It was 1:45am and we still had a solid crowd for a Tuesday night. There were about 10 or so people up at the bar a few outside smoking cigarettes. Usually the wait staff was long gone by this point, having transferred any remaining tables to the bar's tab, and tonight seemed to be no exception. I hadn't seen any other staff members for a bit.
I worked at a small, neighborhood bar, and it could easily be closed by one person, although it did get lonely cleaning and stocking until 4am by yourself. Most of our patrons at this time of night worked in the industry too, so the crowd was young, usually getting fucked up after their shift with a wad of cash to spend. The biggest appeal of bartending at a small place and closing down shop solo was not having to share tips with anyone after 11. That and most of the patrons were regulars from other restaurants and bars from the area and were great to serve. Looking around it was clear everybody knew each other; some a little too much.
"Last call!" I yelled out to anyone who was paying attention.
Our late night folks knew what was up, and most had finished ordering for the night and had closed their tabs. One girl, however, heard me and approached the bar. Cara. She was 23, an amateur model that lived up the street, and was one of a few people in the world that made me nervous just by looking at her. She was about 5'9", had auburn, curly hair and eyes that seemed to pierce through your skin. She had this Eastern European look about her, but her voice was smooth and southern. Everything she did was sexual, and she knew what she was doing. Asking for her tab was no different. She sauntered up to the bar, slightly leaning over to expose just the top of her perfect, 34D breasts.
"Jack, can I please have one more Vodka Soda and I'll finish up?"
She reached across the bar, touched my arm and pretended to readjust her bra. I knew what she was doing, and it fucking worked. Her hand lingered for a little to long on her breast and as I poured her drink I couldn't take my eyes off her hand, cupping herself as she stared at me. She was wearing a tight black tank top and too short jean shorts. I swear she had just made her nipples hard by rubbing her tits, because they were now clearly visible through her thin shirt. She licked her lips as I handed her the drink.
"This last one's on me."
I shouldn't condone this behavior, but who am I kidding... just looking at her made my dick hard, so fuck it. I stood there in a daze thinking about what she'd look like caressing herself without that shirt on, nipples hard while she licked her lips, when my back was cracked with a hand-towel. WACK
"Daydreaming?" Eliza said with a knowing smirk.
"Shit, I didn't know you were still here. I thought everyone had gone home for the night."
"One table in the way back's been lingering and I had to clean it up. I'm just finishing up side work and then I'm coming up here for my shift drink. Make me something special, I need it after this shitty night."
