Autocorrect wasn't going to screw up this conversation. I needed to hear from Melissa own mouth. I dialed her number and held the phone close to my ear and mouth. My fingers rapidly drummed on the table as several rings blared in my ear waiting for Melissa to answer.

"Pick up, dammit," I swore into the receiver. The phone was still ranging until I heard loud music raping my ear.

"Yeah?" She answered. I could barely hear her as the music of her trade overpowered her voice.

The music was driving me crazy. I had trouble hearing myself and really had trouble hearing her. "Step out of the club," I ordered. "I need to talk to you."

"No time," she explained. "I'm about to go on. What's the problem?"

"Your mother is here."

"No shit," she said. "He is meeting her there. That's why we picked this bar."

"She could get in the way."

"Make sure she doesn't get in the way," Melissa warned. "I know where the bodies are kept."

"Are you fucking threating me?" I whispered into the phone.

She must have been scared because there was a short pause before she answered. "Sorry," she replied. "Just don't hurt my mother. Shit, I got to go." The phone went dead.

I kept glancing over at Beth. Her picture didn't do her justice. Damn, she is a straight up MILF. Melissa got some good genes. The bar door flew opened and Beth, the bartender and myself were the only ones whose eyes darted in that direction of the door.

"Holy shit!" I said under my breath. "He is one sexy old son of a bitch." My eyes inspected every feature of him. He grew out his salt and pepper hair, it was no longer in a crew cut. It had a more long and wavy style that came down to his shoulders. His grey stubble beard and mustache were trimmed perfectly. He was wearing a button-up shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing parts of his hairy chest. The shirt was tucked into his loose-fitting faded jeans. He had a medium built. I was lost went I saw those gorgeous dark blue eyes. Fuck! This asshole is making my panties wet. He smiled when he saw Beth. Dammit, even his smile was a sexy.

His boots echoed in the bar as he walked to Beth's table and the two gave each other a long embrace and quick kiss on each other cheeks. I didn't see any evidences of a past abusive relationships, but looks could be deceiving. They sat across from each other. I could not hear what they were saying, but it appeared not to be an unpleasant conversation. She giggled several times and placed her hand on his. Her skirt rode up her legs as she crossed them. She slowly twirled several strands of her hair during the whole conversation.

How can I play this? I mean this looks like a date. Maybe, they are trying to rekindle something. I walked over to the bartender and got another beer, but I made sure I was in his sight. Maybe he would pay some attention to me, but it didn't work. Hell, he wasn't paying attention to anyone in the bar, expect for her, which pissed me off. What the fuck? I was wearing a short tight skirt, fuck-me pumps and a sleeveless midriff crop top and got no attention? What did I have to do?" Jump on the table take off my panties and fingerbang myself? With my luck, he would just move my legs to the side and grab a coaster and walk back to his seat.

I placed my beer on the table and walked over to the restroom, but before I entered. I gave one last glanced over my left shoulder to see if he was paying attention. His eyes were still focused on her. Damn! No luck. I shoved opened the door and slammed it behind me.

I grabbed my phone out of my tiny black purse, which was pretty much a wallet with a shoulder strap, and started to call Melissa to abort the mission. Before I could enter the last two digits, Beth walked into the restroom. Shit!

"You been staring at my husband all night long," Beth commented as she walked me into the wall. "Are you his girlfriend?" Her five foot eight frame towered over me as she placed her arms over my shoulders as her palms slapped against the wall. I was trapped. I needed a plan to get out of this.

I smiled and twirled several strands of my hair with my index finger. "Who said I was staring at him." I rose my eyebrows.

A smirk appeared on her lips. "Are you only into chicks?" Her brown eyes scanned my outfit as well as my body. "Or are you into dicks too?"

I'm going to run with this. "I do like a nice cock from time to time. The rough hard pounding between my legs. I bet you know the feeling." My green eyes scanned her tall lean body. "But I do like a nice piece of warm apple pie." My lips curled into a full smile.

She chuckled. "You're pretty. Love your freckles." Her hands caressed my bare skin as of my arms. I felt my heart skip a beat. To be honest, it was a scary feeling. "My husband is an asshole, I left him several years ago. He was an abusive prick. But, we always hook up on our anniversary."

"Why hook up with your ex-husband, especially when he is an asshole?" I questioned.

"Because he makes my raspberry swirl every time," she answered followed by a giggle. "Trust me, he will fully satisfy you and me. Are you interested? It would be a nice present for him."

What the fuck? How did I get to this? A fucking threesome with my best friend parents? That sounds like a name of a very bad or a very good porn. This wasn't the plan. Fuck! "Okay," I answered with the surety of a golfer hitting a hole in one on a par five hole.

She took my hand. "Come, let's meet William." She led me out of the restroom and took me to their table.

"Who is your friend?" William asked. His voice was gruff, but it had a slight charm to it.

"I'm Pitch." I extended my hand to him.

He took my hand and planted a long soft kiss on my knuckles. "Pitch is a very interesting name for such a beautiful young lady."

"Thank you," I replied. "Of course, it is a nickname." I pulled a chair from another table and sat down between them. He smiled at me and his eyes wandered to my face, my breasts and then finally to my legs, especially as I crossed them, forcing my short skirt to ride even higher on my thighs. Now, this motherfucker noticed me.

Beth leaned towards the center of the table. She flashed a glanced at me and back to her husband. "How are we going to do this?"

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My head spun as the booze coursed through my soul. Our bodies tangled into a single being. Voices rang out in unison as the passion and lust covered us. My head flew back as her hands caressed my tits and her lips and tongue blessed the side of my neck. She pulled me down as my back felt the tenderness of her breasts. He opened my legs. My wetness exposed my desire to have him inside of me. He moved my hips closer as a fullness of his cock entered me. I let out a moan and a sign of relief as his stiffness massaged me.

After the first couple of thrusts, Beth said, "Come on, Willie. Fuck her!"

She had already been satisfied by him, so it was my turn. She held my arms as his paced increase and his thrust forced between my legs. She slipped from underneath me as he focused his attention on me. He raised my legs over his shoulders as he drilled me harder. He stamina was unreal. My moans filled the room as our bodies dug into the mattress. I readjusted my legs around his lower back as he leaned on top of me. His strokes were strong. Our bodies were in tune. My arms clung around him as my nails clawed into his flesh. I didn't know where Beth went. At this moment, I didn't give a shit. Beth got hers. He was fucking me raw and rough, but I loved it. He didn't call me names or slap me. I heard his grunts and moans. Then, I heard Beth's voice.

"Enjoy," she said as she walked out the door and slammed behind her.

He lifted his head. "Now, we can really get into it."

My eyes widened as my soul went to a dark place as I said my trigger word. "Yes, Daddy." Before I could react, he was already in his dark place.