“So, the rule here is no hands,” Wyatt explained as women lined up at the bar. “You have to take the shot using just your mouth.”
All the women giggled and grinned at Wyatt as he added a little more whipped cream to Janessa's shot glass.
“Show me how you do it,” he told the women, winking at Aunt Suzette. Aunt Suzette was well over sixty and happily married, but she still blushed like a love-struck school girl.
“Oh, you,” Aunt Suzette giggled. She snuggled up to the bar, wrapped her lips around the shot glass, tipped her head back, and took it like a champ. She carefully set the glass down and then licked her lips. “Yum. Better than the real thing.”
Janessa howled with laughter. Katy stared, stunned. Aunt Suzette looked like the perfect church lady in a pale blue knit set and conservative skirt. She even had a pair of reading glasses hanging from a sparkly chain around her neck for reading the karaoke lyrics.
Wyatt cracked up from behind the bar as Aunt Suzette sashayed back to the karaoke stage.
“Bride's turn,” Brianna announced, pushing Janessa forward. “Gotta get your practice in.”
“Oh, I have plenty of practice,” Janessa assured her. Katy made a disgusted face and shook her head.
Janessa squared her body to the bar, took a deep breath, and bent forward. Whipped cream covered her face when she stood back up.
“Looks accurate to me,” Cassie quipped.
“That's how you know it was good.” Janessa managed a dignified blink before taking a napkin from the bar. She dabbed politely at the whipped cream near her eyebrow. “How about you show us how it's done, Cassie.”
Cassie looked up at Wyatt in time to see his pupils dilate and then constrict. He grinned at her, leaning against the bar with an interested look on his face.
Butterflies fluttered in Cassie's stomach. Everyone was waiting on her. She could do this. She'd never done this shot before, but if Aunt Suzette could manage to make it look easy, then Cassie could do a decent job.
Lorna elbowed in, pushing Cassie out of the way. “I'll show you how it's done.”
Lorna made eye contact with Wyatt the entire time as she bent over, showing him her displayed cleavage. She wrapped her ruby-red lips around the shot glass, moaning slightly as she tipped her head back and swallowed.
Lorna set the glass back down, licked the rim of the glass suggestively, and stood back up. She adjusted her strapless corset-top and ran a pink tongue over her red lips.
“I still have those strawberries,” she said to Wyatt, looking him up and down.
“I think it's Cassie's turn,” he replied, turning his body away from her and sliding a glass toward Cassie. He looked at Cassie and grinned. “I want to see how she takes it.”
The preference for Cassie was obvious. One of the drunker aunts snickered. “Oh man, he turned her down hard.”
Lorna's cheeks flamed even in the dim lights of the bar. Her chin rose, and her seductive look turned petulant. She glanced around the bar at the other bachelorette party guests and then turned and flounced off.
Inwardly, Cassie winced. This wasn't something Lorna was going to forgive or forget. Lorna did not do well with humiliation, especially when it came from someone she believed was beneath her.
But at that moment, Cassie didn't care. Wyatt was looking at her with green eyes that made her heart flutter and her thighs tremble. Her body remembered the orgasm. She hummed with the way his skin felt against hers.
It was time for a blow-job.
Cassie carefully situated herself in front of the shot glass. Now that she'd seen several people take the shot, she had an idea of how it would work. She was careful. She had a plan.
She lowered her head, wrapped her lips around the top of the shot glass, and lifted her head. The shot was delicious. Amaretto and Irish cream mixed with the creamy sweetness of the whipped cream as it slid down her throat. She swallowed and carefully returned the shot glass to the bar top.
“You missed a little,” Wyatt told her, reaching across the bar and wiping some whipped cream from the edge of her mouth. He then sucked that whipped cream from his fingers. Cassie flashed with heat.
Apparently, so did half the bar. Cassie could hear heavy breathing and appreciative murmurs from behind her. She glanced back to see Janessa and Brianna looking like proud parents. Lorna was glaring at her from a table.
“My turn,” one of Kyle's attractive aunts shouted. “And I know I'm going to get whipped cream on my face if that means the bartender will lick it off.”
The bar laughed, and the party resumed. Wyatt did not lick off the whipped cream from Kyle's aunt's cheek, but he did reach out and gently dabbed her face with a napkin. He was playing the part of a flirt, but it was obvious who he was actually interested in.
It was Cassie. Her knees trembled with the thought. He wanted her. He could have his pick of women in the room, and he chose her.