Author's note: I deliberately avoid proper names and detailed descriptions so you can imagine the person you desire.
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"The boss is sick tonight. Will you stay after closing with me, please?" She asked, setting a beer in front of him.
"Your tab would magically disappear." She sang.
He chuckled and nodded his head. He would have stayed regardless of her clearing his bill.
She had everything cleaned by last call and said goodnight to those leaving. He helped her bring up new inventory from downstairs and set up behind the bar.
"Thank you for helping me. Feel like a shot before we finish?" She asked with a little gleam in her eye.
"Of course, what are we doing?"
"Tequilla." She said simply, grabbing the Cuervo bottle.
"Why that?" He scowled. "You know Patron is smoother and we won't need salt or a lime."
"If that's what you prefer," She said slowly," but that doesn't make for a very fun body shot."
He froze. Eyebrows raised, he silently watched her as she brushed up against him to reach the shot glasses. Then she bent over to retrieve the limes from the cooler. A small growl escaped his lips.
"Cuervo it is, ladies first." He said, pouring two shots.
She smiled and pushed him onto a bar stool so they were face to face. Stepping between his legs, she unbuttoned the top of his shirt and placed a lime between his lips. Tilting his head to the side, she delicately licked a wet trail up to his ear then sprinkled salt on his neck.
Pressing against him, she licked off the salt and downed her shot. The lime disappeared as she bent for it. Sweetly, she forced his mouth open with her tongue, easily winning the fruit but lingered to kiss off any remaining juices from his lips.
She swayed slightly when they broke.
"My turn." He rose from the stool and backed her against the bar.
