Tara wouldn’t normally wear a dress exposing so much cleavage, but as she busted through the door of a lightly decorated Roper’s bar to meet her bestie, Cassie, she felt like they were the sexiest women in the entire city. Cassie was chatting it up with the burly, white bartender while sipping from a glass filled with clear liquid. The ladies locked eyes and scuttled toward each other on their high heels before exchanging hugs and kisses on each cheek.“Girl, you look the fuck good,” Cassie said, holding Tara’s shoulders at arm’s length. “Them big ass titties are tittying. Turn around, lemme see that booty.”Tara raised her hands straight above and twirled while gyrating, with the “ooohs” coming from Cassie.“I told you when you put everything together, this shit would hit.” Cassie held Tara’s hand and led her to the bar.“Yeah, you were right,” Tara said. “Got to hand it to ya.” She pointed at the drink on the counter. “I know you ain’t start on them drinks already?”“No, girl.” Cassie took a sip. “This is a Sprite.”Tara nodded in greeting the just past middle-aged bartender Cliff. He smiled, scanned her voluptuous body and asked, “Now that you’re both here, care for anything stronger?”“I’ll go with Vodka and Cranberry,” called Tara. Cassie mirrored the order.They sat around, chatting in the empty space for another thirty to forty-five minutes, and periodically checked their mobile phones when Tara asked, “I might be overthinking, but shouldn’t some of the ladies be here by now?”“Relax,” Cassie said. “You know the time on these invites is just to give people an extra hour before they finally start arriving.”Tara decided to take Cassie’s advice, and they continued conversation about their plans going forward now that their divorces from their unfaithful husbands were official. The audacity of those men to run around with their tomfoolery for so many years was the most insulting part of it all. After a healthy session of bashing their exes, they checked at the ninety-minute mark of Tara’s arrival.“Alright, even I think this is a little odd,” Cassie said. “Gimme a sec.”Cassie called one of the invitees on her mobile and placed her on speaker.“Hey,” Cassie said, “where you at?”“We’re at the bar looking for you,” said the voice on the other line with some chatter in the background.“I don’t know what bar you at, but me and Tara been here for almost two hours, and we ain’t see none of y’all.”“We got here five minutes ago, and it’s just some dude grumbling about his idiot friends not being here.”“Hey,” Tara chimed in, “we didn’t invite any guys. You sure you at Roper’s bar?”“Yeah,” said the lady on the phone, “here at Pike Place.”“It’s Pike’s Place.”“No, the invite said Pike Place, so that’s where we are.”“Ah shit,” Cliff said, so Tara and Cassie spun around with querying looks on their türk casino siteleri mugs. “There’s a second Roper’s at Pike Place that my brother runs. When we were younger, we thought it’d be funny to have two branches with the same name at similar-sounding addresses.”“Oh Jesus.” Tara held her forehead and paced.“How far out is that from here?” Cassie asked.Cliff grimaced before he said, “About a two-hour drive.”Cassie released a few choice expletives, whereas Tara sat and dropped her face into her palms.“Really sorry, ladies,” Cliff said.“You heard that?” Cassie asked, directing her question to her phone.“Yeah. I’ll talk to the girls here and ask what they want to do,” said the lady on the other line. “No matter the answer, I’ll be there for you gals.”After the ladies said their goodbyes, Cliff nodded at his surveillance feed behind the counter and said, “There’re some youngsters on the cameras out there looking like they’re unsure if they can come in or not. Choice is yours.”An irritated Cassie stomped behind the bar – to the stammering of Cliff’s weak protests – and her demeanour grew positive as she viewed the live footage and said, “Daaamn.”“What?” Tara asked.“They got some fine-ass looking men out there. Look young, though. Probably college boys.”Tara shrugged at Cassie. “So what?”“I think we should let ‘em in.”“The girls may still be coming, though.”“Even if they do, it’ll take two hours. And somebody besides you and Cliff needs to be seeing my fine ass like now. No offense.”Tara sighed. “Sure, why not? Girls’ night’s screwed anyway.”“Come on, Tar, don’t be like that. Lemons outta lemonade, remember?”Tara turned to the bar and ordered another Vodka and Cranberry while the bassy voices of young males grew closer when Cassie opened the entrance. When Tara swiveled around on the stool, the youngsters were drawn to the visual of the sexily dressed ladies, but on top of that were layers of confusion.“Hey, is Dave here yet?” one from the entourage asked.“No Dave here, son,” Cliff said.As if a Xerox copy of the divorce party’s situation, the youngster called his mate, and at that point, Tara and Cassie were convinced their lives were scripted.“We’re at the wrong fucking spot,” said the youngster, which made his comrades groan. After Cliff explained it would take two hours to get to the correct location, they grumbled.The blame game was thrown every which way between the twelve young men, and Tara sulked, craving the divorce party she felt she so rightly deserved. The celebration of her newly reclaimed freedom slipped through her fingers with every passing second. Almost like the fading pulse of her marriage before she, along with Cassie, discovered their husbands’ mutual cases of infidelity. During this cloud of self-pity, she locked eyes with en sağlam casino siteleri a handsome youngster who sat quietly, unlike the others, and observed the happenings like she did. They shared a light giggle from across the room, but that one tender moment out of a thousand fuck ups was interrupted by Cassie’s yelling.“Enough!” Cassie shouted. “Look, it’s clear as day that we all messed up. Our girls are at y’alls thing, and y’all at our thing. Instead of bitching and moaning, let’s make the most of it. You were gonna be shooting the shit, drinking and having a general good time, right?”The freshly attended grunted their approval.“And, Tara, we wanted the same thing, right?”Tara nodded after another heavy sigh.“So let’s stop all the pissin’ and complainin’ and have a fun ass time.” Cassie ran up to Cliff, whispered into his ear, and he walked away and started up the stereo set where the karaoke machine was situated. Contemporary hip-hop blared through the speakers, which the racially diverse group of men appreciated and bobbed their heads to it. Cassie dragged Tara by the hand and into the crowd, who seemed shy initially, but after a while, everyone danced, and a smile even crept across Tara’s face.It didn’t take long for the drinks to start flowing, along with Cassie’s advisement to drink water in between to avoid any nasty hangovers. All throughout, the handsome stranger from earlier kept his eye on Tara, and when she looked, he’d veer away, so she decided to approach him as he sat by himself.“Hi,” she said before sitting.“Hi,” he replied.“Noticed you’re not mingling like the others.” She leaned forward in faux conspiratorial fashion. “And you keep checking me out. There is another hot chick in the room, just sayin’.”The young man chuckled and said, “Busted.” This drew a laugh from both, and he continued, “I’m more friends with the host of the party we were supposed to be at than those guys.”“Hmm, okay. So you all don’t go to the same college?”“How’d you figure we were in college?”Several of the other gentlemen began burping the alphabet, and Cassie’s raucous laughter pierced the air from letter ‘C’ to ‘P’.“No need to answer that,” the young man said, and Tara immediately giggled. “I go to a different college, though – name’s Eddie.” He extended his hand over the table.“I’m Tara.” She shook his hand, then slowly slid hers out of his grasp. The texture was soft but firm. “So were you ever planning to come up and talk to me, Eddie?” Tara raised her hand to show her naked ring finger. “Not like anything’s stopping you.”“Damn, a brotha can’t be shy no more?”“You look anything but shy.”They both flashed a mouthful of white and continued conversing about what they did and even veered into the reasoning behind Tara’s divorce. Meanwhile, canlı casino siteleri Cassie flirted with the remainder of the group and was the literal centre of attention as some held her hips from the rear, snuggled up behind her and left her giggling. Tara would’ve been worried Cassie was drunk, but the latter never drank heavily and was effortlessly friendly; just during her respective marriage, the volume neared zero in contrast to that very moment. A bolt of sadness ached Tara’s chest at the social years Cassie abandoned for the sake of respecting her marriage and not being her naturally flirtatious self. Could Cassie have found Mr. Right by now, or just a ton of Mr. Right-thens? The choice was taken away from her – from them.“Seems Cassie’s having the time of her life over there,” Eddie said.“Should I save her?”“Don’t know a lot about those boys, so I’d make up an excuse to snatch her for a minute and see what’s up.”Tara nodded and went over to Cassie, broaching the subject of performing karaoke. The duo chose 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted and Cassie would rap 2pac’s lyrics, and Tara would do Snoop’s. When they both got into the act, it was a sexier portrayal than the original artists ever gave of the song live, with their bodies bending and jutting out their plumper assets, which sent the male spectators wild.After their performance, others did their own bits, ranging from R&B to Heavy Metal and even Country. A lot of whooping and hollering along with flirting between Cassie and the remainder of the group, and Tara and Eddie persisted.“Damn, that’s crazy,” Eddie said to Tara as they were seated once again while the patrons took a break from the live mic.“Years, my and Cassie’s husbands were fucking the interns at their workplace,” Tara said. “And to think the new boss was who spilled the beans on them.”Eddie’s eyes lowered to her ample breasts, then made eye contact and said, “I can’t see why anyone would want to cheat on you.”“Looks aren’t everything. Some guys just can’t get enough of what other women are offering.”The party’s soundtrack switched to nineties R&B and when Tara looked around, Cassie had a mouthful of one of the men’s tongues while his compatriot snuggled behind, rubbing her hips and ample derriere. Another was at her side kissing her neck, and the last was knelt, kissing her thighs and raising her dress.“Whoaa,” Tara said, raising her brows. “What the hell’s going on?”“Not sure, but I think your friend’s got the lead on you.” He rocked back and took a swig of beer.“We’re not in competition… oh.” When Tara peered over in Cassie’s direction again, her friend had squatted in a semi-circle of masculinity who collectively unbuckled their pants.“Hey,” Cliff said, lowering the volume on the stereo. “Just because in here’s windowless doesn’t mean you can do whatever ya want. But if that’s what’s going to be happening, then I want in. If not, everyone take a hike.”“Get cha ass over here,” Cassie said, beckoning the bartender with her finger. His mature features crinkled when he grinned, and he jogged lightly to the group surrounding Cassie and unbuckled his pants, too.
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