I don't often do venues outside of theater, but sometimes I get requested for a special event or theme parties, that sort of thing. This one time I was—oh, forgive me, where are my manners, my name is Jack and I'm a carnivorous plant. You know the film and show Little Shop of Horrors? Well I am the star! Not that anyone knows of course, if the occasional cast member or stagehand disappears...well that's showbiz! In any case, back to the story, I had been rented out to a local bar right after a show had ended. I didn't mind much, not that anyone ever asks my opinion, I enjoyed the change in scenery.
The bar had a mission or peublo theme to it with stucco walls and Spanish themed adornments. I particularly liked the cash register, it was one of those old mechanical ones, before the electronic cash register and I adored the sound of the buttons ticking away and the ring of the bell when a transaction was processed! Oh it was magic, but it wasn't the only thing I found myself fascinated by at the bar that evening.
Her name was Michelle and she was a true Spanish wild fire. Long dark hair that rolled in rich waves down to her hips, a sumptuous bottom, large brown eyes with a sharp nose and pouty lips. She was a gem, and that night she stole the show in a rich pink dress with a ruffled edging and a slit up to her hip and stylish black heels with a bow at the front all laced up to her ankle. I wasn't the only one that evening who had an eye for her and the men could hardly help but line up and try to win her hand with drinks and sweet talk.
She would have none of it though, denying every man who approached her until finally she seemed to have had enough and resolved to inform the entire bar of their sorry state in the most dramatic way possible as I watched in rapt fascination from my place behind the bar.
It all started as she pushed herself off of the bar, twirling so that her dress and hair picked up and spun around her. She must have spoken to the bartender or something because the music that began to play matched her sultry words as she put her hand on her hip and thrust it towards her latest admirer.
“Whatever Michelle wants”
“Michelle gets,” she coaxed him forwards with a crooked finger.
“And little man,” she cooed as she took his head in her hands. “Michelle doesn't want you!”
She shoved him back against the bar, much to his surprise and the amusement of the other bar goers as she continued, pointing at him and wagging her finger.
“Make up your mind to have no success,” she came forwards and pushed him back on one of the bar stools.
“Recline yourself,” she ran her finger over the buttons of his shirt as she shoved him over the bar. “Resign yourself you're through!”
The laughter of the other bar patrons seemed to encourage her even as her jilted admirer picked himself up and glowered at her as she stepped up on a chair and ontop of a table.
“I only take what I came for,” she ran her hands down her flanks and over her hips.
“And your mangy hide is what I deplore!”
At this declaration she kicked a glass from the table and it sailed across the bar to shatter above the man's head, causing him to duck down again as the crowd cheered and hooted in amusement.
She held out her hand and one of the braver bar patrons helped her down from her perch as she spun and turned to him playfully.
“Whatever Michelle wants,” she said teasingly as she took a hold of his tie and walked him towards the bar, turning to him and lifting her heel up as she leaned against the bar and placed her shoe against his chest, showing off her well toned leg.
“Michelle gets,” she pulled him close, dropping her leg.
“No use to fight,” she leaned in close to him, seemingly promising a reward she had denied everyone until now.
Then she shoved him back and he landed hard on the bar floor as she scoffed at him.
“Don't you know you can't win?”
She leaned back against the bar, tossing her head around so that her hair fell over her shoulder.
“You've no hope you fool!”
She placed her palms on the bartop, hoisting her hips and that luscious butt of hers onto the counter as she sat there and crossed her legs, again letting the slit of her dress reveal her thigh.
“I'm unachievable you tool!”
She leaned back towards me, her long dark hair falling over the edge of the bar and giving me a beautiful view down the length of her supple body.
“Throw it in!”
Now normally I am far more  cautious than this but in this case I was so aroused and excited by the audaciousness and sensuality of her display I suppose I lost control of myself as I surged forwards from my place behind the bar, grabbing Michelle in an ensnaring tangle of vines as I pulled her into my watering maw. It all happened so quickly that she didn't have the chance to do more than gasp and her would be audience merely stared in shock as I sucked her down, pink dress, black heels and all. The last they saw of her were her toned legs, a slip of the ruffle of her stunning pink dress and those stylish black heels as they vanished between my lips and I swallowed Michelle whole.
She sailed down my stem and into my digestive sac without so much as a hiccup as I squeezed her down to her demise. In that moment I realized with no small amount of horror what I had just done in front of a bar filled with people no less! All I could do was sit there and wait to see what would happen as they gazed at me in stunned silence. Then someone cheered and then others joined in as some clapped and shouted their approval.
I realized then that after Michelle's raunchy display, they thought I was just a further part of the show! Of course I knew that the bartender and manager might know otherwise since at least the former was in cahoots with Michelle for her song and dance routine but I could hope that they might think she'd pulled a fast one with me, the big plant puppet behind the bar on order for the night. It was a forlorn hope, but for now the bar was filled with roars of approval and laughter at the apparent publicity stunt. I still to this day can't believe I got away with it, it was perhaps the stupidest thing I've done in my life since my transformation but Michelle I think certainly warranted the risk! She was just as fiery going down as she had been in her final performance...and she was right, no man there deserved her, but I certainly did.