Saturday night at the bar with Cassie and Friends (Part 10)

**steve25805** · June 18, 2014

The four of us - Cassie, Monique, Clarisse, and myself - strode into the Pink Lemon, making a beeline for the bar where Roxy greeted us and served us our first drinks of the evening. It was still relatively early and only a handful of girls were already in the place, though a steady stream of new arrivals rocked up behind us as the time passed.

We chatted for a a short while, then Roxy directed our gaze briefly - and discretely - to four girls in their 40s sat at a table in a corner. "You see those four women there? They don't actually come here that often, but they are members of some far left feminist Marxist organisation. They believe some shit or other about how male exploitation of females is as hard-wired into the so called "capitalist system" as exploitation of the working classes in general." She rolled her eyes, "I think it's all bollocks, myself. They mostly keep to themselves, but don't ever start talking politics with them unless you want to be bored by it all fucking night, haha. Anyway, never seen it with my own eyes and it's never happened in here, but I've heard from several reliable sources about the kind of private parties they like to throw."

Roxy then went on to describe their habit of hiring men to be peed on all night at parties, supposedly as a way of symbolically asserting their dominance whilst reducing the males' status to that of mere toilets, there only for the convenience of the girls. All as some kind of feminist political statement. "But I guess it's as good an excuse to spend all night pissing on guys as any, haha.

"Anyway yeah, we do get a variety of characters in here, as you can see."

She then directed our gaze towards a young and very atractive blonde girl chatting to a couple of friends. "That's Amy. She's only 24 but earns a living as a stripper - for female as well as male audiences. And for those who pay a little more, she'll conclude her act by pissing all over the place. Seen her do it here all over the carpet. And she gets hired to strip at stag parties where she is sometimes paid double to piss on the groom, haha."

We continued listening to Roxy telling us about some of the more interesting clientele, though this was mostly for my benefit. The others were old hands and knew much of this already.

I also occasionally noticed girls going to the toilets, generally alone but once or twice in pairs or small groups. I grinned at Cassie as two women came out together with smiles upon their faces, "I wonder if they've started peeing on the floor in there yet, haha."

"Generally not this early and not until it gets busier with all the girls a bit tipsier. But you can never be sure. I've known the first puddle to appear five minutes after opening before. And judging by the expressions on their faces, it wouldn't surpise me if they've been doing something naughty in there, haha."

We all pretty much needed to pee by now so we went and took a look - except for Roxy who was becoming increasingly busy serving more arriving customers. We did actually find pee all over the floor in one of the cubicles which was still warm to the touch. Obviously, at least one of those two girls had peed on the floor there.

Monique strode into the other cubicle - there were only two - and stood astride the toilet in full view of us, skirt hoisted and panties discarded, But she didn't bother lifting the lid, choosing instead to piss all over it, her pee soon flowing off of it's edge in several places to flow down onto the floor. She laughed, "Well at least I am actually using the toilet for once - kind of - which doesn't happen often in this place."

Clarisse, Cassie and myself all chose a different spot on the floor, and were soon squatting and peeing there, a loud hissing and splashing sound filling the room, three large yellow puddles growing rapidly. In mid-flow, one of Roxy's barmaid colleagues strode in, immediately rolling her eyes and grinning as she walked past us to the spare cubicle with the peed on floor. She closed the door behind herself, but we soon heard the unmistakeable sound of her pissing on the floor in there too!

Upon finishing, we returned to the bar which was starting to get a little more crowded now. Roxy informed us that she needed to pee as well, and with it getting busy it was more convenient for her to just pee right there. So she turned sideways, lowered herself slightly into just the hint of a squat whilst lifting the front of her PVC skirt, and pulled her panties aside. Moments later, she was pissing all over the tiled area behind the bar, grinning at us as she told me, "I do this all the time. It's just easier."

The bar area grew very crowded with Roxy and the other barmaids too busy to chat very much anyway. So Cassie, Monique, Clarisse and myself went over and sat at a table, each carrying a couple of pints so that we'd not have to struggle to the bar for a bit. We began to notice quite a lot of customers coming and going from the toilets, obviously more than the cubicles could handle. Cassie laughed, "I bet that floor in there is well pissed on already. When it gets too fucked up is when you often start to see girls pissing in here, haha."

"And speak of the devil", laughed Clarisse. "Look over there." We followed her gaze to spot a rather large and buxom brunette in her 30s standing with her skirt lifted, no knickers on, and holding a pint glass between her legs into which she was peeing. Her friends were chatting to her matter-of-factly as she peed - obviously this was not considered by them to be unusual behaviour in any way. By the time she'd finished the glass was over three quarters full. She then strode over to a relatively quiet corner and poured the pee onto the carpet there before heading to the bar, where the same glass she'd just peed in was topped up with a fresh pint which she was soon sipping away at.

A short while later, an attractive young blonde woman in her late 30s spotted us and approached our table, "Hi girls". She smiled warmly at me, "And you must be Rochelle. I've heard a lot of nice and very sexy things about you."

Cassie made the formal introductions, "Rochelle, this is Nicky. And believe it or not she actually works as a policewoman!"

I raised my eyebrows at this, "Really?"

"I sure do", came Nicky's response. " But my colleagues don't know what a piss freak I am. Not a fucking clue, haha.

"You're barmaid friend over there" - she nodded in the direction of Roxy - "has actually got a video of me in my full police uniform, squatting and peeing on the carpet in her living room, haha."

I found that thought a massive turn on. "I've got to get Roxy to let me see that sometime - if you don't mind, that is, Nicky."

"Feel free.

"I have had a couple of awkward moments in work because of my fetish, actually. Back a few years when I was a fresh-faced fairly new recruit aged about 21, and when we still sometimes wasted our time trying to prosecute people for producing pee porn, I and an older female detective were assigned the task of viewing some of the confiscated pee porn vids of some couple they were trying to prosecute. Viewing scene after scene of people peeing all over each other and all over the place generally, I was getting seriously turned on but had to hide it from my colleague who kept expressing her disgust and distaste. And I also had to stay focussed enough to actually do my job. Awkward!"

I said to Nicky,"'I've often wondered ever since Cassie first introduced me to this place whether the goings on here have ever resulted in legal difficulties or busts."

"Well in it's early days this bar was raided a few times but no charges have ever really been made to stick, so my colleagues have kind of given up. As long as we avoid letting in minors or engaging in full on orgies here - and keep drugs and their dealers off the premises - this place will be pretty much left alone, I should think. Besides which, the owner does have friends in high places, but I better not say any more than that. We police do have better things to do with our time, anyway. "

"Look over there", Clarisse suddenly laughed and as we followed her gaze we quickly identified the attraction. A number of young girls in their late teens or early 20s were sat around a table - and two of them had shuffled forward to the front edge of their seats, knickers disgarded, and were now pissing all over the carpet under the table with obvious glee. Their friends kept looking under the table and laughing at the sight of those two piss torrents splashing down. Another friend soon joined in, her own piss cascading onto the carpet also.

In another direction I spotted a rather fat middle aged woman with her jeans and panties around her knees, squatting in front of the table her friends were sat at and peeing there on the carpet.

Nicky laughed, "It looks like Anthea - that's the owner, by the way Rochelle - is going to have to pay for some serious carpet cleaning after tonight, haha."

Clarisse responded, "I've heard from Roxy that she's getting new carpets laid on monday anyway. So she'll probably just leave it to be pissed on again tomorrow if anyone wants to. Sunday does tend to be much quieter here, though."

We all started commenting before too long on our need to pee, noticing that others amongst the clientele were already becoming much less inhibited and more adventurous. We spotted two middle-aged women, naked now from the waist down, both facing the wall and pissing against it, as their other friends stood around laughing. And the Marxist feminists were making a "political statement" by pissing in someone's designer handbag!

"Pretty damn soon, someone's going to get up and piss on one of these damn tables", laughed Clarisse. "It might as well be me." And with that, she removed her lower garments entirely, and climbed upon the table, lowering herself into a squat. In seconds a long and powerful torrent was splashing down onto it's surface beneath the grinning Clarisse, puddle growing rapidly. The rest of us looked on admiringly, as did several others amongst the clientele, we noticed. Even before she finished several mini "water" falls were pouring off the sides of the table onto the carpet.

"Here, pass me your clothes, Clarisse", grinned Nicky. Clarisse handed over the clothes she'd removed, and took off her upper garments too, to become totally naked. Nicky then placed Clarisse's clothes upon the floor in front of the table and stood over them, pulling her knickers aside. And she started pissing all over those clothes, soaking them completely.

"Looks like I'm wearing pissy clothes home again tonight", laughed Clarisse.

Cassie and Monique then decided that they wanted to pee all over my ass. And to be honest I was so horny by now that I was up for anything. In no time at all I was naked from the waist down, kneeling upon the seats facing away from the table, my ass thrust towards it. And Cassie and Monique - also both naked from the waist down - were soon squatting side by side upon the edge of that table facing towards me, their bare feet squelching in Clarisse's pee. Within moments two torrents of hot piss were splashing against my bare buttocks and dripping onto the seat. I started to pee as well, all over the seat, soaking it with my hot piss.

As the drink flowed the pissy scenes grew more outrageous. Amy the stripper stood naked in the middle of the bar and peed all over the carpet there in front of everybody. A middle aged woman allowed a young girl who wasn't yet 20 to squat over her face and piss in her mouth, the young girl's friends laughing at the sight.

Roxy, in spite of still being the sober one, persuaded a couple of these young friends to piss all over her, soaking the clothes she was wearing. Two women in their 40s were inviting others of all ages to pee in their beer glasses, before drinking it in front of them. I saw the four Marxist feminists all simultaneously squatting and peeing upon their table, their piss literally pouring off the sides in several places onto the carpet below.

Next time I peed I was squatting over Nicky's face, pissing in her mouth. Cassie, Clarisse, and Monique all stood around and behind me as I peed, themselves pissing all over my head and in my hair, their golden rain flowing down over my by now naked body.

At various times I saw the carpet being peed on, mostly under tables but sometimes right out in the open. I saw walls being peed against, and tables being pissed on. At one point all three barmaids - in spite of the fact that Roxy was the only one seriously into peeing - were persuaded to squat upon the bar counter and from this high perch piss all over the carpet in front of the bar. Cassie and I soon sat ourselves below these torrents, others amongst the clientele then laughing at the sight of us being peed on by the three barmaids. I opened my mouth and found myself drinking the hot golden pee of the barmaid who found herself pissing in it. Since it wasn't Roxy, I reckon that this was the first time this girl had ever peed in anyone's mouth.

In the end we were all pretty smashed with only snapshots of memory amidst huge blanks. Apparently, the owner herself - Anthea who is in her 50s - later showed up but I have no memory of her. But Nicky remembers seeing her peeing in some 18 year old's mouth! I do have a vague memory of two big-breasted and naked black girls aged about 30, semi-squatting in a corner and peeing on the carpet, but don't remember them arriving or anything else about them. I also recall someone behind me pissing on my head as I peed on the carpet, but can't remember who.

Cassie, myself, Clarisse, Monique and Nicky all got into a cab back to Cassie's place. I remember very little about the journey, though incredibly, Cassie did not decide to start pissing in the cab this time so we all made it back, lol. We were all shattered and in need of crashing out, but arrived needing to pee too. So - too drunk to be the least bit concerned about the mess in the morning - Cassie led us all in pissing all over her living room carpet!

Soon after this, we all crashed out wherever we could, thus concluding another great night.