Charlie had been cursed from birth. When her parents named her Charlie they set in motion a chain of events that would lead her to be a major tomboy. She had always been more comfortable hanging out with the guys than the girls.

All through school she excelled at sports. She was captain of every sports team she played on. She was totally gorgeous but everyone thought she was a lesbian. To look at her you would have thought she would have been the captain of the cheerleading squad rather than the basketball team.

After college she got a nice job at a prestigious brokerage firm and settled into work. Everyone there loved her. She had a goofy sort of personality and was great at breaking up the tension around the office. All the male brokers there just considered her to be “one of the boys”. She would go out for drinks and hang out with them after work a few times a week. They would all go over to a ritzy bar called The Board Room, knock back a few drinks, and shoot some pool. They always ended up getting really drunk and making a spectacle of themselves. Most of the other regulars knew them and actually looked forward to their drunken shenanigans. The bartender referred to their little group as the Five Musketeers.

It had been a particularly rough Tuesday at the firm. The stock markets were all over the place. By the time trading closed everyone was ready for a drink. Charlie and company decided to meet at their usual watering hole. Everyone’s accounts had taken a beating and they all wanted to let off some steam. They gathered their usual group and headed off to the bar.

The five of them marched into the bar like a defeated army. They wanted to get as drunk as they possibly could and just forget all about the whole day.

“Damn. You guys look like someone just killed your kitty. Bad day, Charlie?” asked the bartender as they took their usual seats at the bar.

“You don’t know the half of it, Gus. We got our asses handed to us on a silver platter today. The Dow lost two hundred points and the NASDAQ closed down a hundred and thirty points. A few more days like today and we’re all going to be looking for new jobs.”

“Can we get five pitchers of Long Island Iced Tea?”

“Sure thing, Mike. I’ll hit ‘em extra hard for you guys today.”

“I’d like twenty dollars in quarters for the pool table as well,” added Phil.

Gus popped open the register, grabbed two rolls of quarters and tossed them to Phil.

“There you go man. Knock yourself out.”

“Thanks, Gus,” Phil replied.

They took their drinks and retired to the last open pool table. They had been drinking for over an hour before they noticed the alcohol starting to kick in. Barney launched the cue ball across the bar on his first break. The patrons sitting near the table began to applaud. Barney took a long low bow and walked off to retrieve the errant ball. The other four in the group howled with laughter.

“What’s the matter, Barney? Can’t keep up with your balls? Or maybe you just can’t hold your liquor?” Charlie inquired.

“I just need more chalk on the end of my stick,” Barney answered with a big grin, as he walked back to the table. “I know that you just want to get your hands on my balls, Charlie!”

Charlie laughed. “Yeah, let me get out my magnifying glass.”

The people sitting around them were mostly regulars and were used to their friendly jibes and all added a nice dramatic, “Oooooooooooooooooooo.” A tall blond walked passed the table and all five of the “Musketeers” turned to watch her as she walked toward the restroom.

“I’ll bet you wouldn’t mind having her playing with your balls,” quipped Stan.

“I believe you would be right about that one, Stan,” Barney replied.

“Wait just one minute,” Charlie said indignantly. “So I’m not good enough to play with your balls now?”

“I’m not gay, Charlie,” announced Barney loudly.

The regulars all burst out laughing and added their usual,
“Oooooooooooooooooooo.”

Charlie was greatly offended by his remark. “I’m more of a “woman” than that bitch will ever be.” Even though she was “just one of the guys”, she never thought that any of the guys would forget that she was one hundred percent woman.

“That’s ok Charlie. You can play with my balls any day.” Mike added.
“Thank you Mike. It’s good to know that one of you hasn’t forgotten about these,” Charlie said pointing to her large round breasts. “As a matter of fact there’s no time like the present.”

The alcohol had totally obliterated her better judgment by now. Charlie walked over to where Mike was leaning on the wall and cupped her hand around his crotch. She rubbed his balls and cock until he was sporting a major woody. She looked over at the rest of her group. They were bent over almost crying with laughter. She couldn’t believe that the guys had gone there. Her feelings were hurt.

“Hey! What’s so fucking funny? I could take you all right here right now and not even work up a sweat.”

“Guys, I don’t think she’s kidding,” warned Mike.

“I’m not fucking kidding. C’mon guys, let’s see what you’ve got!” Charlie said defiantly. She reached up under her tight black dress and slid her thong down her legs and onto the floor. She picked them up and twirled them around on her right index finger.

She walked over to the pool table and sat down on the edge.

“I’ll take you one at a time or all together!”

The guys stood there with their mouths hanging open as Charlie slid the bottom of her dress up to her waist, her clean shaven pussy bared for all to see.

The regular bar patrons were even shocked by this display. None of the “Musketeers” had ever gone this far. Adding a challenge of their own, they all chimed in on another very long loud enthusiastic, “Oooooooooooooooooooo!”

“Whatsa matter, guys? Scared? You’re all a bunch of big fucking chickens.”

Stan walked over and stepped in front of Charlie, trying to hide her exposed pussy from the rest of the room. Charlie wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her. She pulled her dress over her head and threw it onto the bar. She was sitting there completely naked.

This brought another thundering, “Oooooooooooooooooooo” from the room. The regular patrons were wanting a show. Stan tried to hide her as best he could but he turned out to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Before he could even move, she had unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants, and jerked them and his boxers down around his knees.
“Ok, Stan, there’s nothing stopping you now. Fuck me! Fuck me now!” Charlie demanded as she stroked his growing cock. “Scared little boy?”

Stan tried pushing her away but Charlie guided the head of his cock to her hot wet pussy and violently pulled him into her with her legs.

The crowd was now gathering around the pool table chanting, “Stan! Stan! Stan!”

The damage was done and Stan was already inside her. He couldn’t take it any longer. His hard cock was like a jackhammer pounding into her for all he was worth. He had always secretly wanted to be exactly where he was now. The only thing that could have made things any better for him were the circumstances. He would have preferred to have her all alone but the people watching were turning him on even more. He hammered her for five minutes and that was all he could stand. His back arched and his muscles tightened as he pulled out and shot hot sticky cum all over Charlie’s stomach.

“Damn Stan! Is that the best you can do?” laughed Charlie as he pulled up his pants.

The crowd was going nuts. Charlie pointed at Barney.

“Your turn Barney! I certainly hope you can do better than Stan.”

He stood there dumfounded as the crowd began to chant his name. “Bar-ney! Bar-ney! Bar-ney! Bar-ney! Bar-ney!”

“Oh, so you can’t do any better than him? I would be ashamed of myself if I were you. His performance was pretty sad.”

Barney finally relented. His ego got the better of him. His cock was straining against the zipper of his pants as he walked over to Charlie. He yanked down his pants and shoved his dick into Charlie’s eager snatch. He bit her nipples as he rammed his hard man meat home.

“Fuck me, Barney! Are you sure you’re not gay? You can do better than that.”

Charlie knew if she hurried him enough he would pop his cork in a couple of minutes. He quickened his stroke and tried to keep his mind occupied with random thoughts so he wouldn’t go off too soon. It was futile. The crowd chanting his name kept him firmly rooted in the moment. He didn’t dare slow down for fear of another round of verbal humiliation. The harder he tried to postpone the inevitable, the closer he got. Another minute of pounding Charlie’s pussy and he pulled out and added his load to the one from Stan. People in the bar were holding up cocktail napkins with numbers written on them just as judges would at the Olympics. Charlie wildly smeared cum all over her tits.

“Well Barney, it looks like about a 5.5 is the best you could do. At least you did a bit better than Stan. But that’s not saying very much since he sucked so badly.”

She shot Stan a scathing look and laughed. She was so drunk she didn’t care that the whole bar had gathered around to watch her.

“Phil! Mike! Get your sorry asses over here now!” she ordered. “Both of you! Since you guys can’t seem to satisfy me one at a time I’m going to take you both together.”

Phil and Mike walked over to where Charlie was sitting on the pool table. Mike grabbed her by the waist and stood her up. He spun her around to face the table and bent her over. The crowd went wild as he removed his pants. Phil turned to the onlookers and shook his long thick dick at them. They responded with howls and cheers. He crammed cock into her dripping hot pink. He started long slow thrusts deep into her. He was determined to give her all she could handle. She would definitely know she had been fucked when he got through with her he thought.

Mike climbed up on the pool table and took down his pants. He had gotten all worked up watching Stan and Barney fucking her. His balls were aching. He knelt down in front of Charlie and grabbed her by the back of her hair. He pushed her head down onto his throbbing cock. She took the head of it into her mouth and teased it with her tongue. Mike pushed forward and watched it completely disappear inside her. He held her head and worked it in and out of her mouth. Charlie sucked it feverishly.

“I want to feel you explode inside my mouth. I want to taste you Mike. I’m going to suck every last drop of cum out of you. Harder Phil, give it to me hard and fast. What’s with this slow shit? I want you to fuck me, not make love to me.”

Phil slapped her ass and fucked her harder. He was pounding into her like a jackhammer. He watched his long hard Johnson working in and out of her dripping pussy. The crowd grew silent as he continued to spank her bare ass.

“Good boy Phil. I think you’ve finally figured it out. Was this your first time?”

The crowd roared with laughter. Phil’s face grew red Charlie continued her verbal abuse. He felt his cock begin to soften. He knew he would never be able to live it down if he lost his erection before he finished with her. He slammed into her harder still. Each thrust drove her forward onto Mike’s cock. Her loud moans were muffled by his dick hitting the back of her throat. Mike’s body tensed as he shot his load into her mouth. Charlie sucked him hard and fast, draining the last of his cum.

Charlie bucked and shuddered as her orgasm tore through her body. Her pussy squeezed tightly around his cock. Phil could hold back no longer. He pulled out and launched a stream of thick white liquid up Charlie’s back. A sea of napkins dotted the crowd as they whistled and cheered. She looked around for the score.

“Looks like the audience loved you, Phil. I would say that your average score was about an 8. I think they were a bit too generous myself. I would give you about a 6.5.”

Charlie climbed up onto the table and took a bow as three men in blue uniforms were trying to push their way through the masses. They were quickly surrounded by booing customers.

Barney lifted Charlie off the table, threw her dress over her head and draped her over his shoulder. The four guys staggered around behind the bar and out the back door. They were never seen again in The Board Room.