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My Bar duties continue, and in between shots of Sambuca I meet Stone. After I high-five with her, an old habit kicks in without even thinking and I go for a low five to complete the pair, only to find her ass instead of an open palm.
“Whoopsies, Sorry about that Stone. Old habit.” I quickly apologise to Stone.
“Yes, I think I just met one of them. I'll be keeping my eye for that one.” I giggle to her.
I overhear a conversation and some comment about a mankini from Old Joe… and if he knew what I have hiding under my skirt, he might not be so quick to be offering. I do nothing more than just giggle to myself as I lean across the bar to fee pour another shot of Sambuca into a fresh shot glass nestled bewteen my boobs.
“Hey, Bridge Troll… Toll Booth! Pay-up!” I playfully speak towards Bear as Stone tops his head with a pink stetson. I make a mental note of the drink Stone has poured him, which seems fitting for an Ogre. I finish free pouring the shot glass full of sambuca and feel some of the sticky liquor bleed into my bra cups.
“You May Not Pass!” I playfully speak, then invite Bear to sample the shot waiting for him, and maybe I might get to sample a wee bit of the hair of the dog from this brute.
Oh My God! Prostitutes here… on AChat? SAY IT ISN'T SO!
If you guys would just learn to say “NO” to them in the first place, then they wouldn't have fools parting with their A's. Suck it up, and move on… Learn from your mistake, and as they say:
“Fool me Once, Shame on You. Fool me Twice, Shame on Me.”
Thank you in Advance for doing your part to drive the Whores onto someone else's street corner.
Gayle.I fondly remember my time back in University when I would take breaks from my studies to tend bar part-time. It really doesn't take me long to get to know all the regulars. Utilizing dormant skills, I quickly relate every name & face to their favorite beverage and grill orders.
Old Joe seems to just love sitting back to watch me work my magic, as my memory quickly takes hold to poor a perfect glass of draft. I giggle as a few times I give a glass a little too much mustard, and it slides past its intended recipient. Thankfully, none end up as spillage.
Armed with a bottle of Sambuca topped with a free pour spout and a handful of shot glasses atop the bar as replacements, I start offering Boob Shots. I quickly find a line-up of both guys and gals waiting for a chance to fondle the 38DD's safely imprisoned within the strapless bra under my blouse, which after the first few shots is starting to be missing a few buttons.
“Tips go to the Halloween Charity Fund!” I softly speak as yet another few A's get dropped into an emptied shot glass between my tits.
I look over at old Joe, and if he had man boobs, I could make some money with him too…
Just then there's a camera flash from beneath the bar. I step back just in time to see a devilish little grin and eyes of mischief softly close a panel.
(psst – Congratulations are in order – Blue & HB).
I was about to chug back my beer, when Cathy sat down beside me. I already knew Azrielle was on Maternity Leave, but do you think for even one minute that girl could be found at home? Hell no; She would be one of three possible places. The first would be in her office, albeit highly unlikely. The second would be shopping, and I wasn't in the mood to even try to pick up her trail there. The third most likely spot was with her hips straddling her husband Shaffer somewhere. I was not about to even contemplate interrupting that lovely scenario because I'd want to join in…
… and after the day I just had, there would be only three beers today. There would be the first one, which was about to be nothing but an empty glass. The there would be the NEXT one, and that may not remain empty for very long either. The third and final beer would be the last one, because anymore than that usually ends up with me doing stupid things like doing boob shots with someone until THEY pass out on the floor.
Before I could even reply to Cathy, she was being summoned by some long tall drink of water, that I would probably end up with out my bra… and my panties to boot.
“Wow!” I spoke quietly.
It would seem I arrived at the best possible time, with some entertainment about to start. I Chugged back my beer and slammed the glass down on the bar in a less than lady like manner. Since there was still no one behind the bar tending it, I swung my ass up and over it once again… this time without my pumps… and drew myself a second tall one with perfect head. I slid it back down the bar to where the first glass was parked, dropped some more A's into the Honesty Jar and walked the L O N G way around the bar with maybe just a little too much spring in my step.
I never want to wake up…
Tempt me, tease me, let me long for your kiss.
Time will stand for but an instant, then move forward.
Wake me when you leave,
and stake your claim(I have an Idea!) – So count me in!
Gaylehey, us newbies should unite and attack all the regulars and steal their post counts…
ok, I got a plan… You flash you boobs, and I'll stuff all the booty into my bra…
… we'll meet up at the bar and grill to divide everything up…ok.. go!
Gayle
Dragging my ass into the place, which from the street is best described as a hole in the wall, I need to let off some steam after having my boss chew my ass off for pretty much anything and everything that could go wrong, and did go wrong today.
“Fucking son-of-a-bitch…” I remarked aloud to anyone who would hear me, as I broke a heel against the door sill. Dressed in my usual daily attire as a legal secretary for none other than the Mayor of Nymphomania, I hobble into the bar.
“Hey, Cathy. Where the fuck is that wench of a sister of yours? ” I speak to Blue. I was in a foul mood having just broken the heel on my favourite pair of pumps.
“Well don't just stand there like you spent the day rehearsing what you're going to say… spit it out.” I demanded.
* Clomp… click, Clomp… click, Clomp… click * – Sounds off as I hobble to the bar, with the broken heel in my hand.
“Draw me a beer!” I ask no one in particular, then notice the bar is unattended.
“Fuck me gently.” I mumble, to whit I promptly spin my ass up onto the bar then shimmy behind it.
“Draft Glasses, check… Beer Taps, check… Big Boobs get bigger tips, Double check.” I half sing, half shout above the din as I draw myself a beer from the taps, then slide it down the bar to where the heel of my pump is waiting. I drop a few A's into the tip jar atop the bar that were previously inside my bra, and hobble back over the top.
….. All the while, the walls have eyes and I have the uneasy feeling I'm about to meet headlong with fate or fortune. only the flip of a coin may decide the outcome.
oh wow… that's what I call a reception!
Bear: Ogre – that is really the pilsbury dough boy in disguise… Gonna eat you all up!
Lover: Huggz are completely calorie free! (except when they are delivered with a six pack)
HB: Should I ponder trepidation or just run for my life?
Brandy: Witches Brew is one of my specialities… Consider me a part time Bartender.
Az: You little wench… just wait until I tell your sisters the path you've had me stray upon.
Rukya: We Live and Learn from our mistakes, but cum just leaves a mess.
Thank you in Advance for your continued literary anecdotes.
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