"I think you should kiss my c**k, Miss Bell. It's all right no-one can see: you're behind the bar," Kevin said, breathing heavily. He stepped back, unzipped his trousers and released his ugly grubby erection, waving it at her.
Claire was astounded. Did Kevin really ask his bar maids to kiss his c**k? Again she waited for Bobby to step in but he just smiled at her, his misshapen discoloured teeth grossing her out. It looked like she'd just have to go through with it.
She took a breath, knelt down and gave his c**k a quick sticky peck, leaving a red lipstick mark on the tip.
"Very good, Miss Bell," Kevin groaned before grabbing her by the back of her head and pushing himself past her lips and into her mouth.
Claire, her stunning green eyes wide in surprise, made some inarticulate noises
