Renaissance Faire - Sex Stories

Renaissance Faire

... second note. I had me clanmate bring me ye car, wench. Hope to see you again soon. -L Kennedy smiled. She drove home and found a note on her front door. It was a calendar for the next year, and showed where the faire would stop next. She smiled and figured Dawn had left her this in case she decided to come visit. After storing her costume, she spent the remaining day reflecting back upon her night of wild sex, and her time at the Renaissance Faire. She knew the odds of her seeing Lorne again were slim, but on some deep, dark level, she held onto that hope. No man had ever fucked her like he did. She knew one day, he’d be back and be hers forever. Kennedy returned to the bar and resumed her normal life. From time to time, there would be a naughty message from Lorne in his “Shamus” character, telling her what he would do to her when they next met. Those calls would make her masturbate to his messages for days after. She continued to save her tips and money, but even after another year, she was still short of the necessary down payment for a bank to loan her the rest. The only thing she had to look forward to was the return of the Renaissance Faire, and Lorne. Her dream to own her own bar was beginning to fade as every day passed. She used her memories and fantasies of being fucked by Lorne as temporary solace. Days before Lorne’s return, Kennedy was summoned to the bar for a mandatory staff meeting. She hated these because they always meant bad news for the staff. Everyone ...

... sat at the tables, whispering about the men in suits they had seen in the bar over the last several days. Kennedy fidgeted nervously. Was her boss about to sell the bar out from under her? Rocky, her boss, stepped out and smiled. “I know you’re all wondering what’s going on so I’ll cut to the chase. A young man approached me about buying the bar for double what it’s worth, and I said yes.” Kennedy’s heart shattered within her. “You son-of-a-bitch!” she whispered under her breath. Rocky continued. “Now, before you all panic, the new owner has agreed to keep you all on with a raise.” There was a cheer from the staff, except Kennedy, who was heartbroken and defeated. She hung her head and fought back the tears. “Now allow me to introduce your new owner, Mr. Breckenridge, and his lawyer Mr. Shilling.” Two men in suits stepped forward, but Kennedy couldn’t bring herself to look up. To her, it didn’t matter if it was Jesus Christ himself, her dream had been destroyed. She fought back the tears as the first man spoke. “Mr. Breckenridge and I have been discussing this time of transition and if anyone feels they can no longer work here, you will be given a letter of recommendation and a fair severance package.” Several of the employees whispered among themselves. Kennedy kept quiet, still searing with rage. Rocky knew she wanted to buy the bar, how could he betray her like this? “Perhaps you’d like to hear what Mr. Breckenridge has to say.” Mr. Shilling turned his attention to Mr. ...