0 comments/ 4129 views/ 4 favorites The Hush Money Bar Pt. 01 By: Schaka Every neighborhood has a Cheers, like the bar in the old television show. It's that place where everybody knows your name...and your business! This is a multipart story of just such a bar in a predominantly Black neighborhood. This story contains interracial sex, bisexuality, incest and probably few more taboos that the characters engage in that might offend the more sensitive reader. However, they are all over eighteen so they can do whatever they want! ***** Part One Todd Crane glanced nervously around the sparsely occupied bus station. He had been here before. Not this bus station. Not this town. But this situation. His life seemed to be a series of hurried exits from dangerous and/or compromising situations. This time he was leaving Scottsdale, Arizona one step ahead of an irate husband. Variations of the scene had been repeated many times in the four years since the 22-year-old aged out of the foster system. Aside from a GED, his only achievement in foster care was learning that older women were attracted to him. Housewives wanted to mother him. Then they wanted to fuck him. It was as if they were acting out a female version of an oedipal complex. Neglectful husbands were complicit through indifference to the needs of their wives. Some had the male fantasy to see their wives with another man, especially a Black man. In some Todd's sensuality aroused their latent bisexuality. Licking his cum from their wives' pussy was a substitute for him cumming in their mouths. Others overcame that taboo and shared his cock with their wives. For Todd, it was a hard scrabble existence. The only skill he had was his sensuality. And like little Johnny one note, he used that one skill. T He fucked the wives. He let the husband's suck his cock. On a few occasions, he fucked the wife and the husband. To him it was all about survival. Unbeknownst to him, his arrival in Scottsdale would trigger a chain of events that would change his life. When he arrived in Scottsdale last week he registered with a day labor service. It was the only type of job an itinerate like him could get. That service got him a job as a pool cleaner. The owner of the estate's wife was a well maintained 65 year old. There was a time in her life when she was a trophy wife. Now her daily ritual was a struggle to delay or attempt to reverse the effects of time and gravity. Her breasts were the best money could buy. Her ass was a marvel of the Brazilian butt lift. She used young cock as an affirmation of her sexuality. If the cock was young and Black, all the better. When she saw Todd, all of the cougar instincts kicked in. On his second weekly visit, she seduced him. Her husband caught his senior citizen wife on her knees, her pink lips wrapped around Todd's thick Black cock. The cuckold arrived just in time to witness Todd pumping copious amounts of cum into his wife's eager mouth. So much cum that it ran out of the corners of her mouth and down her neck. When he screamed his outrage, the startled Todd pull back. He finished cumming on the wife's lust filled face and over her bare surgically enhanced breasts. While the cuckolded husband ran into the house to get his gun, his wife grabbed her purse. She stuffed a wad of wrinkled bills into Todd's hand. She seized his face in both of her liver spotted hands and kissed him passionately, sharing the remnants of cum with him. She watched doe eyed as he sprinted for his truck. Todd used the money to buy a ticket on the first bus out of town. That bus happened to be bound for Chicago. Now he waited anxiously for the agent to announce the departure of the bus. His dark almond shaped eyes roamed restlessly around the dingy waiting room. Nervously, his eyes kept flicking to the door leading to the street. Just outside, he could see the Toyota pickup emblazoned with the name of the pool service he worked for. Earlier he called his boss and told him the situation and that he would leave the truck at the bus station. *** Surreptitiously, Annabelle Beavaneax Carroll watched the nervous young black man. He reminded her of Terrence Howard of Empire fame but without the mustache and with sandy colored hair. His skin had the same light brown coffee latte look. His skintight T-shirt covered a lightly muscled athletic 6 foot body. His eyes had an Asian quality about them. She smiled with interest as she noticed the bulge in his faded blue jeans. Annabelle was returning home after taking a two-week hiatus from her marriage. She visited with a high school girlfriend and her husband. She and Tina had been more than close. They shared alcohol, drugs and each other until Tina found her husband and took charge of her life. During her visit, Anna again experienced the intense emotional symbiosis that two women could share sexually. She felt little thrills run through her body as she recalled the softness of Tina's body, the eroticism of her kisses and the sweet honey like thickness of her juices. Her husband was not a bad cocksman either. Now she was returning to a 48 year old husband who was indifferent to her. If not for the pleading of her father she would divorce him. Marriage to an older man had its challenges. He had come along when she needed financial and emotional security. He gave her that and two precious children. She felt guilty that she had outgrown him. She knew it was time for a change in her life. Anna was a petite 21 year old Jada Pinkett Smith look alike. At 115 pounds with auburn dreadlocks and a 36C bosom, she was more voluptuous then Jada. The deep lines around her mouth and dark circles under her eyes bespoke a hard life. Despite this she moved with a regal sureness, pulling her retinue of two toddlers in her wake. She wore a mid calf button up the front print cotton dress that draped and hung from her bubble butt. The top two buttons were undone revealing a substantial cleavage. The dress moved freely with soft swishes when she walked. "So is it the police or an angry husband that has you watching the door like that?" Todd flashed his ready smile. His white teeth gleamed as he checked out the full figured black woman across from him. He noted the two crumb crushers fidgeting on the plastic bench. "Why you say that about me," he laughed, "can I be something other than a criminal or wife stealer?" "Honey, the way you fidgeting you looking for somebody to come after you with bad intentions." Todd was not above telling a self-serving lie if it fitted his needs. In this case, the truth would do just as well. "Well, actually, I got caught in a compromising situation with a married woman." Lucky woman, Annabelle thought. "Why you Black men can't keep that thing in your pants," Anna said in mock reproach, a smile on her face. "Now where is the fun in that," laughed Todd. The ticket agent announce that the bus for Chicago was leaving from Lane six. Todd stood and slung his backpack over his shoulder. He noticed that Annabelle was struggling to corral her two kids and pick up her suitcase. "Here, let me help you with that." Annabelle nodded her appreciation. She grabbed the hands of her two children, turned and walked toward the door. They seemed to be no more than three or four years old to him. Todd fell in line behind her. As he did, he noted the seductive roll of her full hips on her petite frame. They join the sparse line filing out of the bus terminal and into the blistering late afternoon Arizona heat. On the bus, Annabelle settled her children into a seat across the aisle from her. Todd pushed her suitcase into the overhead, nodded and prepared to move down the aisle to another empty seat. "Why are you going back there? Sit next to me and keep me company. I don't bite... unless you want me to." "That depends," Todd said suggestively, "on what you bite and how hard." "Boy, you are caution. Besides, I bet you like your women old, rich and White. I ain't none of those" "There you go," Todd laughed, "now you accusing me of having jungle fever." "You said it! Not me! All you need to say is that the woman you just got caught with wasn't White and I'll apologize." Todd laughed and slid into the seat next to her. He liked her. She was confident and outgoing. Todd held both hands up shoulder high surrendering. "No apology necessary!" During the night, while the kids slept, they got to know each other better. As strangers will sometimes do, they shared confidences, safe in the knowledge that anonymity was their safeguard. "My husband is 48. We got married when I was 18. If you can believe it in this day and age, it was an arranged marriage." "What happened," Todd chuckled, "your husband gave your father a herd of cows for your hand in marriage?" Laughing, Anna slapped Todd playfully on his arm. "No, Silly! My father owns a bar. He and the alderman, my husband, have business dealings. You know how it is with family. You do things for them you would not do otherwise." "I've often wished I had a family. I was raised in a series of foster homes." "That must've been a rough." An uncharacteristic sadness settled over Todd. He never knew his father. His mother abandoned him when he was a few days old. "Well you know what they say," He forced a broad winning smile, "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger!" The two strangers shared a knowing chuckle. They both had unspoken thoughts about their private demons. "So what you going to do in Chicago?" "I really don't know. I'll have to find some kind of a job." "Look, my father is always looking for somebody to work a few shifts in his bar. Maybe you could do that. And there is room above the bar that I'm sure the manager will let you have." "Wow! That sounds great. Thank you so much." Anna scribbled the contact information on a scrap piece of paper and handed it to Todd. Impulsively, she leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Just want to help a brother out." Todd place one finger under her chin and turned her face to him. He kissed her lightly, letting his tongue trace the outline of her lips. "Hey, I'm an old married lady," Annabelle laughed, "what are you up to?" "Married you are; old you are not. I'm just thanking my newfound friend." Annabelle took his face in both her hands and kissed him deeply. "Well, if you are going to do it, do it right." Their kiss was long and passionate. Their tongues took turns exploring each other's mouths. While they kissed their hands explore their bodies. Anna moaned when she felt the thickness and length of Todd's love tool through his jeans. Todd let his hands slide up to her ample breasts. Despite being petite, her breasts hung heavy on her chest. Slowly, sensuously, he unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress exposing her black lace bra. "Now just what you got in mind, mister," Anna said coyly? Do I really want to do this? Todd gently squeezed her breasts. "Whatever you want, sweet thing." This could be fun and a nice way to kill some time. Nervously, Annabelle looked across the aisle at her two children. Satisfied that they were both sound asleep, she let one of her hands slide down to Todd's crotch. She squeezed his cock. "You know," she said, "one of these passengers me see us." Todd unhooked the clasp on the front of her bra. Her breasts were the color of dark chocolate. Her areola was almost blue black with nipples the color and texture of raisins. He leaned down and took one rigid nipple in his mouth and sucked hungrily on it. He was rewarded with a sharp sibilant breath. "Let them. We'll probably never see them again." As Annabelle turn sideways and undid his belt, she again glanced at her children. Lawd, what am I doing? She was not really promiscuous. When she was into drugs and alcohol, she had more anonymous fucks than she would care to count. But that was another time and another her. "If you keep undressing me, they going to see enough to last them for a while." Todd had an animal magnetism that she found difficult to resist. "Girl, you got a body that won't quit!" Anna curled her left leg on her seat; her right was on the floor. She unzipped his pants freeing his cock. She placed one hand on his chest and gently pushed him back against the seat. "My turn," she said devilishly. Annabelle raised slightly in her window seat and looked up and down the aisle. It seemed everyone was sleeping or otherwise occupied. She knelt in her seat, lowered her head and licked the mushroom head of Todd's cock. Todd sat back and scooted down in his seat, providing her better access. He smiled as he glanced over her body at her ass pressed against the window. Anna used her tongue to lavish wet licks and kisses on the sensitive, nerve-packed underside of Todd's cock. It swirled around the tip of his glans. She flicked it repeatedly against the sensitive little ridge on the underside of where the head meets the shaft. She reveled in the musky saltiness of the copious precum that oozed from his slit, filling her mouth and driving her arousal. She smiled when she felt him try to climb the back of the seat. You in for a real treat sexy man! "I see why those old White women so crazy about you. Your cock is amazing, sexy man! A real thoroughbred." She pressed her tongue flat against the sides of his hard-on and licked up and down. Todd squirmed in his seat, fighting the urge to cum as Anna expertly made love to his cock. "Fuck woman! That shit will drive a man crazy." Anna gripped the base of his cock tightly, preventing him from cumming. "Baby, momma is an all day sucker. So don't you dare cum too quick." Todd glanced up and down the aisle. Satisfied that the other passengers were oblivious to what was going on, he raised up slightly and slid his pants and jockeys down to his knees. "There! That should make it easier. And, for the record, I ain't no tender dick. You think you can handle a brother who cums when he wants?" Anna raised up and smirked. "Handle it!? Honey, I closed down the complaint department. There wasn't any business!" She spat on his acorn head. She held his eyes as her hand moved up and down his saliva slickened erection. She lowered her mouth to his balls, gently sucking on the supple skin. Then she trailed her tongue to the nerve-packed stretch of skin between his testicles and anal opening. She made an exaggerated smacking sounds and then looked up at him smiling. Then she let her tongue slide around the ridge and slowly down the length to his balls. "Mmmm, obviously you done this a few times be," Todd laughed. Annabelle raised her head and said; "Once or twice. But never on a bus. By the way, I love to suck circumcised cock. Yours is a thing of beauty. " Annabelle took Todd's sizable cock into her mouth. This motherfucker could wreck a pussy! He was large but not the largest she never had. Slowly she moved up and down, letting her saliva lubricate his man meat. Each time letting it go a little deeper. When she felt it hit the back of her throat, she pressed down slightly. She gagged, pulled back and pressed down again. This time she felt the head move down her throat. She pulled back took a breath and pressed on again. Her nose touched his abdomen and her chin was resting against his balls. She hummed. "Fuck! You have done this before. Shit... Aww fuck...!" This bitch is incredible! Slowly, still humming, Annabelle let Todd's cock slide out of her mouth. "You better keep it down. Otherwise we'll have an audience. And I don't think I can handle all these guys." "Mmmm, and the women?" Annabelle circled the saliva slickened head of his cock with her tongue. She recalled 69ing with Tina while Tina's husband fucked her. "Mmmm, now were talking about real fun," she cooed. Annabelle began bobbing slowly up and down Todd's cock. She could feel it pulsing as it slid down her throat. Her pussy was sloppy wet, soaking her Virginia Secrets thong. She slowly undid the rest of the buttons on her dress and pulled it back. Turning slightly in the seat, she pushed the thong to the side and let her finger slide between her swollen pussy lips. She felt Todd's strong hand cover hers. "Here," he said, "let me do that." Two of his fingers slipped easily into her engorged sex. Todd was amazed at how wet she was. He let his fingers move slowly between her swollen lips with the fingers curled up, stroking her G-spot. His thumb circled the hard mass of her clit. Reflexively, Annabelle's hips thrust up when Todd touched her clit. She groaned loudly and redoubling her efforts on his cock moving up and down faster. Todd knew he couldn't last much longer. He gripped her head in both his hands and pulled her from his cock. He could see her tongue licking in the air as he pulled her mouth away. "No fair! I was close to getting the reward for all my work." "You'll get your reward," Todd laughed, "but now is my turn." Gently, he pushed Anna back against the window. Then he raised the armrest between the seats. Todd took a quick look around to make sure no one was looking then he slid to his knees between the seats. He picked her leg up and laid it over his shoulder. Her other legs was on the floor, her knee pressed against the wall of the bus. He slid between her slender thighs. Her aroma was overpowering. He was amazed that everyone on the bus could not smell her arousal. There was a wet spot on the seat where her pussy copiously leaked her juices. Todd leaned in and let just the tip of his tongue slide into her drenched pussy. He gently ran his hands over Anna's body, cupping and massaging her full breasts. Raising from the cauldron like furnace of her super heated pussy, he kissed them, before taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling at it. "Awww fuck! That feels so good! You pussy licking motherfucker," Anna moaned. He heard her moan in pleasure as he sucked and gently nibbled at the swollen nipple. Releasing it, he kissed and licked his way to her other breast, sucking at the swollen nipple as his fingers teased and massaged the breast he had just left. As Anna moaned in pleasure, Todd slid down her body, kissing and licking her sweating body. With his fingers, he opened Annabelle's pussy. He leaned forward and kissed the inner pinkness of her swollen sex. Todd raised up and looked into the Anna's sweat drenched passion contorted face. Her eyes popped up. "What? I know you ain't finished!" "Finished! No fucking way! Girl, your pussy is like a drug. A man could get hooked." Laughing, Anna placed both hands on the back of his head, pushing him back between her legs. "You go on and get your fix, baby! Cuz I don't never run out of that drug!" He tasted the thick sweetness of her juices. He thrust his tongue deep into his new friend's hole, sucking the juices from her, savoring her. Lifting his mouth, he lapped at Anna's clit, teasing it from its fleshy home. His ears filled with Anna's stifled cries of pleasure as he fingered, licked and sucked at her clitoris and pussy. As her pleasure increased, her legs wrapped around his head. Her hands pressed his head to her vagina. Her hips lifted to press her pussy against his mouth and probing tongue. "O fuck yes baby! Eat me, eat my pussy! O fuck! I'm cumming! Fuck! Fuck! Fffuuuuuuccccccccccck!" Todd's mouth filled with her ejaculate, his face was pressed tightly into her cunt by her hands and thighs. He found himself struggling to breath, but even as he fought for breath he continued to drink her essence. The Hush Money Bar Pt. 01 Finally, as her orgasm passed Anna relaxed her grip on Todd's head. "Shit! You talk about me! That's not the first pussy you licked." Todd used both hands to wipe her pussy cream from his face. He smiled, and licked each finger making a loud smacking sounds. Anna grabbed his hand and pulled it toward her mouth. She licked each finger in turn, letting her tongue slide between each one. "Well, what was your comment? I've licked one or two." Anna didn't try to cover herself. She lay back against the window her legs still spread as she tried to catch her breath. Lord, she thought, I could learn to like that. Todd openly watched her. Her wanton display of her nakedness on the bus spoke of a woman who was comfortable with herself and her sexuality. Anna looked down at his hard pulsing cock. She unconsciously licked her lips. "Hey, I never did get my reward." "I have a better idea. Turn sideways in your seat." "And then what," Annabelle asked coyly? As she spoke, Anna turned on her side facing the window. She pulled her dress up around her bra which hung loosely from her shoulders. She smiled as she felt Todd's lips on her ass. Todd scooted down and positioned himself behind Anna. He heard a gasp as he guided his cock into her sodden hole. He used long slow deep strokes at first, reveling in the tightness of her pussy. As he slowly pumped in and out of her married pussy, he let his arm slide around and cup her breasts. He started at the base and let his hands slide up her melons to her thumb sized nipples. These he pulled and squeezed. Anna could feel the head of his cock sliding in the smoothness of her love hole. Every nerve ending tingled. The sensation was like an electric shock. Her body quaked in reaction. She thrust back hard driving him deep into her. She could feel his manhood buried fully in the hot clutching embrace of her cunt. "O god, you feel so good." "Move this big ass girl! Show me what you are working with." Todd moaned in pleasure as she thrust back on his swollen dick. The slap of flesh on flesh resounded through the bus. "You good dick motherfucker! Make me feel it! Knock the bottom out of my pussy!" Some of the passengers smiled. Others frowned as they heard the staccato slapping of flesh on flesh. Envy competed with outrage as the new lovers filled the bus with the sounds of their lovemaking. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm Cuuuummingggg! I'm Cuuuummingggg! Oh my God." "Fill me up goddamnit! Oh shit! Oh please! Coming! I'm Cumming!" Todd and Anna lay exhausted on the seats of the bus. Anna's hand covered Todd's which cupped her breasts. They were both sated. As they came down from there fuck session, they realize the other passengers probably heard them. They stifled giggles. "We better stop. Otherwise, you may have to do this for the rest of the men on the bus." "Another time, that would not be a bad idea. But right now I've had all I need. Let me up so I can clean up." Todd pulled back slowly. He watched as her blood engorged pussy lips slid easily down his cock. As he pulled out, their juices flowed from Anna's cunt. * * * Anna awoke to dawn breaking through the bus window. There was a moment of confusion. Then she realized that the hand cupping her breasts and the warmth of the body against hers was her erstwhile lover. She shook her head ruefully. Lord, I haven't fucked like that in years! She reached behind her and shook Todd. "Time to wake up, Todd! We are just outside Chicago." Todd struggled to wake up. He and Anna spent a good portion of the trip having sex and he was exhausted. He raised up and gently kissed her behind the ear while squeezing her breasts. "Good morning. Think we got time for a quickie?" Laughing, Anna gently pulled Todd's hand from her breasts. As she sat up in her seat, she realized her dress was still around her waist. She instinctively grabbed the hem to pull it down. She laughed to herself. Hell, he seen everything. I don't know what I'm trying to hide now. "Boy, I'm gonna be walking wide legged for days! And we have scandalized the people on this bus enough. Besides, I need to get my kids ready." *** Annabelle left the bus at Chicago's Randolph Street station. She had a firm grip on the hands of her two children. She looked steadfastly straight ahead, searching the crowd for her husband. She knew a few steps behind her was the man she had sex with overnight on the bus. Annabel was no prude. At 21, she experienced more than most women twice her age. She had turned her life around. Yet the fact that she let Todd use her like a two dollar whore on the public bus where all could see, shocked her. She did not know whether that was more a statement about her or about him. As she opened the doors and stepped into the waiting room, a cool breeze ruffled her skirt and blew across her bare pussy. She smiled as she recalled Todd asking for a souvenir of their encounter. I can't believe I gave that guy my panties. She spotted the graying hair of her husband standing in in the waiting room. She released the hand one child and waved. Then she recaptured that child's hand and hurried toward her husband. "Hi baby, "she said joyfully "Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself. I spent the whole week here by myself." And then there was this. Lately, he complained about everything. Nothing she did seem to satisfy him. Even their sex life had deteriorated to a once weekly perfunctory performance, mostly her performance. All he seemed to want now was for her to give him a blowjob while she finger fucked herself. She needed more. "Okay," she said, "where did you park?" As he turned to lead her across the waiting room to baggage claim and the parking lot, she felt a hand brush lightly across her rump. She smiled quietly. She turned her head to the side slightly and saw Todd's back as he moved past her. Well, she said to herself it was fun. And she knew she probably see him again if he took the job. The Hush Money Bar Pt. 02 Our tale of the Black Cheers continues. This story containsinterracial sex,bisexuality, incestand probably few more taboos that the characters engage in that might offend the more sensitive reader. However, they are all over eighteen so they can do whatever they want! ***** The next afternoon Todd was standing just outside the door of the bar waiting for the manager. Across the street was a large warehouse. A sign over the door announced that it was the South Central Food Pantry. He smiled when he saw Annabelle coming down the street. He was not surprised to see her. After all, her father did own the bar. He watched as her smile widened when she saw him waiting. He smiled back, noting to himself this is the first time he really got a look at her. Her cocoa skin glowed in the early afternoon sun. Her full hips and breasts filled the fashionably faded throwback denim jumpsuit. It buttoned up the front starting from just below her waist. She wore the cuffs rolled just above her ankles and sleeves rolled up to her elbows with the top three buttons undone. The deep vee created barely covered her nipples, exposing a hint of her dark areole. As she approached him, the soft roll of her hips was entrancing. "Hi Todd. How are you this morning?" "I'm good thank you. What about you?" "A little sore," Anna replied devilishly. "My bus ride last night was more... active... than I am used to." "Same here," Todd laughed. "However, I enjoyed every minute of it." Anna walked to within a few inches of Todd. Her head was at the middle of his chest. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips. Her soft breasts pressed against his lower chest. Smiling, she turned, pulled her keys from her purse and unlocked the bar. "So did I. By the way, if you haven't figured it out yet, I am the manager." "I was beginning to suspect that," Todd said. "Did I pass the ...uh...interview last night?" "Why do you think you are here?" As they talked, Todd and Anna moved into the bar. Todd's eyes flicked around quickly, taking in the scene. In the center of the floor was a pool table with a long faux Tiffany light suspended by chains above it. On the wall, starting from his right, were three red leatherette upholstered booths. Each booth had a rectangular black Formica covered table. They filled the wall to the corner. At right angles to the booths was a pool cue rack. A small dance floor occupied the space between the pool table and the booths. To his left were three more booths. The adjacent wall held the DJ equipment. Just past there was a small hall that led to the bathrooms and a storage room. The bar itself occupied the wall opposite the entryway. It held 12 stools. The mirrored wall behind the bar supported shelves with many types of glassware. Various brands of liquor were inverted and attached to an alcohol dispensing system. "Welcome to the Hush Money Bar." Annabelle assayed a small bow, her arms spread. As she leaned forward, the top of the jumpsuit fell open. Todd was treated to a tantalizing down blouse of her full melons and dark chocolate raisin like nipples. Realizing she was exposing himself, Anna laughed and brought her hand to her chest. Then she stood erect. "Sorry about that! I work here this afternoon. The more cleavage I show the better the tips and the more drinks they buy." "Tips must be pretty good," Todd laughed. "They are when I have customers. However, business has been slow. I need to come up with some ideas to increase it." "Hopefully I can help there. I've done a little bartending in my travels." "Given your quick career change in Scottsdale, I'm not going to ask for references from your bartending jobs." Todd smiled ruefully and changed the subject. "Where did the name Hush Money Bar come from?" "That's my father's story and I'll let him tell it. He works on Amtrak as a waiter in charge. He'll be in town in a few days. Follow me and I'll show you the apartment upstairs." Annabelle could feel Todd's eyes on her butt as she moved down the short narrow hall to the stairway leading up to the apartment. She exaggerated the motion of her hips as she unlocked the door leading up to the apartment. She had known Todd less than 24 hours but she felt safe and comfortable with him. That was unusual for her. The school of hard knocks had taught her to distrust men. The rolling hips of this petite vixen mesmerized Todd. He guessed she was no more than 5'2" tall and somewhere between 115 and 125 pounds. She had the broad hips and bubble butt typical of African-American women. He unconsciously licked his lips as he recalled having his head buried between those full soft thighs. At the top of the stairs was a small landing flanked by two doors. To the right was the back apartment/storage area. To the left was the front apartment. The three room apartment was small and cramped. They entered through the postage stamp size kitchen, passing a decrepit bathroom. Just ahead was the living area that was at least twice the size of the kitchen. The windows of the living room and the adjacent bedroom looked out over the street in front of the bar. Surprisingly, the bed was queen-size and filled the room. A large mirrored chest of drawers stood at the foot of the bed. The furniture in the living room consisted of three pieces, a nondescript forest green eight-foot couch along one wall and matching wingback chair facing it across a tan coffee table. "It's not much, but it'll give you a place to stay. For now, I just have two shifts open. Working those two shifts will pay for your rent. I have a regular customer, Gertrude Allenby, who is a manager at the Downtown Country Club. She is always looking for help and I'm sure can get you some time there." "This will be great. It beats hell out of the SRO that I spent the night in last night." Anna's eyes widened. "I almost forgot. Tomorrow night the ladies from Gert's country club are having their annual charity affair here." "You mean a bunch of rich old biddies hang out in the Hush Money?" "Not exactly. My husband is the council member for this ward. He has an annual fundraiser for the food pantry. Over the years he and Gert have got the society women involved. Anna glanced at her watch. "Look, it's almost 2. Let's go downstairs I will open up and sit with you for your first shift." *** The first night was quiet. Anna stayed for the first few hours. She quickly realized that Todd was an accomplished bartender. "Look, I'm going to run home to check on one of my babies. She had the sniffles and I want to see if she is any better." "Not a problem! I got this!" "Good! Here are my keys. If I'm not back by closing time, just lock the door and wait for me." Todd met some of the regulars, four guys from the Ford Assembly plant and Gertrude Allenby. While she presented herself as a happily married woman, her childless marriage was stressed. True to her Bayou roots, she wanted a large family. Her husband was against it. The biological clock ticking in her was loud enough to drown out the guilt at the occasional affair. At 45, Gert was at the top of her profession of service management. That was both her curse and her pride. Her pride because she was Service Manager for the top country club in the Chicago area. It was her curse because she saw herself as little more than a well paid servant to rich white people. She drank to assuage her frustration. The Hush Money Bar was her transition from her job to her home and marriage. They both left her unfulfilled. Gert and the Ford guys kept up a running strongly sexual repartee. Big Rick teased her about her grey tailored business suit. "Gurl, you look like one of them skinny models in the catalogues. Except you ain't skinny and you sho' ain't no model." "Sumbitch, if I ain't all that, why you keep trying to get in my panties?" Big Rick grinned broadly. "So you wear panties under that white folks uniform. What kind?" "None of your fucking business, asshole." Gertrude Allenby enjoyed the freewheeling nature of these conversations. It marked her daily transition from her work world to her domestic world. Rick turned to Angel. "What you think, Angel? Is she a thong type of woman?" "Amigo, it don't matter! I'm going to push them to the side before I eat her, anyway!" "Why you motherfuckers talking under my clothes? I ain't gona fuck none of you." "Give Gertie another round Todd. One night she'll get drunk enough to fuck us all." A laughing Todd poured another shot and opened up a beer for Gert. She raised the shot glass in a toast. The other regulars followed suit. Then she downed it in one swallow. "At least there is one gentleman in the house," Gertrude slurred. "Hell Tom ain't no gentleman. He just wants to be first in line the night you get drunk enough to fuck us all." Todd shook his head laughing as the regulars kept up their conversation. Over time he would learn this was a nightly ritual. Finally, the guys trickled out, leaving just Todd and Gertrude. Gert moved unsteadily toward the exit. She reached the door and lean against it, steadying herself. She tried to open it but could not. She leaned against the doorsill as the room moved around her. Todd walked from behind the bar and walked over to her. "Let me call you a cab, Mrs. Allenby." "Mutha fucka, I made be old enough to be your momma but don't you go calling me Mrs. fucking Allenby like I'm sum over the hill bitch." Todd smiled his broad winning smile. "I am soooo sorry, Gert! But you still need a cab. It's not safe to be walking home in your condition" Gert pushed Todd away from her. She took a few steps back into the bar. "Did you hear those bastards talking about my underwear? Bunch of fucking freaks," she slurred, weaving as she stood by the pool table. "Yes, ma'am." "Gawddamit! Cut the ma'am shit too! And they blue." "I...excuse me?" "I said my panties are blue and they boy shorts." With that, Gertrude Allenby wiggled her skirt up over her full hips, revealing her powder blue lacy boy shorts. At 5' 7" and 177 pounds, she had all the curves in all the right places for your average man. In her Louisiana home, her skin color was called high yellow. She was an extremely light skin, almost white, African-American. Her legs were bare and a creamy coffee with extra cream color. Despite their fullness, there was a small gap in her thighs just below her sex. They tapered down to well shaped calves. Her toes were painted coral. Her feet were small, dainty and encased in open toed ankle strap 4 inch black heels. Through the lace front of her panties, Todd could see a cleanly shaved Mons with a landing strip just above her pussy. She COULD be a model, Todd thought, but for plus size clothes Gert staggered a little as she pirouetted. "And this that ass they all want." Gertrude Allenby's behind was full and round. It stood out proudly from her thighs. "Gert, you should sit down while I call you a cab." "What kind of fucking man are you," she said, "I got my skirt up around my waist showing you all my goodies and you trying to get rid of me. You gay?" Gert took a few tentative steps toward Todd. She reached out and grabbed his cock. Startled, Todd went to step back but her grip was too firm. He grasped her wrist and gently pulled her hand away. "No, Gert, I'm not gay. But you ARE drunk." Still holding her wrist, Todd went to pull her toward a booth to sit down. However she stumbled and fell forward in his arms. "They all think I'm an easy fuck. Wouldn't fuck none of those gossipy bastards anyway." Todd sighed and lightly smacked her ass. Old girl got a nice body. He watched as she reached out with one hand, using the pool table for balance. She stood wide le g, her skirt still around her waist. She reached out and stroked his cock through his pants. "Gert, don't start something you can't finish." "You think you all that, don't you?" She assayed a lopsided grin. Todd watched as Gert unzipped his pants. When she fumbled drunkenly trying to pull his cock out, he pushed her hand away and extracted it himself. "This what you looking for?" Gert's head moved back and forth as she tried to focus. She unconsciously licked her lips. "Nice cock," she mumbled. Using Todd's legs for balance, she slid to her knees. She looked up at him smiling and kissed the head of his cock. Her tongue slid sensuously over the slit. "Gert, you drunk! Let me get you a cab before you do something you'll regret." "Ain't gona regret it. Those Ford guys just don't know. There are some nights I wished they took turns letting me suck them off. Then they could all fuck me right here on this pool table." She inhaled Todd's cock. Her head bobbed a few times. She looked up into Todd's unreadable face. "I get so tired of being Missus uptight fucking Allenby! I get so tired of kissing White folks ass I could just puke!" Todd put his hand on Gert's head and looked down at her. "And when we do whatever it is we do, you gona still be Mrs. Allenby in the morning." "Yeah and I'll be your boss! But tonight I'm just Gert who needs some cock. Come on, Todd! Fuck Gert tonight!" Todd took her hand and pulled her to her feet. He gripped her around her waist, picked her up and sat her on the pool table. Gert fell back on the pool table. Her legs flew in the air. She smiled up at him. When she tried to remove her panties, he stopped her. "Leave 'em on! I'll push them to the side. " Todd stepped between her creamy thighs. He grasped his cock and slid it up and down her slit. Gert gasped as it slid across her clit. He slid his cockhead across her slippery hole, stopping when he touched her winking brown eye. Gert raised one hand and placed it in the middle of Todd's chest, pushing him back. "You don't know me well enough to be fucking my ass. Maybe one day, but not tonight." Todd smiled as he stepped back between her legs. Gert wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him to her. She reached between them and took his cock in her hand and positioned it at her hole. They held each other's eyes as Todd slowly sank into her depths. Gertrude felt Todd bottom out against her cervix. She let on a slow sibilant hiss. She looked down and saw that fully two inches of his cock was not in her. She could see her wetly gleaming swollen labia stretched around his tool. "One day, you say" Todd smiled as he slowly pumped in and out of her tight cunt. " You gona want more, Gert? Or is this just to get you off and send you home to your husband." Gert leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Todd's neck. She scooted her ass back and forth on the edge of the pool table, meeting Todd's slow deep strokes. Shivers ran through her body as the top of his cock slid across her pulsing G-spot. "I ain't no slut," Gert breathed, relishing the pain/pleasure of Todd's massive tools. Todd stopped with the head of his cock just splitting her pussy lips. Each time Gert tried to push forward, he pulled back. "You gona be my slut." Gert looked into Todd's eyes. Her exertions were causing her to sober up. She glanced quickly around the empty bar. She felt the head of Todd's cock slowly push back in her and stop. "What you want, Sumbitch? I'm fucking you in this funky ass bar and you want me to do what? Say I'm your slut?" Todd sank into Gert's pussy until he felt his balls slap against her ass. He stopped pressing forward to maintain the pressure in her but not thrusting. "That's what you want. All I'm saying is you need to say it. Say it, Gert! Say I'm your bitch." Gert moaned loudly as Todd pumped hard into her several times. Then he slowed, using several long slow strokes. She leaned forward, her head resting on his shoulder. Through eye slits, she could see that now he had all of his cock in her. She could feel it bruising her cervix. There was an ache in her birth canal that could not be described as pain or pleasure. It permeated her body. This was fucking like she had not had in her 45 years. The next words she said startled Todd. "I'm not on birth control. Fuck me hard and cum deep in me, like we was making a baby and I'll be your bitch." Todd's smiled broadened as he began to pump his hips with more vigor. The bar filled with the sound of flesh on flesh and the wet sloshing sounds of sex. "Then say it bitch! Say I'm your bitch and I want your baby in my married pussy." Gert sat back on the edge of the pool table. She felt them settling into a rhythm. It felt good, incredibly good. And he wanted her. "I'm your bitch, you sweet dick motherfucker! I'm your bitch and my married pussy is yours! Now make your bitch pregnant!" Todd's smile turned into a snarl as he tightly gripped Gert's thrusting ass. They looked deep in each other's eyes as they rutted. They were fucking like wild animals caught up in a mating ritual. "I'm gona cum," Gert snarled. The mask of lust on her face made her unrecognizable. "Cum with me, baby! Fill me up!" "You want it, slut? You want it?" "YESSSSS you good fucker! I want it! I want it!" The tempo was rapid and hard. Gert felt the room swirl as her orgasm overtook her. Then, almost impossibly, she felt him swell in her. There was a moment of pain. Then they howled as one as he painted her womb with his seed. Gert's head dropped to his shoulder still she thrusted and howled. Finally, they collapsed against each other. Gert kept her legs wrapped tightly around Todd's waist. Her arms were wrapped around his neck. They both perspired freely. "Dam baby! That was amazing." "You ain't no slouch yourself, Todd said stepping back. His semi hard cock plopped out of her pussy. Small rills of his rich white seed followed streaming wetly from her red swollen pussy lips, staining the wooded edge of the pool table. Smiling, Todd step back to admire his work. Gert leaned back on the table supporting her body with her hands behind her "So do I get the job at the country club," Todd smiled? "Yes... Yes! But you shouldn't have come in me. I know what I said. But I'm not on any kind of birth control." "Then I had better clean my mess up." Todd leaned down and kissed her sweating belly. His tongue trailed across her shivering abdomen to her sweaty, come covered mons. He let his tongue flick snake like across her swollen dripping clit. Gert jerked spasmodically. "Stop... Stop! I can't take that. Stop!" Todd watched as the inner lips of her pussy spasmed and a thick creamy liquid ran down her ass. "Oh you bastard! You fucking bastard! I'm cumming again!" Gert jerked spasmodically as Todd flicked his tongue over her sensitive clit. Todd relished the musky taste of their combined fluids. To him there was no better taste in the world. Gert pushed him away and slid off the pool table. She staggered and Todd had to grab her to keep her from falling. She fell forward against him breathing heavy. "Now it's your turn to clean me up," Todd said. She leaned back against the pool able, a small smile on her face. Then she dropped to her knees. She grasped Todd's cock with one hand and licked it from his balls to the crown. "I like this taste," she said as she swallowed his cock, running her tongue around his girth. "Good thing, he said moaning, "Every time we fuck, we'll lick each other clean." Later, Todd helped Gert into the cab. She watched his tight ass move sinuously as he walked cat like back into the closed bar. Lawd! That is a lot of good dick there! The Hush Money Bar Pt. 02 It was after midnight when Anna returned. She walked to the door and locked it. After she pulled the drapes and turned off the lights, only the fluorescent light over the cash register lit the gloom of the bar. "As soon as Old john gets here we can leave." "Old John?" "He is the janitor. In return for sleeping here at night, he cleans the place up. He's an old friend of my father's who fell on hard times." Anna squeezed past Todd to ring out the cash register. Impishly, she wiggled her bubble butt against his crotch as she passed. Todd wrapped his arms around her waist and cupped her breasts. As he gently squeezed them, he kissed the nape of her neck. Anna moaned softly, grinding her ass into his hard cock. "Mmmm, very nice and I could use some of that. But Old John is due and my husband sometimes comes to walk me home." Todd let his hands trail up to her shoulders. He gripped them firmly and turned her so she faced him. "You got to stop Todd," Anna moaned, "we can't get caught like this." Todd leaned in until they could feel each other's breaths on their mouths. Their lips touched lightly. Their tongues flicked out, the tips touching. Anna's hands rose and grasped Todd's waist. They were standing, relishing the feel of each other's kiss when there was a tap on the door. They simultaneously jumped and cast a guilty glance at the door. Anna pushed Todd away. Self-consciously she straightened her clothes and brushed her hair back. She gave him a quick nervous grin and moved toward the door. "Hi baby!" John Carroll pecked his wife on her forehead. He looked over her head and saw Todd standing behind the bar next to the cash register. Unconsciously, he licked his lips as he surveyed Todd's lean muscular frame. 'Lord, where did that sweet goody come from, he thought' John Carroll was the twenty five year alderman for this ward. He was a glad hander who was always good for a drink or a good word with the police watch commander. He and Christian Beavanaex had a symbiotic relationship. He made sure that The Hush Money Bar was not hassled by the police. In return, Christian Beavaneax made generous donations to John's reelection campaigns. Annabelle marrying John was an unintended consequence of their relationship. In her teen years, she got caught up in the drug scene. Eventually she was arrested for possession of a controlled substance. John Carroll made the charge go away. The price for that was Anna's hand in marriage. John was gay. A wife and children helped to hide his proclivity. Christian reluctantly agreed. Anna hugged her husband, her heart beating rapidly at nearly being caught. "John, this is the new bartender, Todd. Todd my husband, John." John brushed past his wife and strode quickly to the bar. Smiling broadly, he extended his arm across the bar. When Todd stretched out his hand, John grasped it firmly and shook it vigorously. "Please to meet you, Todd." John extended his hand. Todd grasped it and nodded. John held the handshake for a heartbeat longer than was necessary. When Todd withdrew his hand, John let his fingers slide across Todd's palm. A silent alarm went off in Todd's head. John Carroll was at a minimum bisexual if not gay. Twenty two years of foster homes and surviving on the road taught him to recognize people for what they were. Todd considered himself straight. However, he had no hang ups about bisexuality. He wondered if Anna knew about her husband.