It started as a typical Friday evening. They ate dinner out, followed by a walk along the promenade. Most retail shops were closed, but the bars were still open, and many people were out enjoying the nightlife. She suggested they stop for a drink before driving home. The bar was a bit crowded, but they found a high top table where they could stand. She caught the attention of a waitress, ordered a cocktail for herself, and a soda for him.

“He’s my designated driver tonight.” She explained to the waitress. “So, no booze for this boy.” He gave an exaggerated pouty face.

“Good planning.” The waitress said to her. “For being the driver, his soda is complimentary.”

“And also, I’d like a shot of whiskey.” She added. “Since I’m the designated drinker.“ She and the waitress exchanged knowing smiles.

“If it’s not too much trouble, could you bring him a shot glass of water, just so he doesn’t feel left out?” She asked.

The waitress gave her a sly look. “Oh you are cruel.”

“Trust me, he deserves it.” She replied. The two of them bonded over a mischievous laugh, completely ignoring his presence.

After a few minutes the waitress returned with their drinks.

He looked at her shot of whiskey, his shot of water, and pouted. She smiled at him with a big grin, quite pleased with how this was going. He picked it up, drank it, and returned the glass to the table with an exaggerated look of boredom.

“Sweety,” she said, batting her eye lashes at him. “Could you do a big favor for me?”

“Sure.” He answered, easily persuaded by her flirting.

“I would like you to take that empty shot glass to the little boy’s room, play with your little pee-wee, and bring that glass back to me filled up with all your tasty hot cum.” She licked her lips seductively. “Can you do that for me? Pretty please?”

They had an understanding. Whenever she required something from him, she always phrased it as a question, and then she would add a pretty please to the end. He understood this request was non-negotiable. This was how she played the game.

He lowered his head in mild embarrassment, but looked her in the eyes and replied respectfully. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good boy.” She said, “Now run along and get working on my little treat.”

He discreetly put the shot glass into his pocket and headed to the restroom.

There were a number of guys in there, but he managed to find an empty stall. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his semi-erect penis, and began stroking. While it felt very naughty to be masturbating in a public restroom, it was not a sexy or arousing location. As he pulled at himself he listened to the sounds of the other guys in the room. He heard them talking, peeing, joking with each other, and running water at the sink. He tried to imagine sexy images in his head to help himself along, but it was not easy.

Through the crack in the door he could see the backs of the other men standing at the urinals. He imagined them also holding their cocks in their hands, but while they were relaxed and calmly having a piss, he was jerking his erection, trying to work up to an orgasm.

A few minutes later he left the restroom discretely carrying his shot glass, concealing it in the palm of his hand as he walked through the room. As he approached the table he discovered three other ladies had joined them. Before he could turn around she caught his eye and waved him over. Reluctantly he joined the group.

“Sweetie, these are some of my friends from work.” She explained to him. “They just happened to be here too. What a coincidence, right?” The other ladies giggled with her.

“So, we finally get to meet him.” One of the women said.

“We’ve heard so much about you.” Another said. “It's nice to finally put a face to the stories.”

“So tell us.” The third said, “Are you a good boy just like she said you are?” There was more giggling and secretive glances exchanged between them.

He blushed with embarrassment, uncertain about what she had told them, and exactly how to respond.

“Yes.” She stepped in to help him. “Of course you are a good boy, aren’t you honey?”

His embarrassment was growing. “Yes.” He responded shyly.

“Yes, what?” She inquired sternly.

“Yes. I’m a good boy.” He quickly corrected himself.

She look proudly at her friends, so pleased she could demonstrate his well trained behavior.

The waitress arrived with three more shots and handed them out.

“I’m having whiskey tonight.” She said, picking up her glass. “What are you all drinking?” She asked.

“Tequila for me.” One friend said.

“A lemon drop for me.” Another picked up her glass.

“It’s Kamikaze time.” The third called out. Raising her glass.

They all looked at him, waiting for him to say something.

“Do you have something you want to show us?” She asked him using a rather stern tone.

His heart was racing, pumping all the blood it could to his bright red cheeks. Reluctantly he raised his hand up and quietly placed his shot glass on the table.

The three guests stared at it in disbelief. Their eyes wide with fascination. The glass was half full of watery white fluid.

“Oh, my. Would you look at that?” She said. “Tell us what you have there.”

He looked at her, hoping she would show some sort of mercy. However, with her friends watching, she was not in the mercy giving mood, and made that quite clear with her confident stare.

“It’s,” he said very quietly, “my cum.”

The friends were squirming with amusement.

“Excuse me, dear. Please speak up.” She said, I don’t think we all heard that.

“It's a shot of my cum.” He said uncomfortably loud.

“I believe you meant to say,” she corrected him, “it’s a half shot of your cum.”

“Yes M’am.” He sheepishly replied.

“And why is it only half a shot?” She inquired. “Did my good boy have some difficulty in the little boys room?”

“It was an ugly place.” He admitted, sounding more and more like a little boy.

“Well, I guess that will have to do for now,” She answered. ”But, I believe you will get better with practice. We will try again when we get home, won’t we?”

“Yes, M’am.” He replied obediently.

She raised her shot glass. “To good little boys.” She toasted.

“To good little boys!” The friends joined in with raised glasses. They all turned to look at him.

He picked up his shot glass and joined the toast. They quickly drank back their shots, but he hesitated, and was the last to finish. His reluctance caused the load to go down extremely slowly. The others followed with sips of their cocktails to calm the burn in their throats. As he reached for his soda she put her hand on top of it.

“Not just yet.” She said. “Take your time. You should enjoy it first.”

The salty fluid coated the inside of his mouth, leaving no spot untouched. It was warm, and thick, and he had to use his tongue to work it all to the back of his throat. There was a tangy aftertaste that he couldn’t quite identify, but it left him thinking he should improve his diet. He knew his mouth, his throat, and his breath now smelled like his shrinking cock. He felt so insecure compared to the very confident women around him. He felt very dirty.

The others all cheered in approval.

“What do you think, ladies,” she asked her friends.

“I think he is a good boy.” One offered.

“Not bad, but it was only half a shot.” The second one said, taunting him.”Could be better.”

“I think he shows promise,” the third added. “But next time, we should meet at my house. I think I could convince my boyfriend to play along.”

“Oooooo.” The others added, excited at the prospect’s of bringing another to the center of their entertainment.

He was growing nervous the more they pondered the possibilities.

“Maybe we should head out.” She suggested. “It’s getting late, and apparently he has some more things to do when he gets home.” There was a devious look in her eyes.

Embarrassed about leaving his cummy shot glass on the table, he slipped it into his pocket and followed the others out of the bar.

“Oh, sweety,” she said to him as they walked outside. “I think you need to drive each of them home too. You are, after all, the designated driver.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He said.” I can drive everyone home.

“Good boy” she answered, patting him on the bum as they walked towards the car.