42. Dive Bar Sluts — Ever have one? How ‘Bout Two?

I was on a short stop at a marina on the east coast of Florida. The office manager had taken me to lunch, then back to her place. She had shown me her room where she and her group practiced and refined their BDSM techniques. Now I was back aboard wondering what to do for dinner.

I searched on my phone and found what appeared to be a satisfactory place a short taxi ride away. When I arrived, it was obvious that you can’t trust the internet. The place was a run down dive bar. The parking lot had half a dozen Harleys and some rusty beat up junkers, held together with duct tape and bailing wire.

Inside was dark and smelled of rank cigarette smoke, spilled beer and vomit. Some rough looking dudes in gang leathers played pool off to one side, skanky sluts hanging around idolizing them. The stools at the bar were mostly filled with dirty, greasy bums and trashy looking whores nursing their beers.

I decided to have one beer and go elsewhere. I sidled up to the bar taking an empty stool between two skanks. I ordered a beer and one slut said “you new around here? I don’t remember seeing you before.”

“Yeah, I just got into town on my boat. Leaving tomorrow.”

“A boat, huh? That sounds sexy. Ever give rides to people?”

“Not usually. Why? Did you want a ride?”

“Buy me a beer and you’ll find out.”

This whore was the best of the bunch, at least physically. Late 30s, stringy bleached blonde hair, dark roots showing, tight looking body with not much fabric covering it. Definitely fuckable. The slut to my left had long brown hair, way too much makeup, and was chubby. She interjected “buy me a beer and you’ll double your pleasure.” She gave me a challenging look.

I motioned to the barmaid for beers for “my ladies.” They both instantly became overly interested in me. The blonde put her hand on my thigh and the brunette put her hand on my upper back. The blonde spoke first.

“Where is this yacht you talk about?”

“Oh, it’s not a yacht.”

The brunette now: “When are we going for a ride?”

I didn’t see an easy way out of my predicament.