Moonlit Maize - Part 1


The heavy lock turned with a loud clunk as Jessy closed the front
doors to the pool hall.

"Finally! Just a few more closing items and we're out of here,"
she said to her closing partner Bronwen.

"And what a night it was," Bronwen replied, sifting through the
change from the tip jar, counting and changing in the coins for
larger bills. "Looks like we pulled in $382 in tips between the
two of us."

"Cool. I could really use the money. I need to buy Christmas
presents for my family by Thanksgiving." Jessy walked around the
room checking for stray pool balls, empty beer bottles and spit
cups, before getting out the vacuum cleaner to do a quick
cleaning of the black carpet.

"Why Thanksgiving?" Browen asked as she sorted the empty beer
bottles and washed the few remaining glasses.

Jessy stepped on the button on the vacuum cleaner to silence it.
"What was that?"

"I was just wondering why you needed to buy your gifts by
Thanksgiving?"

"That's when my brother and sister and their kids fly into town
and we have our big family get-together. With their kids, they
all like to have Christmas at their home. Being the baby of the
family, I don't get much voice in when our family celebrates
holidays. Y'know... I have no kids or anyone else, but I do have
to drive home to Hartford and put on the happy family face for
Thanksgiving."

"Well, its nice your family gets together, anyway. My family
doesn't do anything together, not that we've ever really been all
that much 'together' anyway."

Jessy nodded her understanding and went back to her vacuuming.
When she was done, she packed the vacuum away in the closet and
looked over the room. Bronwen had done all the dishes, counted
down the register and dropped the deposit for the night. Jessy's
half of the tip jar was laid out on the bar for her.

"So, Jessy, what brought you to Bennington in the first place?"

"I followed a guy up here who was going to Southern Vermont
College. He dropped out and dropped me all at the same time."

Bronwen nodded and smiled a knowing smile. "So why are you still
here?"

"That's a good question. I don't want to go home, but Bennington
sucks. There's nothing to do here."

"Except Sue Z Cues."		

"Right, except Sue Z Cues. But we work here. It's cool Danielle
hired us and all, not being 21 yet. I love this scene. But its
2am and I'm still looking for something to do. All our customers
drove to New York an hour ago to keep drinking and partying.
Don't you ever still want to do something after work?"

Bronwen hefted the empty keg of Cider Jack on her shoulder and
walked it over to the cellar door. "You can tell you ain't from
around here, Jessy." and she disappeared behind the door.

Jessy listened as Bronwen's footsteps faded. She heard the clang
of the keg hitting the cold floor and Bronwen's steps coming back
up the stairs.

Bronwen opened the door and looked at Jessy. "Well, are you just
going to sit there, or are you going to help me carry the rest of
the empty kegs and cases down the stairs?"

Jessy quickly picked up three empty cases as Bronwen grabbed
another two empty kegs. Bronwen had been working here at Sue Z
Cues for two years now. Next week, on Halloween, was her 21st
birthday. Jessy looked at her bartending mentor as they walked
down the stairs. They were about the same height at around 5' 7",
but Bronwen had long blonde hair and a well endowed chest. Like
the other bartenders, she wore short cut shirts and a low slung
mini-skirt so both her navel piercing and her sacral tattoo
displayed proudly as she reached up for new liquor bottles and
bent over into the cooler for beers. Danielle had never made any
secret about the fact she liked to hire good looking bartenders -
both male and female - to work behind the bar. It seemed to work
for Sue Z Cues. Even without a bouncer, there was never a fist
thrown and working the bar was always fun.

Jessy was flattered she had been hired when she thought about the
other bartenders. She didn't have the blonde hair or boobs to
boast of that Bronwen brought to the job, but she had her own,
high cheeked, dark haired beauty about her. She was more evenly
proportioned, almost a little on the boyish side. Sue Z Cues
attracted an alternative crowd in addition to the pool players.
Since she started two months ago, Jessy had actually been hit on
by more women than men in this small Vermont town.

At first it bothered her. She wasn't attracted to women, and she
complained to Danielle. Her boss's reaction wasn't exactly what
she had expected.

"Well, Jessy, I can't make you do anything you don't want to, but
our clients come from all different walks of life, and Sue Z Cues
does have quite the lesbian following. If it makes you
uncomfortable, politely tell them so. But, you know, flirting
never hurt anyone, and you'll make better money if you flirt with
ALL the customers."

When she told her boyfriend about her boss's instructions, his
response was even more further from her expectations.

"I don't want you working someplace where guys are hitting on you
all the time. Maybe you should apply to work at the Price
Chopper."

"Ray! It's a bartending job. It pays a lot better than working at
a grocery store. It's not like I sleep with any of the customers.
It's just flirting."

"Well, feel free to bring home any of the women you flirt with,
but I better never catch you flirting with the guys."		

Jessy consoled herself with the fact Danielle had wisely informed
her on hiring her, Ray was not welcome - or any other future
boyfriends - at the bar while Jessy was working. If he was going
to be her ride home, he could be there while she was closing, but
never while the store was open and she was working. "It is not
safe for your attentions to be on something other than your job
while you're bartending," Danielle explained. "Besides, you'll
sell more booze and make better tips if you at least seem
available."

Jessy found a lot of the rules of Sue Z Cues a bit strange. Some
seemed kind of weird, like the "no boyfriend" rule, while others
were exceptionally lenient. The day she was hired, Danielle
handed her a key to the place and told her she was welcome to use
the pool hall any time she wanted, so long as she cleaned up
after herself. She and Ray took advantage of that after smoking a
few joints one evening at their apartment.

"Don't you have a key to the pool hall?" he asked.

"Yeah." Jessy replied with a stoned giggle.

"Why don't we go down and play some pool."

"Ray, it's 3AM!"

"Exactly! No one will be there. We can play strip 9-Ball!!"

And that is exactly what they did. Jessy turned only the light on
over the pool table furthest from the door. No one outside,
should they be walking by that early in the morning, would be
able to see what was going on at the pool table.

Having free table time any time she wanted at the pool hall,
Jessy had become quite the shot, even after only two months.
Dropping the 3, 6 or 9 required the other person to remove an
article of clothing. Pretty soon, Ray was completely naked and
Jessy had lost her shirt and bra.

Ray walked around the table, reaching into the pockets as he
walked around the table, his penis wagging with his semi-stoned
swagger.

"That's it, Ray. You do a great job at the 'walk of shame.'"
Jessy taunted.

Ray started exaggerating this dip of his body as he reached into
the pockets, rolling the balls down to the foot of the table as
he retrieved them from the pockets. Returning to the foot of the
table, he spent a great deal of time bouncing the balls around in
the rack and pressing them tight with his hands. Not being
satisfied he repeated the procedure a number of times, finally
moving the rack up the table and away from the balls, spinning it
between the palms of his hands and reaching up to hang the rack
on the table lights. As he did, his dick slid up and laid on the
rail of the table.

"No breaking from that end of the table," Jessy scolded as she
stared at his erection reaching the edge of the cushion.

Ray looked down, and as he dropped down from his toes, his penis
fell off the rail and he laughed. "Not to worry, its your break
anyway. I think you might be hustling me, little lady."

Jessy took her game seriously. She picked up a house cue, set her
feet apart to balance her stance and started practice strokes on
the cue, aiming at the rack of balls on the foot spot.

Ray swaggered up to the head of the table, watching Jessy's small
boobs swing with the stroke of the cue as he walked up behind
her.

"I think you have been sharking me with those sexy boobs swinging
around on each break," he said as he reached around her torso and
covered each one with a hand.

Jessy stopped her practice strokes. "Maybe I'm stroking the wrong
thing as she moved her bridge hand to Ray's hard shaft. She
stroked it a few times and Ray groaned. The weed was wearing off,
but his horniness was increasing with the idea of being in this
public place alone with Jessy.

"I don't want to play 9 Ball anymore, Jessy," he said as he
started unzipping her jeans.

He fucked her as he laid her body over the head rail of the
table. Between the buzz she had going and the fact she was being
screwed in the place she worked by her boyfriend after hours, it
only took a few strokes before she started squeezing on Ray's
dick with her contractions. Her pussy walls clamping down on his
dick and the bright lights shining off her sweaty back put Ray
over the edge. He pumped away at her from behind until he pulled
out and dropped back against the wall behind him, exhausted by
the thrill of it all.

Jessy continued to lay exhausted over the table, her arms up over
her head stretched out across the table, cum dripping out from
between her legs down the table blinds. When she finally returned
to reality, the first thing that went through her head were
Danielle's words, "Be sure to clean up after yourself if you are
here outside our normal hours."

"So do you have any plans for the evening?"

Bronwen's voice brought Jessy back to the present as she moved
her gaze from table 8 where she and Ray had fucked only a month
ago to the eyes of her co-worker now sitting on the bar stool
next to her.

"I don't know. I'll probably go home, pop myself some pop corn,
watch a DVD I've seen a hundred times and get to sleep around 5."

Bronwen studied her co-worker. Could she trust Jessy?

"Okay, city girl, you can do that. Or..."

Bronwen now had Jessy's rapt attention.

"Or what, Bronwen?"

"Or I can introduce you to some country fun."

"Like what?"

Bronwen just looked into Jessy's green eyes. Sometimes these new
girls didn't want to bend what they saw as the rules.

"Let's call it a country dare. Do you trust me?"

"Should I trust you?"

"Probably not." Bronwen got up out of her seat and walked back
into the office. When she came back out she had in her hands a
scrap of felt left over from the recovering of one of the pool
tables. "But I promise you'll have a good time."

As Jessy stared at Bronwen a jolt ran through her body which
electrified her senses and concentrated in her pussy. "What's
happening?" she thought to herself as she looked at Bronwen from
head to toe. She had never really looked at another woman this
way. While many women had winked at her or asked her if she was
single in ways which she knew were not curious about her
relationship with men, she had to work at keeping a good
bartender demeanor. Now Bronwen, Sue Z Cues' blonde bar mistress
was standing in front of her with what looked like might become a
blindfold hanging from her right hand. She was wearing fuck-me
boots with 4" heals on top of a 2" platform which zipped up the
inside of each of her long, strong legs, ending just before the
bottom of her plaid mini-skirt. The skirt, when she bent over far
enough, gave a number of the evenings' customers a view of her
thong covered and shaved pussy. Even that grooming technique had
not escaped Jessy's straight-minded notice when they had worked
together in the past. Bronwen's short shirt, as always, showed
off her piercing and tattoo. This particular shirt was also cut
in a low swoop so her ample cleavage just about burst out of her
bra and through the top of her shirt. It's short sleeves clung
tightly to the biceps, just slightly larger than one would expect
on a woman like this, if only because they had become accustomed
to swinging full kegs like Jessy had only ever seen big guys and
Danielle, the bar owner, swing. Bronwen's face was adorned by a
huge mischievous smile that said both "we are going to have fun"
as well as "what we are about to do is probably illegal." With
that final assessment, Jessy knew what her response had to be.

"I'm all yours for the evening."

"Be careful what you wish for, Jessy," Bronwen chided as she
stepped behind her prey and, as expected, tied the table cloth
tight around her eyes, "you just might get it."

Bronwen tested the tension on the blindfold with a tug from the
back and waved her hand in front of Jessy's face to make sure she
couldn't see through the makeshift blindfold. Confident Jessy was
in her control, she leaned in to whisper in Jessy's ear.

"While some may think losing sight means something is taken away,
I want you to realize it can actually be a gift. Remember, dear
Jessy, it is better to give than to receive. Give up those eyes
for me for just a little while, and I'll show you things you
could never believe with your eyes."

Bronwen took Jessy's hands and led her to one of the bar stools.
She ushered the sight-deprived girl to sit for a moment and,
resting her hand on a shoulder, indicated she should wait for a
moment.

Without her sight, Jessy's other senses turned up to compensate.
She heard Bronwen's boots clunk a path to the cellar door and
walk down the stairs. Even with the door closed behind her, Jessy
could hear Bronwen open the walk-in cooler door and moments later
return back up the stairs. She could hear bottles clinking as
though Bronwen had returned with a case of beer.

"Where are your keys, Jessy?"

Jessy stood up off the stool and reached deep into her front
jeans pocket and retrieved a set of keys, handing them towards
Bronwen's voice.

"I'm going to go outside for a moment to move your truck into the
parking lot so it won't get towed from the street tonight. Then
I'll bring my car up in front of the door. You'll walk out with
me and I'll take you out tonight."

Bronwen paused and waiting for a response from Jessy. Hearing
none, but not noting any concern on her blindfolded friend's face
she continued.

"I want you to feel you can trust me, but I am also going to ask
you to do things you have probably never done before or maybe
even considered. Do you understand?"

Jessy nodded. The excitement of not knowing was building the
excitement in her body and she didn't want it to stop any time
soon. If she could trust Bronwen behind the bar where they could
both get hurt or even arrested with the tight liquor laws, she
intuitively felt she could trust Bronwen with almost anything.

"Some of my instructions will be oral, and sometimes, once I
remove your blindfold, they will be written. This dare is also a
bit of a game, and even though I am giving the instructions, you
can quit the game at any time and I won't think any less of you.
Do you understand?"

Jessy nodded again. The excitement between her legs had increased
so much she had to cross them tightly to keep control of them.

Jessy's movements were all observed by Bronwen. She smiled,
licked her lips in anticipation and continued. "So that you can
always feel you have control over this, even though I am making
the rules for our game as we go along, you are going to have an
escape word. Have you ever used an escape word?"

Jessy had not and she wagged her head to indicate so. It had
never occurred to her she might need such a thing. She had never
been with someone who had commanded her so powerfully and
completely - in any situation - and the prospect only intrigued
Jessy further.

"That's okay," Bronwen assured. "All it is is a word which we
both agree to in advance. Either one of us says the word and the
game stops. No questions. Tonight's escape word will be..."
Bronwen thought for a moment about where she was going to take
Jessy. "...apples."

Jessy nodded.

"Tell me what the escape word is," Bronwen commanded.

"Apples," Jessy answered.

"Good. The next time that word is spoken, it will be the escape
word. I don't think you will use it frivolously. Will you?"

"No, Bronwen, I will not use it frivolously."

"Excellent." Bronwen's knowing smile widened. "Wait there. I'll
be right back."

Jessy listened as Bronwen picked Jessy's keys up off the bar,
walked across the open room, unlocked the heavy bolt of the front
door, then locked it again after it closed behind her.

In an effort to not psych herself out about what was to come in
her evening, Jessy turned her remaining senses to her
environment. The room bore a dingy scent, a mixture of stale beer
and cigarette smoke which hung in the dampness of the cool autumn
air. There was another smell mingling with the familiar scent she
learned the first day she opened the bar by herself. It took her
a while to place it, but when she realized it was the scent of
her arousal, she shifted her attention to her ears. The cooling
fan of the draft cooler ticked against its metal side. Somewhere
down the room, she could hear the hum of a ballast from one of
the fluorescent lights around the room. She remembered hearing
the same sounds, equally intensified when she and Ray were in the
bar alone, under the influence of marijuana, as they were now
with her eyesight 'taken' from her. A gift, Bronwen had told her.
By giving her eyes to Bronwen, she was about to receive whatever
Bronwen was going to offer.

Jessy had wondered about Bronwen's preferences when she first met
her. In her two months at Sue Z Cues, she had never heard Bronwen
mention a boyfriend. Bronwen and Katrina, another of Sue Z Cues'
bartenders, were inseparable. They often hugged or held hands.
Jessy even knew the two would sometimes sleep together, but the
way they talked about it, it always seemed more innocent than
sexual. Besides, Katrina had a boyfriend and some of their
escapades had been entertaining talk while closing. Bronwen was
the free spirit of Sue Z Cues, and her tips showed it. Thinking
about Danielle's encouragement to flirt with everyone, Bronwen
seemed to have epitomized the flirtatious bartender Danielle
wanted behind her bar.