Mainly, his cock. Thick and juicy and…

"Mmmmmmmmm," she whispered, feeling the insides of her pussy churn.

"You say something?" Randy asked. "Another drink?"

Debby was about answer yes, but was interrupted when a lumbering giant of a man squeezed in beside her. And to her horror, she felt his rough hand on her ass.

"Hey, baby, let's me and you get outta this joint and fuck our eyes out," he said in a deep voice.

Debby whirled around and shot the man a look full of loathing. He was one of those bikers she'd noticed when she'd first come in the place. They had stood out like a sore thumb in the mass of people dressed in jeans and cowboy hats. This one was the meanest looking one of the lot, which was really saying something.

She was overcome with rage. Without thinking, she flung the rest of her drink in his face. The ice cubes popped off his forehead and hit the bar with a tinkle. A stream of amber colored fluid ran down his face.

At first, Debby thought he was going to hit her or grab her around the throat and choke her to death. She had never seen such hatred in a man's face before.

To her surprise, however, his features softened and he gave her a vampire-like smile.

"Sorry," he said, "I guess I read you wrong."

"You sure as hell did," Debby answered, her voice brittle.

After the man left her side, she looked in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar and saw him return to his table, then leave with his friends. They glanced back at her, and for some reason she couldn't understand, nodded.

"Nasty bunch," Randy said. "I'm glad you took care of it. I don't think I could have taken on all six of them. Let me get you another drink."

About an hour later, Debby had forgotten all about the incident. She had other things to think about. Like what was going to happen between her and Randy in a few minutes. Her pussy was quivering, oozing warm cunt juice into her cunt hairs. And with each drink, she became more excited, savoring the delicious torture of waiting.