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Andy sat in her office quickly scanning through security footage. Every once and a while, an employee would peek their head in asking questions about the menu or whether or not a coupon could be used. She jumped each time someone opened the door, but honestly, there hadn't been much to jump about the past few days- footage wise. She made sure to schedule Jack and Eliza together on as many closing shifts as possible, but it seemed that fate, and other events, had made their recent shifts fairly PG-13, and her anticipating wetness was left unsatisfied for the 3rd day in a row. Her feet were up the chair, knees up as her long flowy skirt draped open. Her left hand reaching around her ass to feel her wetness, pushing her fingers under her panties, as her other hand played with the mouse. She scrolled through more and more hours of digital footage, hoping to find what she had witnessed before - Jack and Eliza absolutely going to town on each other until they couldn't help it any more.
There was a quick tap on the door. Andy quickly pulled her hand out from under her dress.
"Hey boss, do you have a minute?"
It was Eliza. Did she have a knowing look on her face, or was Andy imagining things? Regardless, she looked great tonight, and seeing her face made Andy's panties a little wetter. Eliza eyes were piercing as she looked in on Andy and she bit down on the bottom of her lip as she half smiled.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you about the recent Monday bar shift opening up," she inquired. "Alex just told me she wasn't going to be working them anymore, and I was wondering if I could take over for her." She added, "You know I'd put on a good... show."
"You know, I was just looking over who had been here the longest, and I think you deserve that bar shift," Andy smiled, "congratulations, you start tomorrow!"
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It had been a crazy week. 3 big parties, 1 really good Sunday football game and a bachelor party that required all of my attention until well after closing time. Eliza had been working, it seemed, almost every night with me, and the flirting was just about as much as it could be, but for some reason or another we were always too busy or tired at the end of each night to continue our little charade. The week slipped by quickly and it wasn't until late Sunday night that I checked the schedule for the upcoming week.
"Hey, Andy! Is Eliza bartending on Mondays now?" I yelled back to the office.
"As a matter of fact she is," Andy replied coming from behind the office door. "I think she's been here long enough, is responsible enough, and honestly, has the looks to bring in a good crowd on a night were we've been lacking."
She said quickly as if I would need some convincing as she placed her hand on her hip, leaning to one side; her usual flowing skirt shifting with the movement.
"Hey," I countered, "I never said I was against it. I just wanted to know why I was on the schedule too."
"Well, her shift's on a Monday. The kitchen staff leaves at midnight those nights and I don't really want Eliza here too late by herself. You're not on the schedule to work so much as to mentor; and I'll pay for your drinks and a cab home she added. She just needs some advice her first night... and company...
"Yeah, ok."
I tried to sound nonchalant about, but in reality I could feel my pants getting tighter. A day hadn't gone by without me thinking about Eliza riding me while I held her in the middle of the bar; slowly lifting her up and down my shaft.
The next day came and I awoke in the middle of some wild dreams. Not surprisingly, they were intertwined with Eliza, Andy and Cora (the model who came in every once and a while) all sitting on the other side of the bar from me, teasing me, while caressing each other and staring deeply into my eyes.
I took my free, no work, afternoon to go to the gym, swimming as many laps as I could before my mind began to wonder and my bathing suit began to get inappropriate as I thought about Eliza's tits underneath a tank top, no bra and her perky nipples poking through - Me with my hands creeping underneath as I kissed her neck. I dressed quickly, and headed out the door, guessing what she would be wearing tonight. The bartenders at our bar didn't dress over-the-top, but I was hoping she might up the ante tonight.
I drove into work in my old truck hoping that some, if any of my dreams would come true that night. Eliza and I were over the first night of being awkward, but that didn't mean anything. Recently, the bar had been so busy, nothing could have happened even if she was still up for it. Tonight, it seemed, was no different. The bar was packed, and I barely found a place towards the corner of the bar. Catching Eliza's attention, I called her over.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, I am. Kinda been hectic, but nothing I can't handle," she said, winking at me. Her eyeliner was a perfect contrast to her piercing eyes. "Andy said to get you a couple drinks tonight on her, can I make you something?- Scratch that," she said interrupting herself, "Don't talk, I'll make you something good."
