Dive Bar DP
A double shot of cum
“Last call!” Jasmin yelled out from behind the bar.
She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, the heat was almost unbearable now. She reached down and undid another button on her red and black flannel shirt. It would not have been her first choice, but when you work in a honky-tonk in the middle of Nashville you have to dress the part.
Her push-up bra accentuated her large breasts, making her C’s look more like DD’s. She was still amazed at the difference it made in her tip count. The truth was men loved tits. They loved seeing a hot chick with hot tits serve them their second, third, fourth drink of the night. They liked to be flirted with. Jasmin would flash them her beautiful smile — with her sky blue eyes and strawberry blonde wavy hair and they would just about empty their wallets into her tip jar. She played a role. Some nights she was a counselor, other nights a hard ass, and on nights like this one, well, she played something else entirely.
Jasmin was horny and had been eyeing two cowboys in the corner since they had waltzed in at 8 pm.
One was a muscular white man with tattoos up and down his arms. He had clean-cut dirty blonde hair from what she could see. By her guess, he was probably in his early 30’s. His friend was a much taller man with caramel-colored skin and a…
