and made her look cute and sweet.
“Yeah, I’d probably get some work done too,” the brunette said encouragingly.
I looked at the two girls and felt annoyed. I didn’t know why, but I wanted them to put their clothes back on and leave my apartment. Plus, my hangover seemed to have gotten worse since they’d started yapping.
“Can you guys get back home okay or do you need me to call you a cab?”
They looked disappointed.
“Are you sure?” asked the brunette.
“Yeah, I have a shitload of stuff to do for the bar today, so I can’t stick around,” I lied. “If you need a cab, I’m happy to pay for it.” I wanted them gone and my impatience was building.
“Um, I actually drove, so I think we’re okay,” the blonde admitted.
“Cool. Glad to hear.” My voice was curt and I hoped they got the point. “Thanks for a fun night, ladies,” I said as I led them out of my front door. “See you around.”
Before they could say another word, I closed the door behind them. I groaned and walked over to the bathroom. I opened the medicine cabinet and popped two aspirins in my mouth. Then I sank back into my bed and tried to fall back to sleep.
But I couldn’t sleep.
As hard as I pushed the thoughts of her from my mind, all I could think about was Alexis.
***
It was 9:10 p.m. on a Thursday night and two hours into my shift. I had just made three gin and tonics for a group of girls at the bar when I saw a ridiculously hot redhead walking towards me. Definitely a 9 , I thought. Also, she looks familiar.
She leaned across the bar and seductively whispered into my ear. “Hey Damian.” I saw her full breasts heave as I felt her hot breath against my face.
“What’s up, beautiful?” I caught a scent of her floral perfume. She sat down on the bar stool in front of me. I looked at her and gave her the signature Damian smile.
“Have we fucked before?” I asked. I saw the hurt look on her face, but she quickly played it off.
Yes, we must have fucked before.
“Uh—No. No, we haven’t,” she said, avoiding my eyes.
Liar , I thought.
“So what can I get you?” I asked as I grabbed a clean glass from under the bar.
“A Screaming Orgasm,” she said seductively as she licked her lips.
I smiled and knew very well she was not just referring to the cocktail.
“I want it in a shot glass, and I want it Damian style.” She bit her lower lip and gave my body a once-over.
I chuckled. Of course. A Damian style shot was something I had came up with when I opened Damian’s. It had became an instant hit. It involved taking the shot you ordered as a body shot off the bartender you ordered the shot from. I got a lot of business from the Damian style shot, and I loved having girls take shots off my body.
“My name’s Courtney, by the way,” she offered. I wondered if she had been waiting for me to ask.
“Gotcha. So where’d you like the shot from?” I asked as I made the shot.
She gave me a meaningful smile and bit her lower lip. “From your mouth.”
“Sure thing.” I turned away from her and leaned my head back until my head and shoulders were flat against the bar table. I then placed the bottom of the shot glass into my mouth and waited for her to take it.
She looked down at me with lust in her eyes, and I knew I must have fucked her hard. And now she was coming back for more. She purposefully placed her hands on my chest as she bent down to take the shot with her mouth. She knocked the shot back quickly and removed the shot glass from her mouth. She then grabbed my face as she bent back down and kissed me hard with her lips. This usually happened after a Damian special shot off my mouth, so I was not at all surprised by her aggressiveness. I opened my mouth and her tongue eagerly explored me as moans escaped her lips.
When Courtney finally went up for air and released me from her grip, I stood back up and turned back to her to give her a wicked smile. I love my job .
And then my entire body
“Yeah, I’d probably get some work done too,” the brunette said encouragingly.
I looked at the two girls and felt annoyed. I didn’t know why, but I wanted them to put their clothes back on and leave my apartment. Plus, my hangover seemed to have gotten worse since they’d started yapping.
“Can you guys get back home okay or do you need me to call you a cab?”
They looked disappointed.
“Are you sure?” asked the brunette.
“Yeah, I have a shitload of stuff to do for the bar today, so I can’t stick around,” I lied. “If you need a cab, I’m happy to pay for it.” I wanted them gone and my impatience was building.
“Um, I actually drove, so I think we’re okay,” the blonde admitted.
“Cool. Glad to hear.” My voice was curt and I hoped they got the point. “Thanks for a fun night, ladies,” I said as I led them out of my front door. “See you around.”
Before they could say another word, I closed the door behind them. I groaned and walked over to the bathroom. I opened the medicine cabinet and popped two aspirins in my mouth. Then I sank back into my bed and tried to fall back to sleep.
But I couldn’t sleep.
As hard as I pushed the thoughts of her from my mind, all I could think about was Alexis.
***
It was 9:10 p.m. on a Thursday night and two hours into my shift. I had just made three gin and tonics for a group of girls at the bar when I saw a ridiculously hot redhead walking towards me. Definitely a 9 , I thought. Also, she looks familiar.
She leaned across the bar and seductively whispered into my ear. “Hey Damian.” I saw her full breasts heave as I felt her hot breath against my face.
“What’s up, beautiful?” I caught a scent of her floral perfume. She sat down on the bar stool in front of me. I looked at her and gave her the signature Damian smile.
“Have we fucked before?” I asked. I saw the hurt look on her face, but she quickly played it off.
Yes, we must have fucked before.
“Uh—No. No, we haven’t,” she said, avoiding my eyes.
Liar , I thought.
“So what can I get you?” I asked as I grabbed a clean glass from under the bar.
“A Screaming Orgasm,” she said seductively as she licked her lips.
I smiled and knew very well she was not just referring to the cocktail.
“I want it in a shot glass, and I want it Damian style.” She bit her lower lip and gave my body a once-over.
I chuckled. Of course. A Damian style shot was something I had came up with when I opened Damian’s. It had became an instant hit. It involved taking the shot you ordered as a body shot off the bartender you ordered the shot from. I got a lot of business from the Damian style shot, and I loved having girls take shots off my body.
“My name’s Courtney, by the way,” she offered. I wondered if she had been waiting for me to ask.
“Gotcha. So where’d you like the shot from?” I asked as I made the shot.
She gave me a meaningful smile and bit her lower lip. “From your mouth.”
“Sure thing.” I turned away from her and leaned my head back until my head and shoulders were flat against the bar table. I then placed the bottom of the shot glass into my mouth and waited for her to take it.
She looked down at me with lust in her eyes, and I knew I must have fucked her hard. And now she was coming back for more. She purposefully placed her hands on my chest as she bent down to take the shot with her mouth. She knocked the shot back quickly and removed the shot glass from her mouth. She then grabbed my face as she bent back down and kissed me hard with her lips. This usually happened after a Damian special shot off my mouth, so I was not at all surprised by her aggressiveness. I opened my mouth and her tongue eagerly explored me as moans escaped her lips.
When Courtney finally went up for air and released me from her grip, I stood back up and turned back to her to give her a wicked smile. I love my job .
And then my entire body
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