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Authors: Reggie Chesterfield
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Red Hot Stories of Hardcore Erotica
ALSO BY REGGIE CHESTERFIELD
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Red Hot Stories of Hardcore Erotica
Reggie Chesterfield
Royal Cherry
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Copyright © 2012 by Reggie Chesterfield.
Published by Royal Cherry, an imprint of New Tradition Books.
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For the good beer.
Beer Fest
Hustlin
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“I’m so bored!” Amber cried as she snuck a sip of beer from her plastic cup. She winced as it went down her throat. It was horrible. And no matter how much she drank, it never got any better. “And it’s hot!” she added and adjusted the top on her tiny dirndl. Actually, it wasn’t quite a dirndl, but rather a parody of the traditional German barmaid outfit. It was just
so
skimpy. She pulled it down to give her large breasts a bit of air. The extremely low-cut dress was way too small and the sweat kept making what little material there was stick to her breasts. However, it was a good thing the much-too-
short,
barely-there outfit was required for the job. If she had been wearing anything more, she would have been absolutely miserable.
“I know,” Shelley said matter-of-factly, pulling her blonde hair back behind her ears and fanning
herself
. “Nobody even wants to try this beer. It’s like everybody knows it’s not any good. Besides, why would anybody want to even come in when there’s so many other good brewers here?”
It was true. The beer sucked.
Amber and Shelley had answered an advertisement that had been pinned to the bulletin board at the
laundromat
they often frequented. It had been asking for a couple of people to work in a beer tent for an “up and coming” brewer at the local beer festival that was occurring that weekend. It had promised easy work and high pay. Since both the girls were currently unemployed it had seemed like something that was right up their alley. It also had said to apply in person, which was excellent for them since they were both attractive young women with big tits and tight bodies. Beer and boobs go together like
buffalo
wings and ranch dressing, so they knew they were a shoo-in. It was a good thing that the job had come up, too, because they were flat broke. They had quit college a couple of weeks earlier to work at the local strip joint in the hopes of making lots of money. However, the place was shut down by the vice squad hours before they were to start their first day. That had really sucked.
On their way to answer the ad, they were so excited. “I’ll bet we get to drink on the job, too!” Amber said as she ran her hand through her dark hair.
“Well, I’m going to!” Shelley had said.
“And maybe we’ll get to meet some hot guys,” Amber said. “I haven’t gotten laid in like forever.”
“I know. I’ve been horny as hell. I’ve been so broke I haven’t even been able to buy batteries for my vibrator.”
Amber laughed. “I know what you mean. It’ll be nice to finally make some money.”
“And get fucked,” Shelley added.
However, the reality of the situation didn’t sink in until later. Of course they had been hired on the spot. But it was only after they had signed the extensive contract legally binding them to work at the beer tent that the recent college dropouts realized there was a little more to the position than just handing out beer. In other words, there were
conditions.
Of course, the girls hadn’t bothered to read the contract until after they had signed it and were driving back to their apartment.
“Hey, hold on a minute!” Amber had said as she pointed to the contract. “I don’t know if I like the looks of this!”
Shelley pulled over to the side of the road and parked her Hyundai. Both girls perused the contract and saw that it was legally binding them to distribute
all
their
employer’s beer
and
receive an excellent rating or they wouldn’t get paid. In fact, they would get assessed a penalty for every gallon that was left!
“Well, this is bullshit!” Shelley said and put the car in drive. She whipped it around and went back to the place where they had signed the contract. As they walked in, they suddenly noticed that the place was coincidentally doubling as a law office. They had been so excited about the job that they hadn’t noticed this fact before.
They immediately went to the front desk which was manned by the battleship of a woman who had hired them. From the nameplate on the desk, she appeared to be called, “Maude.”
“Listen, Maude, I don’t know what’s going on here, but this contract can’t be right,” Shelley said angrily.
At this Maude, sat back on her haunches and smiled grimly. She then reached into her desk and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and took one out and lit it.
“Oh, I know exactly what you’re saying. I know it’s unfair.”
Amber breathed a sigh of relief. “So, there’s been a mistake? All we wanted to do was
give
out some beer samples and get paid.”
“I know, girls. I know,” Maude said and sighed.
“So, we’re going to be able to get out of this?” Shelley said.
“Oh, no, the contract is perfectly legal,” Maude said exhaling a large plume of smoke.
“But how!”
Amber asked.
Maude leaned into them. “Here’s the deal. My boss,
Hemplesworth
Dodson IV is a lawyer.”
“But what does that have to do with the beer tent?” Shelley asked impatiently.
“I’m getting to that,” Maude said irritated. “He’s also a man who doesn’t really like being a lawyer. He watches too much reality TV and sees these shows where people are doing actual worthwhile work and this makes him feel bad about himself. It makes him want to do something
real,
as he puts it. It makes him want to do honest work. It makes him want to work with his
hands.
” She held out her hands for emphasis.
“So what does this have to do with the contract?” Amber asked, growing annoyed.
Maude gave her an angry look. “I’m getting to that. Anyway, this desire that he gets to do something other than being a lawyer makes him embark on all sorts of flights of fancies. I’ve been his assistant for years and have been with him during every phase he’s gone through. From race car driver to chef to truck driver to oil rig worker to storage unit buyer, I’ve seen them all.”
“But I still don’t get it. What does that have to do with...
”
Amber started.
“I get it,” Shelley said. She now understood completely what was going on. “Now, he’s a microbrewer.”
“You got it,” Maude said and exhaled another plume of smoke and dramatically stubbed out the cigarette out. “Now he’s a microbrewer. And whenever he goes into something, he jumps in with both feet. This is why he went to the trouble of setting up a tent at the beer fest.”
“But why the contract?
Why can’t he just do it like everybody else does?” Amber asked.
Maude leaned towards them again. “Here’s the thing. Even though he hates to admit it, he’s still a lawyer. If he can wiggle out of something and shift the risk and burden onto someone else, he’s going to do it. He’s actually a really good lawyer, too.”
“I see,” Shelley said.
“Here’s the deal, girls. He’s only in this for the short term. Just give the beer away and everything will be fine. It’s a beer fest, so you’re not really selling it. You’re just getting people to sample it. They buy tickets from the organizers and then they give them to you for the beer. It’s very simple. And whatever tips you get, you get to keep. You shouldn’t have too much of a problem.”
“So we’re not going to get stuck paying for a bunch of beer?”
“Not if you get rid of all it,” Maude said smugly. “And get them to say it’s excellent on the card. Just tell them to lie. Most people are nice. Sweet talk them if you have to. They’ll do it for girls like you.”
“People do love beer so that shouldn’t be much of a problem,” Amber said, reassuring herself.
“And here’s another thing.” Maude leaned over her desk and looked around from side to side to see if anyone was listening. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you this, but if you do a really good job, in addition to your pay, there’s going to be a bonus in it for you.
A big one.”
The girls looked at each other and smiled. This was good news. Maybe this would work out after all. That is, if she wasn’t bullshitting them.
Feeling much better about the situation, the girls shook hands with Maude and started out the door.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Maude said as they were leaving. “He really hasn’t got the brewing part down yet, so don’t be scared if he’s a little late to the beer fest.”
“So he hasn’t actually done this before?” Shelley asked.
“Like I said earlier,” then she stopped. “No, I didn’t say this before, otherwise you wouldn’t have signed. He’s a great lawyer but a shit brewer,” Maude said and cackled. “Now, get plenty of sleep before the fest. It’s going to be a long day.
* * * * *
“I don’t care what you girls do, but you need to start moving this beer,” Maude said as she looked around at the empty tent and the full kegs of beer. “I know we’ve got some suck ass beer, but I’ve also got bills to pay. I can’t afford to lose this job because of some crappy beer fest.”
“But why couldn’t he have stuck to being a lawyer? Why did he have to start a brewery?” Amber said. “You said he was good at being a lawyer at least.”
“Who knows and who cares? But it’s a good thing he’s a rich bastard because there’s no way he would make it as a brewer, this much is for sure.”
“Yeah, we’ve only redeemed a few tickets and the people hated it. They said it tasted like something they would use to worm their livestock,” Amber said.
“I think they must have told everyone else at the festival, too. We haven’t had anyone come in here in for at least an hour and the only tip we’ve gotten is a two-for-one chicken burrito coupon!” Shelley added.
“Well, it doesn’t matter to me how you do it, just do it. Get rid of this beer,” Maude said. “And get them to say they like it.”
“But no one wants it!” Amber said in exasperation.
“Well, remember the contract,” Maude said menacingly. “This beer is going home with someone
one way or another.
”
“But even if we give it all away, how are we going to get anyone to rate it as excellent? It’s awful!”
Maude looked the girls up and down. “I’m sure girls
like you
can think of something.”
The girls looked at her with a lost look. They had no idea what she was talking about or what they were going to do.
“Now, I’m going over here to one of these other tents and drink some real beer,” Maude said.
“But aren’t you gonna help us?” Amber asked.
Maude chuckled.
“Hell, no!
I’m gonna get drunk. And when I get drunk, I get mean. So, make sure you do your damned job,” she said and left the tent.
“I thought we would at least meet some guys and get laid tonight,” Amber said to Shelley. “I
really
need to get laid.”
“I know. I really could have used some cock.”
“Maybe we’re cursed. Stripping didn’t work out and now this. We can’t even meet anybody to fuck. Maybe we should just move and start over,” Amber said dejectedly.
“It’s a shame when we can’t even give away beer,” Shelley added.
“Or get laid.”
The girls were truly at a loss. They both knew that there was no way that anyone was going to come into the tent and there was even less of a chance that anyone was going to give it a favorable rating. They were stuck. They didn’t have the money to pay for all this beer. This was one job where they were actually going to end up owing someone for hiring them.
But then, three black guys walked in.
* * * * *
“Let’s flirt with them and see if they’ll take some of the beer,” Shelley said to Amber suddenly understanding what Maude had been referring to. Maude had been insinuating that they should use their feminine wiles to work the customers.
Amber nodded in complete agreement. Flirting with these guys wouldn’t be a difficult task either. They were tall, heavily muscled, lean and just her type. The fact that they had taken their shirts off in the heat wasn’t hurting anything either. Just looking at them in their baggy athletic shorts was really beginning to make her horny. Their shorts were so loose-fitting and thin that she easily could see the outline of their large swinging dicks. It looked like they weren’t wearing underwear, but she couldn’t tell for sure. It was so hot, anything was possible. They were having the same effect on Shelley. She couldn’t keep her eyes off them. Besides, it had been a very dull day. At least now they would have something nice to look at.
“Hey, aren’t you guys on the football team,” Amber said looking the guys over. She could feel her hot, sweaty body coming to life just from looking at their muscles and imagining just what was under their athletic attire.
They nodded.
“We’ve got plenty of beer and it looks like you’ve got plenty of tickets,” she said and pointed at the rolls of tickets they were carrying. “Why don’t you try some of this beer?”
They shook their heads.
“
Naw
, man,” the tallest one said. “Everybody’s saying this stuff tastes like crap. I
ain’t
gonna waste my tickets on this shit.”
One of the other ones added with a leer, “The only good thing around here is them costumes.”
Inwardly, Amber agreed. She knew that the dirndls were sexy as hell. They sure made her feel extraordinarily turned on. Seeing an advantage, she moved in closer to them. “C’mon,” she said as seductively as she could. “I’ll give you a kiss.” She was already getting wet and could easily do more than that if it came down to it.
At that the football players laughed. “You gonna have to do more than that to make me drink that stuff,” another one of them said as he licked his lips as he looked up and down her tight, big-
boobed
frame.
“Yeah, one of our boosters hooked us up with all these free tickets and we
ain’t
gonna use them for beer that tastes like piss.”
At this Shelley moved in, too. She had already begun fidgeting and crossing and uncrossing her legs just from the sheer excitement of seeing their rock-hard muscles. Just being close to their athletic bodies was making her nipples hard. She had been so deprived of sex lately, this was more than she could resist. She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to keep her hands off this guy for long. “Well, you guys are obviously used to getting what you want,” she said seductively. “So what will it take for you to use some of those tickets up?”