No, I didn't know his name. I didn't know his age, or even if he was straight. But I knew I had to have him.
I work at a bar, making drinks and the usual gala galore. He came in with two other friends of his and looked stunning. Tight jeans on his butt, boot cut, nice looking boots and a tight black shirt them emphasized his pectorals and his biceps and triceps. Skin smooth and tanned from working outside. That wasn't a tanner tan. His hair was black and a little shaggier than most of the country boys in my bar. And he had an excellent white smile and big baby blues. The scuffle on his cheeks were just enough of a shadow to make me wonder if he'd had it shaved that morning, or if he just didn't want to shave.
"What can I get you boys?" I ask, I look at the other two blonde friends next to him, ignoring him as I didn't want him to notice my blushing. Something about a hot man just makes me lose my cool.
"We'll take three New Holland Poet Stouts, and three pickle backs please." Say Blondie #1. Mr. Fabulous looks over at his friend and says, "Make that two of those and a root-beer for me. I gotta be a DD." I nod. Responsible and smooth. I like that. After ringing in the drinks and getting them set up, I grab the money from Blondie #1 and get them all set with change. He left me a five for their $20.00 tab, not too bad. Turning back around to the bar and other patrons, I felt eyes on me. Not the weird hair rising on the back of your neck stare, but the melted chocolate stare that just makes your panties melt.
I turned.
I almost came with that look I was getting.
Mr. Fabulous was staring at my ass, and slowly giving my body a checkout and finally, realized I was watching him. He winked, and then wandered off. Phew. A break.
As the night went on I would run out and get more drinks for them while they were playing pool with each other for quarters, continuously checking up on them and making sure their drinks didn't go empty or getting them another water or soda. Mr. Fabulous was an excellent pool player and was running the table. As the night wound down, he continued playing when I was cutting myself from behind the bar to let the late bartender go ahead and close out. He was able to handle it. I would count the money when the bar was empty to make sure everything was set for the next day and lock the doors.
Going around to the other side of the bar when clocking out I got myself a Fuzzy Sloe Screw(Peachtree, OJ, and Sloe Gin). Sitting down at the bar stool I looked out at Mr. Fabulous playing on the table, he was bent over so I got to check out his ass in those tight pants, and look at the bulge his testicles and his cock were leaving in the jeans. I kept thinking, what I would do if it was empty in this bar. I'd probably end up sitting on my knees behind him and start licking at his nuts while in the jeans and rub his package and squeeze that fine ass. I started to feel my pussy juices vamp up with that idea. And then, I decided to just go for it.
Getting up I walked over to the table and set two quarters down for the next game. The Blondies had already picked a girl up and had left leaving Mr. Fabulous playing pool with an old man who was leaving soon anyways. Last call had been dealt with so I knew we didn't have long.
"Hey there stranger, don't you take too long, I wanna play a game to put you in your place there Pool Shark!" He laughed, took a sip of his root beer and then nodded. When he won the game he shook the old mans hand and then racked the set up. I went to the pool rack, bent over to look at the weights of the shafts on the ledge when I felt as if something was watching me again. I flipped my hair back and looked behind me to realize Mr. Fabulous was staring at my ass again. Perfect. I was wearing a tight pair of leggings and a mid hip flow shirt that accentuated my hips and my ass. I felt for sure that I would have a leak spot on my pussy from staring at him so hard all night. When he saw me watching him watch me, I shook my ass a little and winked in reply.
Finally grabbing the shaft I would be using I went to the head of the table and broke the triangle in a large expense spreading the balls across the table. Two pocketed, the three and the five. I called the seven, the two, and the one. I missed on the one but only by a little bit. Turning around I saw Mr. Fabulous staring at my ass again. Walking up to him, I slowly whispered, "How about we bet on the next game baby?" He looked down from his six inches taller than me height, "And what would be bet, doll?" I smiled. "I will have Jeremiah leave so I can do the till after 2:30, you're gonna stay in here until I'm done to 'walk me out to my car...'" He smirked, nodded, and finally whispered close to my ear, "You trying to take advantage of me?" I set the stick aside, turned to check the almost empty bar out, slid my hand to his chest and downward, until I hit his belt buckle and pulled him towards me. "I will, and you'll let me..." Smiling I went up to the bar to get one more drink while he took his shots. Returning I finished the game off and we started to set the room up on the one side that was empty. Jeremiah ushered everyone out and then asked if I was sure I wanted Mr. Fabulous to be here while I closed. After confirmation I walked him to the door, locked it, and then shut the security cameras off for all cameras but outside. Turned the door shield to keep prying eyes out and finished the till.
Heading back Mr. Fabulous was leaning on the table with the smirk I just wanted to lick off. At this point my panties were long gone, replaced with a pair of sparkling black lace thong and my bra had long since been switched to the black lace push up I had in my bag. I still wore the leggings, but I had pulled them up a little higher so they would be tighter on my ass, encasing it and preparing it for the opportunity I knew was coming. I knew he was gonna fuck this pussy, this ass maybe, and get this girl to cum. And I planned on doing the same exact same thing to him.
"Alright Mr. Fabulous, ready?"
"What are we betting Doll?"
I had to think about that. "How about, we do a series of games. You know I think you're pretty damn fine, and I have been catching you stare at this ass all night, you win, you decide what is done to me, I win, I decide what is done to you. Fair?"