His hand was warm as his finger slipped up into her outer fold and pushed through her inner cuntslit. As though obeying some instinct, her ass rolled down and her hips rocked up as his fingers slipped deep into her cunt, bringing a wave of tingling warmth with it. Furtively, she glanced around. The drunken couple was oblivious. The skinny man at the table just looked amused.

Tony let his finger slip down, then he slowly ran it back up, crooked just inside her inner cuntlips.

"Oh!"

The electric flash jerked her hips forward as his fingertip touched the nub of her clit.

Donna stood with her cunt impaled on his finger until her breathing slowed, then she bent down and murmured in his ear, "What, do you want?"

"I want to see you after closing," he said.

"Get rid of your friend and we'll talk about it."

He nodded slightly and loosened his grasp on her asscheek. His hand was motionless as she straightened her legs, slipping her cunt up off his finger. Still smiling, she backed away and turned and walked behind the bar.

A few minutes later, she announced that it was closing time. When the last of the customers had gone, she locked the door.

Wondering if she'd done the smart thing, she strutted back to the table where Tony waited. She stopped in front of him and stood with her hands on her hips.

"Well, Tony," she said, "what did you want to see me about?"

Tony smiled and reached out, slid his hands up her thighs over her stockings and garters, inside her dress and grasped the soft flesh of her naked hips. His grip was firm but not hard enough to hurt.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in front of Bill," he said, "but I had to find out if you have what it takes."

"What it takes for, what?"

"What it takes to work in a better place than this."

She couldn't keep from laughing. "Any place is a better place than this. Well, do I have what it takes?"