"Do you know how to mix drinks?" Amy asked. She eyed the couple in front of her.
"No."
"Not really."
"An your agents spoke wit Asher?" They nodded. She sighed as she pushed her hair out of her face. "Jus' a minute." She waddled back to the office. "Asher, your celebrity bartenders are here an dey don't know how to mix drinks."
"Den let 'em serve." He didn't look up from the papers in front of him.
"An have de rest of us do everyting else? Asher," she began.
"Amy, dey know how to take a top off a bottle. Show 'em how to mix easy drinks. De others can do de hard stuff."
"An what about me?"
He stood and rounded the desk. "You are stayin' off your feet. You're due in what, a week?" She nodded. "You can sit at de Bayou table or go upstairs an rest. I changed de sheets. An," he pushed her toward the door, "Orly's gonna be here. He can do de bar too."
"Fine. Whatever." She left to teach two actors how to pour drinks. Lorayne stopped her in the hall.
"Amy, Samira's here."
"Who?"
"My friend I told you about. You know, for your assistant."
"Oh. Where she at?"
"Bayou table."
"Do me a favor; go teach dose two how to mix." She stood there for a moment, rubbing her back before making her way to the bar's house table. "Samira, I'm Amy." Pretty, she thought. Long black hair, dark brown eyes. Asher will sit up and take notice.
"Here's my resume and my portfolio."
"Olan Mills. How tedious was dat?"
"Very, which is why I don't work there anymore."
"'Kay. Why move to New Orleans?"
She shrugged. "An adventure, a change of pace."
Amy nodded. "You're hired." She struggled out of the booth. "Come on, I'll show you how to get de house. I'm turnin' a coupla de rooms into studios so it'll be a mess wit everybody movin' tings. Dere's an extra room if you need a place."
*****
Jessica Biel smiled at Orlando Bloom. "Thank you so much for helping me. Amy's a little general, isn't she?" She looked over his shoulder to see their subject leaning her head back against the booth, eyes closed.
"This is her brother's baby. Hey, we have the basics. The rest of the girls are taking care of the Sex and Orgasms." He laughed when she punched him.
"Is she okay?"
"Amy?" He glanced back. "Yeah, she's fine."
Jessica gave him an uncertain look before helping a customer.
"So," Kip Pardue said. "Do you have a boyfriend that would object?"
"Object to what?" Alyssa was propped up on the bar, watching the customers.
"If I fuck you."
She slowly straightened to face him. She gave him a look-over. "I don'. But then again it's not his call; it's mine."
"So," he said as his hip nudged hers. His breath tickled her ear when he whispered, "Wanna fuck?"
She looked out at the Bayou table. "Once an den I'm out de room?"
"I was actually thinking of several times over the course of the night. Do you have other plans?"
"Not pressin'. Your place or mine?"
"Mine."
She nodded. "The shift ends in an hour. Jessica's enjoyin' herself, so I'll trade wit her."
*****
Kip leaned against the hotel room door and watched Alyssa. She had removed her jacket when they entered the room; she threw it to a nearby chair. She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back. She cocked her head to the side to watch him, waiting for him to make the first move.
Removing his jacket, he left it on the floor where it fell. He toed off his sneakers and padded over to stand before her. Silently he stripped down to his jockey shorts. Leaning down, he crowded her personal space, forcing her to lay back; he settled on top of her. Lightly he caressed her cheek before dipping to kiss her. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips, parting them. He deepened the kiss and ground his erection against her.
His hand skimmed down her side. He lifted off her to pull her shirt from her jeans. He watched as her stomach was bared. His fingers bumped over her ribs as he pushed the shirt higher. Soon he had her shirt off and across the room. He traced a finger over the lacy edge of her bra before pulling the cup down, exposing her nipple. He stared at it before leaning over and flicking it with his tongue. He gently rolled and squeezed its twin, causing her to moan.
Alyssa arched her hips in a silent plea. Kip's hand reversed its earlier journey across her ribs to her pants button. He tugged and the rasp of the zipper mingled with the sound of their breathing. He shifted so he could remove her jeans, leaving her panties in place.
*****
"What you still doin' here?" Asher asked Jessica a few hours later. They had a couple of more hours before they closed; business had slowed down.
"Alyssa and I traded. I'm closing."