beers and taking in the music. He's a hair older, or so he looks, maybe 32 or 33. not quite as tall or as firm-bodied as the first guy, but not exactly Al Bundy either.

I tell Kate to get to her feet. I lead her over there by the leash, reminding her not to speak, just to follow and obey. Like a good slut. I lean in to get his attention. "Hi." I smile at him. "Here's the deal, no B.S. Tonight I taught this skanky slut here how to give a slutty hot blow job. She needs a final exam. Interested in being the second question on her test?"

He glances at Kate unnecessarily. He's been eyeing her all night long. I'm sure it's more to see if she's objecting to it. Kate stands silent. He says, "I'm game." He doesn't doubt the sincerity of the offer. But by now I'm confident the story of her first blow job has already made the rounds of all the available guys in here. I wouldn't be surprised if they have a pool going who'll be my next choice. Men can be like that. Pigs.

I lead Kate back to the storeroom. The blow job is a repeat of the first, with the only change being I have Kate roll her own dress up to give him a look at her butt and pussy. And I have her wiggle her butt for his eyes.

He lasts a little longer, but seconds, not minutes. Maybe three minutes, maybe three and a quarter minutes. But that's all of Kate's cock sucking he can stand before he cums in her mouth.

He gets a souvenir video, too. I wonder if those are making the rounds of the bar as well. I don't have to wonder, I know, they're making the rounds of their owner's friends.

He sends over a round of drinks as well. Despite the plethora of glasses on our table, another guy tries sending us a round, too. It gets him crossed off the list. Not that he was on it in the first place, but if he was, he'd be off it.

Sophie gets another turn dancing with her "date." She's all smiles when she returns. He is too. And I can see the outline of a decent-sized stiff cock straining his jeans. I'm sure he knows what I've been having Kate do, but to his credit, he's stuck to Sophie instead of trying to get on Kate.