Moonlit Maize

The heavy lock turned with a loud clunk as Jessy closed the front doors to the pool hall.?Finally! Just a few more closing items and we?re out of here,? she said to her closing partner, Bronwen.?And what a night it was,? Bronwen replied, sifting through the change from the tip jar, counting and changing in the coins for larger bills. ?Looks like we pulled in $382 in tips between the two of us.??Cool. I could really use the money. I need to buy Christmas presents for my family by Thanksgiving.? Jessy walked around the room checking for stray pool balls, empty beer bottles and spit cups, before getting out the vacuum cleaner to do a quick cleaning of the black carpet.?Why Thanksgiving?? Bronwen asked as she sorted the empty beer bottles and washed the few remaining glasses.Jessy stepped on the button on the vacuum cleaner to silence it. ?What was that???I was just wondering why you needed to buy your gifts by Thanksgiving???That?s when my brother and sister and their kids fly into town and we have our big family get-together. With their kids, they all like to have Christmas at their home. Being the baby of the family, I don?t get much voice in when our family celebrates holidays. Y?know... I have no kids or anyone else, but I do have to drive home to Hartford and put on the happy family face for Thanksgiving.? Jessy used the index fingers of both hands to push up the corners of her mouth, emphasizing the mask she needed at home.?Well, it?s nice your family gets together, anyway. My family doesn?t do anything together, not that we?ve ever really been all that much ?together? anyway.? The look of disappointment in Bronwen?s face was apparent, but Jessy couldn?t really know how deep the sadness went for Bronwen. Nodding her understanding, Jessy went back to her vacuuming. When she was done, she packed the vacuum away in the closet and looked over the room. Bronwen had done all the dishes, counted down the register and dropped the deposit in the safe for the night. Jessy?s half of the tip jar was laid out on the bar for her.?So, Jessy, what brought you to Bennington in the first place?? Bronwen asked as she sorted loose bottles into their respective empty boxes.?I followed a guy up here who was going to Southern Vermont College. He dropped out and dropped me all at the same time.? Jessy made herself comfortable on a bar stool and played with the coins on the counter.Bronwen nodded and smiled a knowing smile. ?So why are you still here???That?s a good question. I don?t want to go home, but Bennington sucks. There?s nothing to do here.??Except Sue Z Cues.??Right, except Sue Z Cues. But we work here. It?s cool Danielle hired us and all, not being 21 yet. I love this scene. But its 2am and I?m still looking for something to do. All our customers drove to New York an hour ago to keep drinking and partying. Don?t you ever still want to do something after work??Bronwen hefted the empty keg of Cider Jack on her shoulder, her slender arms showing their strength, and walked it over to the cellar door. ?You can tell you ain?t from around here, Jessy.? and she disappeared behind the door.Jessy listened as Bronwen?s footsteps faded and wondered what Bronwen had meant by her departing comment. She heard the clang of the keg hitting the cold floor and Bronwen?s steps coming back up the stairs.Bronwen opened the door and looked at Jessy. ?Well, are you just going to sit there, or are you going to help me carry the rest of the empty kegs and cases down the stairs?? Bronwen?s voice was playful, but stern. A pang of guilt hit Jessy for not thinking what should could have been doing to get them out of there, but she wasn?t in a hurry to go home. Regardless, for some strange reason, she couldn?t help but want to please Bronwen and follow her orders.Jessy quickly picked up three empty cases as Bronwen grabbed another two empty kegs. Bronwen had been working here at Sue Z Cues for two years now. Next week, on Halloween, was her 21st birthday. Jessy looked at her bartending mentor as they walked down the stairs. They were about the same height at around 5' 7", but Bronwen had long blonde hair and a well endowed chest. Like the other bartenders, she wore short cut shirts and a low slung mini-skirt so both her navel piercing and her sacral tattoo displayed proudly as she reached up for new liquor bottles and bent over into the cooler for beers. Danielle had never made any secret about the fact she liked to hire good looking bartenders - both male and female - to work behind the bar. It seemed to work for Sue Z Cues. Even without a bouncer, there was never a fist thrown and working the bar was always fun.Jessy was flattered she had been hired when she thought about the other bartenders. She didn?t have the blonde hair or boobs to boast of that Bronwen brought to the job, but she had her own, high cheeked, dark haired beauty about her. She was more evenly proportioned, almost a little on the boyish side. Sue Z Cues attracted an alternative crowd in addition Ümraniye Escort to the pool players. Since she started two months ago, Jessy had actually been hit on by more women than men in this small Vermont town.At first it bothered her. She wasn?t attracted to women, and she complained to Danielle. Her boss?s reaction wasn?t exactly what she had expected.?Well, Jessy, I can?t make you do anything you don?t want to, but our clients come from all different walks of life, and Sue Z Cues does have quite the lesbian following. If it makes you uncomfortable, politely tell them so. But, you know, flirting never hurt anyone, and you?ll make better money if you flirt with ALL the customers.?When she told her boyfriend about her boss?s instructions, his response was even more further from her expectations.?I don?t want you working someplace where guys are hitting on you all the time. Maybe you should apply to work at the Price Chopper.??Ray! It?s a bartending job. It pays a lot better than working at a grocery store. It?s not like I sleep with any of the customers. It?s just flirting.??Well, feel free to bring home any of the women you flirt with, but I better never catch you flirting with the guys.?Jessy consoled herself with the fact Danielle had wisely informed her on hiring her, Ray was not welcome - or any other future boyfriends - at the bar while Jessy was working. If he was going to be her ride home, he could be there while she was closing, but never while the store was open and she was working. ?It is not safe for your attentions to be on something other than your job while you?re bartending,? Danielle explained. ?Besides, you?ll sell more booze and make better tips if you at least seem available.? As the months went on, Jessy actually began to be more comfortable with all the attention from the customers, even the female ones. It seemed all in good fun, and the more she played along, the more she seemed like part of the team behind the bar putting on a show for the customers. It was quite the ego booster, and had made breaking up with Ray that much more palatable when it finally happened.Jessy found a lot of the rules of Sue Z Cues a bit strange. Some seemed kind of weird, like the ?no boyfriend? rule, while others were exceptionally lenient. The day she was hired, Danielle handed her a key to the main door and told her she was welcome to use the pool hall any time she wanted, so long as she cleaned up after herself. She and Ray took advantage of that after smoking a few joints one evening at their apartment.?Don?t you have a key to the pool hall?? he asked.?Yeah.? Jessy replied with a stoned giggle.?Why don?t we go down and play some pool.??Ray, it?s 3AM!??Exactly! No one will be there. We can play strip 9-Ball!!?And that is exactly what they did. Jessy turned only the light on over the pool table furthest from the door. No one outside, should they be walking by that early in the morning, would be able to see what was going on at the pool table.Having free table time any time she wanted at the pool hall, Jessy had become quite the shot, even after only two months. Dropping the 3, 6 or 9 required the other person to remove an article of clothing. Pretty soon, Ray was completely naked and Jessy had lost her shirt and bra.Ray walked around the table, reaching into the pockets as he walked around the table, his penis wagging with his semi-stoned swagger.?That?s it, Ray. You do a great job at the ?walk of shame.?? Jessy taunted.Ray started exaggerating this dip of his body as he reached into the pockets, rolling the balls down to the foot of the table as he retrieved them from the pockets. Returning to the foot of the table, he spent a great deal of time bouncing the balls around in the rack and pressing them tight with his hands. Not being satisfied he repeated the procedure a number of times, finally moving the rack up the table and away from the balls, spinning it between the palms of his hands and reaching up to hang the rack on the table lights. As he did, his dick slid up and lay on the rail of the table.?No breaking from that end of the table,? Jessy scolded as she stared at his erection reaching the edge of the cushion.Ray looked down and, as he dropped down from his toes, his penis fell off the rail and he laughed. ?Not to worry, it?s your break anyway. I think you might be hustling me, little lady.?Jessy took her game seriously. She picked up a house cue, set her feet apart to balance her stance and started practice strokes on the cue, aiming at the rack of balls on the foot spot.Ray swaggered up to the head of the table, watching Jessy?s small boobs swing with the stroke of the cue as he walked up behind her.?I think you have been sharking me with those sexy boobs swinging around on each break,? he said as he reached around her torso and covered each one with a hand.Jessy stopped her practice strokes. ?Maybe I?m stroking the wrong thing as she moved her bridge hand to Ray?s hard Ümraniye Escort Bayan shaft. She stroked it a few times and Ray groaned. The weed was wearing off, but his horniness was increasing with the idea of being in this public place alone with Jessy.?I don?t want to play 9 Ball anymore, Jessy,? he said as he started unzipping her jeans.He fucked her as he laid her body over the head rail of the table. Between the buzz she had going and the fact she was being screwed in the place she worked by her boyfriend after hours, it only took a few strokes before she started squeezing on Ray?s dick with her contractions. Her pussy walls clamping down on his dick and the bright lights shining off her sweaty back put Ray over the edge. He pumped away at her from behind until he pulled out and dropped back against the wall behind him, exhausted by the thrill of it all.Jessy continued to lay exhausted over the table, her arms up over her head stretched out across the table, cum dripping out from between her legs down the table blinds. When she finally returned to reality, the first thing that went through her head was Danielle?s words, ?Be sure to clean up after yourself if you are here outside our normal hours.??So do you have any plans for the evening??Bronwen?s voice brought Jessy back to the present as she moved her gaze from table 8 where she and Ray had fucked only a month ago to the eyes of her co-worker now sitting on the bar stool next to her.?I don?t know. I?ll probably go home, pop myself some pop corn, watch a DVD I?ve seen a hundred times and get to sleep around 5.?Bronwen studied her co-worker; her eyes looked carefully into Jessy?s eyes. Could she trust Jessy??Okay, city girl, you can do that. Or...? Bronwen set the bait as her voice trailed.Bronwen now had Jessy?s rapt attention.?Or what, Bronwen???Or I can introduce you to some country fun.??Exactly what do you mean by country fun??Bronwen just kept looking into Jessy?s green eyes. Sometimes these new girls didn?t want to bend what they saw as the rules.?Let?s call it a country dare. Do you trust me??Jessy kept Bronwen?s stare and thought a moment. ?Should I trust you???Probably not.? Bronwen got up out of her seat and walked back into the office breaking the gaze for the first time since presenting her challenge. She knew Jessy would need a little time to think about the possibilities, time to allow the curiosity to grow. When she came back out she had in her hands a scrap of felt left over from the recovering of one of the pool tables. ?I do, however, promise you?ll have a good time.?As Jessy stared at Bronwen a jolt ran through her body which electrified her senses and concentrated in her pussy. ?What?s happening?? she thought to herself as she looked at Bronwen from head to toe. While she had grown accustomed to the advances of patrons, it had always seemed like being an actor in a play. She had never really considered following through, but the thought did intrigue her. She knew dating any customer, male or female, could complicate what was generally a fun job. Now Bronwen, Sue Z Cues? blonde bomb bar mistress was standing in front of her with what looked like might become a blindfold hanging from her right hand. She was wearing fuck-you boots with 4" heals on top of a 2" platform which zipped up the inside of each of her long, strong legs, ending just before the bottom of her plaid mini-skirt. The skirt, when she bent over far enough, gave a number of the evenings? customers a view of her thong covered and shaved pussy. Even that grooming technique had not escaped Jessy?s historically straight-minded notice when they had worked together in the past. Bronwen?s short shirt, as always, showed off her navel piercing and sacral tattoo. This particular shirt was also cut in a low swoop so her ample cleavage just about burst out of her bra and through the top of her shirt. It?s short sleeves clung tightly to the biceps, just slightly larger than one would expect on a woman like this, if only because they had become accustomed to swinging full kegs like Jessy had only ever seen the big delivery guys and Danielle swing. Bronwen?s face was adorned by a huge mischievous smile that said both ?we are going to have fun? as well as ?what we are about to do is probably illegal.? With that final assessment, Jessy knew what her response had to be.?I?m all yours for the evening.??Be careful what you wish for, Jessy,? Bronwen chided as she stepped behind her prey and, as expected, tied the table cloth tight around her eyes. Bringing her lips close to Jessy?s ear from behind her voice became a whisper as her breath pushed her next words past Jessy?s ears and deep into her senses. ?You just might get it.? Jessy felt she might melt right were she stood into a puddle on the black carpeted floor.Bronwen tested the tension on the blindfold with a tug from the back and waved her hand in front of Jessy?s face to make sure she couldn?t see through the Escort Ümraniye makeshift blindfold. Confident Jessy was in her control, she leaned in to whisper in Jessy?s ear.?While some may think losing sight means something is taken away, I want you to realize it can actually be a gift. Remember, dear Jessy, it is better to give than to receive. Give up those eyes for me for just a little while, and I?ll show you things you could never believe with your eyes.?Bronwen took Jessy?s hands and led her to one of the bar stools. She ushered the sight-deprived girl to sit for a moment and, resting her hand on a shoulder, indicated she should wait for a moment.Without her sight, Jessy?s other senses turned up to compensate. She heard Bronwen?s boots clunk a path to the cellar door and walk down the stairs. Even with the door closed behind her, Jessy could hear Bronwen open the walk-in cooler door and moments later return back up the stairs. She could hear bottles clinking as though Bronwen had returned with a case of beer.?Where are your keys, Jessy??Jessy stood up off the stool and reached deep into her front jeans pocket and retrieved a set of keys, handing them towards Bronwen?s voice.?I?m going to go outside for a moment to move your truck into the parking lot so it won?t get towed from the street tonight. Then I?ll bring my car up in front of the door. You?ll walk out with me and I?ll take you out tonight.?Bronwen paused and waited for a response from Jessy. Hearing none, but also not noting any concern on her blindfolded friend?s face she continued.?I want you to feel you can trust me, but I am also going to ask you to do things you have probably never done before or maybe even considered. Do you understand??Jessy nodded. The excitement of not knowing was building the excitement in her body and she didn?t want it to stop any time soon. If she could trust Bronwen behind the bar where they could both get hurt or even arrested with the tight liquor laws, she intuitively felt she could trust Bronwen with almost anything.?Some of my instructions will be oral, and sometimes, once I remove your blindfold, they will be written. This dare is also a bit of a game and, even though I am giving the instructions, you can quit the game at any time and I won?t think any less of you. Do you understand??Jessy nodded again. The excitement between her legs had increased so much she had to cross them tightly to keep control of them. She almost thought she could smell her arousal over the stale beer smell permeating the bar.Jessy?s movements were all observed by Bronwen. She smiled, licked her lips in anticipation and continued. ?So that you can always feel you have control over this, even though I am making the rules for our game as we go along, you are going to have an escape word. Have you ever used an escape word??Jessy had not and she wagged her head to indicate so. It had never occurred to her she might need such a thing. She had never been with someone who had commanded her so powerfully and completely - in any situation - and the prospect only intrigued Jessy further.?That?s okay,? Bronwen assured. ?All it is is a word which we both agree to in advance. If either one of us says the word, the game stops. No questions asked. No honor lost. Tonight?s escape word will be...? Bronwen thought for a moment for a word which was simple and memorable. Then she thought about where she was going to take Jessy. ?...apples.?Jessy nodded.?Tell me what the escape word is,? Bronwen commanded.?Apples,? Jessy answered.?Good. The next time that word is spoken, it will be the escape word. I don?t think you will use it frivolously. Will you???No, Bronwen, I will not use it frivolously.??Excellent.? Bronwen?s knowing smile widened. Not just because Jessy had just given her permission to play, but how obediently Jessy had just consented. ?You wait right there. I?ll be right back.?Jessy listened as Bronwen picked Jessy?s keys up off the bar, walked across the open room, unlocked the heavy bolt of the front door, then locked it again after it closed behind her.In an effort to not psych herself out about what was to come in her evening, Jessy turned her remaining senses to her environment. The room bore a dingy scent, a mixture of stale beer and cigarette smoke which hung in the dampness of the cool autumn air. There was another smell mingling with the familiar scent she learned the first day she opened the bar by herself. It took her a while to place it, but when she realized it was most definitely the scent of her arousal, she shifted her attention to her ears. The cooling fan of the draft cooler ticked against its metal side. Somewhere down the room, she could hear the hum of a ballast from one of the fluorescent lights around the room. She remembered hearing the same sounds, equally intensified when she and Ray were in the bar alone, under the influence of marijuana, as they were now with her eyesight ?taken? from her. A gift, Bronwen had told her. By giving her eyes to Bronwen, she was about to receive whatever Bronwen was going to offer. While she knew she should be scared, the more she tried to be scared, the more she was aroused by the anticipation of what lay ahead for the evening.Jessy had wondered about Bronwen?s preferences when she first met her.