I found myself in a suburban north American town visiting distant family. Pleasant enough but entirely wholesome and a bit dull. They suggested a night out Bowling nearby. The place was tacky and stale and the whole town was there: from the dadbods drinking at the Sports Bar to screaming children playing arcade games. But the place was staffed entirely by hot, college girls back home for summer. Their uniforms were jean shorts and tight fitting black tops that left little to the imagination. In the heat of serving half drunk guys and groups of families ordering mountains of food, they all glistened with sweat. They passed each-other winks and knowing looks about grabby customers and flirted with each-other behind the bar.

I went up to ask for some water. I suddenly realised how strong my English accent stood out when I asked for ‘wartur’. The bargirl eyes lit up. ‘Where are you from?’ ‘London.’ I replied cheerfully. She leaned in and squeezed her elbows in to push her already tight and firm breasts over the bar to my face ‘what the hell are you doing here? Did you get lost?’ I looked around and leaned in and whispered ‘I’m planning to escape. I can take you with me, but you’ll have to make it worth my while.’ She chuckled and let out a deep laugh. She nodded for me to get back to my lane for me to bring a pitcher of water.

I sat and watched her work the bar. She was tall, leggy and built like a ballerina. A brunette with pouty lips and big brown eyes. Her breasts and hips were drawn by a cartoonist. She’d look amazing sucking dick. I caught myself gazing and she saw me. She whispered something to her blonde friend working the till who glanced over giving and laughed something back as she gently whipped her table cloth across the brunette’s ass.

Brunette sauntered over ‘I’m Alexis by the way.’ Her name tag said Sarah. ‘That’s not what the badge says’ I said. She effortless straddled over pushing her ass to my face leaned over and poured. From here I could see her lips peek through her shorts. She wasn’t wearing underwear. I was in a trance when she looked over her shoulder dead in my eyes and said ‘all the girls just use what we want around here. You can use us like that as well. We’re here to serve.’ She then purposefully tipped the glass over my thigh drenching me.

‘Oh damn, you’re all wet. I’m sooo sorry. Let me make it up to you and freshen you up. There are fresh towels in the cupboard over there. Come with me.’ I couldn’t tell whether this was instruction or a request, but while my party lost sight of me enthralled in their bowling, Alexis took me by the hand and led me to the storage room. She twirled around as she opened the door and beckoned me in.’

The door slammed shut.