Joan wore the same outfit as on her first night working as a bartender: a tight, partially buttoned white blouse and short shorts, a very sexy and seductive outfit that helped her achieve all her goals the night before. She wondered what the patrons were thinking: had they heard about last night's erotic evening at the club? If so, what were they expecting from her tonight?

As Joan entered the club, a loud cheer rang out from the golfers in the clubhouse, welcoming her. They knew!

She set up the bar for the large number of golfers coming in and adjusted the lighting and music to make the clubhouse warm and welcoming.

Joan checked herself out in the mirror; yes, she looked hot and sexy. She was ready to work the club, introducing herself to all the patrons and making sure everyone had what they needed, as far as drinks and comfort were concerned.

Joan made her way among the tables and patrons. At each table, she moved in close, her body sometimes touching the men. They seemed excited to have her as their bartender and host for the evening, and they showed it with their comments, some complimentary, others suggestive. They were there for a good time, and Joan was definitely part of that plan.

As Joan moved back to the bar to fill the orders she had taken, she realized that the club was filling up fast. She wondered whether she would be able to handle all the guests while still giving them a fun, exciting time.

Joan moved back out into the large group of guests gathered at the club, carrying a tray full of drinks. It must have taken her fifteen minutes to serve out the drinks while making small talk with men. The men seemed very excited and wanted her to spend more time with them. As they all checked out her outfit, they did not hide their interest in her. The more time she spent at their table, the more aggressive the conversation got between her and the men.

A warm glow enveloped her body as she realized the expectations these men were holding for their evening's entertainment, and she knew they included her.

Joan was back at the bar, filling more orders, when she finally realized she needed some help. She picked up the phone and called Jen, her neighbor. "Jen, I don't know what you have for plans this evening, but I have an opportunity for you and need some help as well. I am filling in over at the golf club for two nights, and I guess I made quite an impression last night, because the club is packed tonight. Put on your sluttiest outfit and please come over and help me take care of all these horny men with drinks and entertainment. Know! You do not need to shower; just come on over and be prepared for anything."

Jen screamed, "I will be there in thirty minutes, ready and willing to do whatever you need. I was thinking of you when the phone rang; I wondered what you were doing. My husband is gone on business this week, so this will be perfect."

Joan kept serving the guests, keeping the banter up, and promising them that you had something special planned for this evening.

Jen burst through the club door and was amazed by how many men were there. Joan pulled her aside. "I love your outfit, and I am sure the men will as well. That tube top really puts you out there, and your cut-off jean shorts reveal your thighs all the way to your horny pussy. You look so fucking hot; I can't wait to get you out among these excited golfers. They're going to go wild over you. Do you need any help making drinks?

Jen assured her she could handle the men and the drinks. "That's great, so you take that side of the room, and I will take this side. Do whatever is needed to keep these men happy, while satisfying the lust growing inside of you as well. We are on our own. Jen nodded with a big smile across her face as she turned to mix and serve the men on her side of the room.

Joan went out with another tray of drinks for a rambunctious table. The men were really worked up as she leaned in to hand out their drinks; the next thing she knew, she was sitting in the lap of a dark, handsome stranger, his hands caressing her body. Joan spoke, "You naughty man, getting me all aroused when I should be working. I have a lot of guests to take care of; you can not have me all to yourself, although I am sure I would enjoy your attention."

The gentleman released his grip on Joan as he helped her back onto her feet. With a big, naughty smile on his face, he spoke, "We will see, my lady; maybe you will have more time for my special needs later as the club empties. I think that the other woman you brought in to help is hot as well. She definitely is getting a lot of attention over there; I bet she gets more than tips before the evening ends."

Joan gave the gentleman a big smile and a kiss on his cheek, her hand caressing his chest, as she turned and sashayed away with a suggestive ass wiggle. She had many other guests who wanted her personal attention and needed their drinks refreshed.

As Joan was making another tray of drinks, she looked up to see how Jen was doing. She was nowhere in sight, and then she noticed a large round table with a group of men lying back in their chairs. Sure enough, Jen was under the table, servicing the whole table of men with orgasming blow jobs. Joan thought, well, I did tell her to entertain the guests; she is turning into a real slut just like me.

Jen slid out from under the table as Joan carried a tray of drinks by her, with cum drooling from her lips and down onto her tube top. She gave Joan a naughty smile as she picked up her tray and headed for another table. Joan did not have time to comment to Jen, as her guests were waiting for her and their drinks. Joan thought, well, I did ask her to help; there is no way I could handle all these randy gentlemen by myself. This is going to be one hot night here in the club.

Joan continued to the rowdy table waiting for her and their drinks. She reached up with her free hand and undid two more buttons on her blouse, her excited breasts now exposed and falling out of her blouse, her erect nipples pushing through the thin material, as they brushed against the men as she passed out the drinks. The men were stunned into silence for a minute, not expecting her to expose herself so blatantly in front of them all.

The men at the table went crazy with suggestive comments and lots of touching. Joan wondered how she would handle the situation she had created; she knew she was losing control. She was so glad she had called Jen in to help; the whole room was bursting with men filled with testosterone.

The men got up from the table and surrounded Joan. "We think it's time for you to take a break, tell your friend over there she has the helm, and come with us to the golf cart shed so we can take care of our needs and yours."

Joan hesitated for a minute before yelling across the room, "Jen, I am going on break, so take care of my guests until I return. I know it's a lot, but I am sure you can handle the situation."

Jen watched as the six men took Joan by the arms and lifted her into the air. Her blouse was now hanging wide open, exposing her breasts, and her shorts half off and stained with excited juices from her cunt. Everyone in the club took notice as the men carried Joan out the door, heading for the shed.

Several men cleared a workbench, as others stripped Joan's clothes off while commenting, "You hot bitch, you have been teasing us all evening, and now you get what you so badly want, a gang fuck."

Joan protested mildly, "You guys don't have the balls to fuck me in a way that satisfies the heated desires flowing through my body. You have no idea how to fuck a real woman; you're just used to fucking your wife, who is pretending she orgasmed when you fuck her. I want three of you to fuck all my holes at once until I explode in a cum and piss squirting orgasm. Only if you guys can accomplish that, will I let you fuck me until you climax, filling me with your seed."

It went quiet in the shed for a minute, then a rousing yell came from the guy's lips, "Listen bitch, you will orgasm when we are ready, not your decision, and yes, we will all fuck the hell out of you, including the big black guy, so shut up and spread your legs, you're getting royally fucked." And they did just that!

Joan was wildly fucked in every opening, and yes, she did explode in a cum and piss squirting orgasm. She does not remember much about the gang fuck, only that it was quite intense; she had really worked these guys into a fuck frenzy; they were like wild animals eating their prey.

When the six men were completely satisfied, they disappeared, leaving Joan alone and naked, covered in cum and piss, with several hundred-dollar bills stuck to her body. She finally sat up and found a towel, wiping the cum and piss from her fucked body, her head still spinning. She found her clothes and pulled them on, stuffing the sticky money into her stained shorts. She wiped down the bench and put the tools back. Joan did not want the workers to know what had happened in their shed.

Joan made her way back to the clubhouse; loud cheering was coming from inside. She swung open the back door, and what did she see? Jen, stripped naked, dancing on a table in the middle of the room, a drink in her hand, as the crowd cheered her on and threw money at her.

Jen saw Joan enter and just waved at her with a big smile. When the dance was over, she met Joan behind the bar. "Well, you told me to take care of the guests, and I did. I see you got royally fucked as well. I promised the crowd one more round of drinks before we closed, so help me with that, please. I have a bunch of the guys coming over to my place after we close, something about wanting to show me their gratitude for all my hard work tonight. You're invited as well, so I hope to see you there."

Joan could not believe what she just saw and heard, but she had asked for Jen's help, and everything was in order as they closed up the club. The club had done well, with record sales, and they both had received large tips, and now she and Jen were going to a party they did not have to host, with a bunch of horny men looking for sexual relief. What more could they ask for?