Please Miss Bartender

Bartender, Please!

Jennie, a dark-haired student who seemed friendly with the other females in the class, came in 15 minutes after Dr. Charles Burton's Friday lecture began. She had missed 7 classes out of the last 12, so at least this time she was somewhat present. He felt that the students had paid their university tuition, so if they were late, it was on them. Even though it was a cold February day, when Jennie took off her coat, and hung it over the chair back, she had only a spaghetti-strapped shirt with black leggings that accentuated her hips and long legs.

Dr. Burton kept going with his lecture as if nothing had happened. It was his way of keeping the pace as he strode back and forth excitedly instructing the rest of the students as Jennie slunk to the back of the room to take an unoccupied seat. She took out her phone and took a photo of the notes on the white-board and then her notebook and began writing down what Dr. Burton was saying.

At the end of the lecture, Dr. Burton said,

"Jennie, can you hang back for a bit, I need to talk with you."

"Sure, Dr. Burton," she answered.

The rest of the students grabbed the homework sheet left on the table just inside the classroom door and left. Jennie took up a position 3 feet away from Charlie's chair behind the desk. He wheeled it around to address his student face-to-face.

"When you' re here, you do really good work," hel told her, "so I know it's not that you don't have the academic skills, so tell me, what's going on?" He looked her in the face, but peripherally could tell that Jennie wasn't wearing a bra beneath her shirt, as her nipples were playing peek-a-boo under the fabric.

"I'm sorry professor," Jennie began, "but I've been working long hours and I've barely got any sleep the last month or so."

"Oh, really," Charlie said, "where do you work?"

"I'm a bartender, and I've had to cover several people's shifts due to this cold season," she explained, "I have had to close the bar more often than I want, starting at around 2:00 in the morning, so I don't get back to the dorm until 4:00 or so. Then I have to get up for my 8:30 class, what WAS I thinking there, and then come right here."

"Oh I didn't realise, obviously, which bar is it?" he asked the co-ed.

"It's the Avenue Bar & Grille, not far from here," she told him, "but at 2:00 in the morning, it's pretty scary to walk to my car by myself."

"I've never been there," Dr. Burton said, "is it nice? I'm always looking for a nice bar to have a pint in."

"Yeah it's nice," she said, "it's an Irish bar that they re-did a couple of years ago. They expanded it and put in new furniture, lights, and a band-stand. It's nice. But as I said, I've had to cover late nights lately as well as my own shifts and I haven't slept a lot."

"I can help catch you up with your assignments," he said, "but you HAVE to get here, because the lectures explain the homework, and the homework explains the examinations. So, if you don't make the lectures, you can't do the homework and CAN'T pass the exams. But if you need help, send me an e-mail and we can meet for my office hours."

"That would be great!" Jennie said excitedly and her breasts and nipples jiggled happily under her shirt.

"By the way, what days do you work at the bar," he asked her, "maybe I'll stop in for a pint one of these days."

"Well, the other bartenders are getting back into work-mode," she said, "so hopefully I won't have to work all these double-shifts. So far next wee-ee-eek." she said, checking her phone.

"I'll be there Monday, Tuesday and Thursday afternoon and Wednesday after 6:00."

"Do you know the address, so I can put it in my Sat-nav," Charlie told her.

"Hang on," she said, again checking her phone, "it's 110 Serf Avenue, here in town."

"Terrific," he said, "maybe I'll drop by for one before I head home."

"That would be great," she said, "looking forward to serving you for a change." and she laughed girlishly. He laughed as well, handed her a homework sheet and she put on her coat and left the room, but not before looking over shoulder at Dr. Burton as she did so.

The week-end passed uneventfully for Charlie, he went out on Saturday night with friends and saw a local band playing at his favourite pub, marked papers per usual, and organised his briefcase in preparation for the coming week. He also put the address that Jennie gave him into the Sat-nav in his car.

Jennie missed class on Monday morning, which was surprising, given their conversation prior to the week-end, but not completely unexpected. So, after getting some work done in his office that overlooked the campus lake, he left campus at around 4:30.

"Surely, she'll be working by this time," he thought to himself. He got into his car and set the address as his destination on his Sat-nav.

It was a short 15 minute drive from campus to the Avenue Bar and Grille. The outside looked like a thousand other bars: shamrocks on the windows, Irish and American flags fluttering from tilted poles out front and a sign on the front door, saying, "Use the rear door"!

Charlie went around the back and opened the door to the "Avenue". There were only a few people at the u-shaped bar: an older couple that clearly been there for a while and there, serving the only other patron at the far end of the bar, was Jennie. She was wearing a green, tight tank top, black leggings again, and open-toed shoes that he could see because she was on tip-toes as she was chatting the customer up, hoping for a good tip. It was unclear as her back was to him, whether she was wearing anything under the visible garments.

Once she had gotten the patron's order, Jennie turned around to get him his drink and saw Charlie.

"Professor!" she squealed and ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and giving him a big cuddle. "I never thought I'd see you here!" He was right, she wasn't wearing a bra again and he could feel her erect nipples through her shirt against his shirt. It wasn't apparent whether there were panties or not... hard to tell with thongs.

"Well, you gave me the address and I was thirsty," he said, hugging her back. Finally, she released her grip on him.

"Let me get this guy his drink then we can talk," she explained, "have a seat over here and I'll be right back." And she pointed to the corner booth next to where he was standing.

Charlie slid into the booth while Jennie mixed the cocktail, gave it to the customer, talked to him cordially and then walked quickly to where Charlie's booth.

"So, what do you feel like," she asked, "a beer, or something stronger?"

"No, a Guinness would be fine, Jennie, thanks," he answered.

"Coming right up," Jennie said. And poured his glass of the black liquid expertly with just a 1/2 inch of head as required.

"Here you go," she said, "so this is such a surprise. I know I told you to come any time, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. How was your week-end... and today's class?" she asked sheepishly.

"It was a good week-end for me and a good lecture today, which you missed again," he commented.

"I know, I'm a bad girl," she said with a pouty mouth but a twinkle in her eye.

"Good-bye, Jennie," said the couple who were now leaving past where they were talking and through the door.

"Bye you guys," she said, "see you soon. Now where were we, oh, yes, the fact that I'm a bad girl for missing your lectures. I guess I'll need some good tutoring."

"I think you do," Charlie said, "let me know when and where you want this tutoring to take place."

"I was thinking, since you're here already," she hinted, "maybe we can start... today and here?"

"Not a bad idea, Jennie," he told her, "but what about your job, and that guy?" And Charlie nodded toward the customer at the far end of the bar. "Won't he get upset?"

"Oh, that's Jerry," she told him, "he's a regular. Comes in for a few, lots of talk, no worries if we close early."

"Hey Jerry," she shouted at the patron, "this is my professor and I've got to get some school-work done for his college class, so I'm closing early today, ok? You've gotta go. You can come back tonight."

"Oh, all right," Jerry called back, finished his drink and walked past them on his way out. Jennie followed him to the door and turned out the "OPEN" neon sign in the window. She locked the back door and shut out the lights to the entryway.

"Hey, I thought we were going to go through subject material," Charlie said.

"You're not in charge now," Jennie said, "this isn't your classroom... it's mine and I'm in charge in here." And she climbed into the booth, straddled his legs, and kissed him deeply on the mouth. "It's been a long time since I got laid, and you're gonna fuck me good right now."

She pulled her top off and threw it on the opposite bench in the booth. Then kissed him hard again and leaned back to give him free access to her naked breasts and nipples which he hungrily grabbed and put in his mouth one at a time. She took hold of his head and held him long and hard against them and moaned passionately.

"I didn't think you were wearing a bra," he said, "do you ever?"

"No, I hate those fucking things," she told him, "they just get in the way."

"And what about thongs," he asked knowing what the answer was probably going to be.

"No, not really," she said, "just during my period, I wear some panties, otherwise, no... not even in wintertime, like now. The leggings are enough to keep me warm. And here again, they just get in the way. Wanna see?"

"Absolutely," he said and she slid off of him, out of the booth, stepped out of her open-toed shoes and rolled down her leggings to reveal her shaved vagina. It was glistening with moisture and her clit was clearly visibly erect.

"Well," she said, "come on, get undressed, remember, I'm in charge so get naked and fuck the shit out of me." And she climbed on the booth's centre table, splayed her legs wide open and started playing with herself. Her vulva was open with excitement as she manipulated the clit in her fingers, periodically inserting one, then two, then three fingers inside of her as Charlie took off his shirt, trousers, nickers, shoes and socks in quick order so that he was now as naked as she. His erection was curling upward slightly and there was pre-cum on the tip.

"Do you like to eat pussy," she asked, still masturbating in the middle of the table, "well whether you do or not, you're gonna eat mine for all your worth, professor. And I'm gonna squirt all in your face, as I said, I haven't gotten laid in a while now, so I'm horny as fuck."

Charlie got between her legs on the booth's bench and Jennie shimmied over so that her wide-open vagina was mere inches from his face and her bare feet on the bench on either side of him. He grabbed her legs and pushed them further apart and could smell her odour in full flower.

"You're in luck," he told her as she leaned back with her elbows on the table, "I LOVE eating pussy, and yours looks delicious. You're gonna cum quick that's for sure."

"Oh fuck," she said dreamily, "come on then, don't just talk about it, do it!"

He dug his face directly into her open vagina with his nose on her clit and his mouth covering her opening. She moaned loudly as he made contact with her body. He licked and probed with his tongue both her vagina and her clit, and then inserted his fingers inside of her as he continued slurping her juices. He put her clit into his mouth and manipulated it with his tongue and she moaned even louder.

"Oh fuck," she wailed, "you fucker, you are REALLY good at that. Don't you stop, coz I'm gonna cum any second now. Keep that up! Right there, you fuck!" And she pulled his face even deeper into her cunt.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she screamed so loudly that he was sure all the neighbours heard. And then she orgasmed and true to her word, sent a stream of orgasmic juice all over his face and body. She then grabbed his face and brought it up to hers, kissed him hard again and licked some of the juice off of him. Then said:

"Fuck my pussy now, you fuck! It's so wet right now, you'll probably keep slipping out, but keep fucking me until I cum again, THEN I'll let you cum inside of me, if you're a good boy."

She grabbed him by the shoulders out of the booth, and took his hand, leading him to the back where there was a mattress set upon the floor in one of back rooms.

"The owners leave this here in case a customer has too much," she explained as they walked, "or one of us needs some sleep after an extra long shift. I use is quite often. It's clean, but not after today. Ge on that fuckin' bed."

Charlie climbed on the bed and she followed him, getting between his legs and sucking his manhood, grabbing his scrotum and inserting a finger into his anus. He was just about to cum himself when she gripped the head of his erection hard between two fingers.

"Oh, no," she told him, "I told you, you've gotta fuck me really, really good and make me cum again... at least once more." And with that she climbed on top of him, legs on either side of his body and was just high enough so that when she held his organ, the tip was just below her open slit. Then she rubbed her clit with the tip and moaned loudly again.

"Oh yeah, you fuck," she said through clenched teeth, "you're gonna fuck me again and again, even if it takes all fuckin' night!"

Then with one thrust, she lowered herself onto his erection so that it was fully inside of her. She moved up and down with increasing tempo and after what seemed to be a lnog time, but was probably only a couple of minutes, she began playing with her clit again as she fucked on top of him.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she screamed and her legs gripped his thighs "you fuckin' fuck!" as she orgasmed again, squirting on his lower body as much liquid as she did his upper body as he orally satisfied her earlier.

Again and again she swore and screamed as they fucked in missionary, doggie and reverse cowgirl. Finally, as she had promised, she "allowed" him to cum. But only after he asked her if he could.

"Yes, you fuck," she told him, "you better fill my fuckin' cunt up with your cum... and do it NOW!"

"Aaarrrgggh," he screamed as he shot jets of semen into her dripping wet vulva.

They collapsed finally on the mattress, too exhausted to move.

"Oh shit," she said, "I don't know what time it is and I've gotta open for karaoke tonight. We have to get dressed."

She took his hand and they walked to the front of the bar only to see the time was 6:30, and a crowd was queuing up outside. They could see them from light from the outside lamp-post and through the shut-up curtains.

Quickly Jennie pulled on the few clothes that were hers and Charlie grabbed his and ran to the men's toilet, locking the door to the commode behind him and hastily dressing.

The crowd for karaoke was coming in as he came out fully dressed.

"You can stay for this if you want to," Jennie said, "then maybe take me back to my dorm after my shift?"

"Yeah, I guess I could," Charlie told her, "I'm not doing anything tonight and I don't have a class until Wednesday. Sure if you feed me."

"Gee," she said seductively, "I thought you had rather a lot to eat earlier. But sure what can I make you? A nice piece?"

"Sounds good to me," he answered, "but I'd probably have some real food first and THEN dessert."

She handed him a menu and went about serving her singing customers. After a bit, she came back to Charlie's booth.

"You can come back any time, professor," she said quietly, "I'm always here, even if I don't make it to class." And with that, she took out a napkin from inside her shirt and pressed it into his hand. There was her phone number, and she winked at him as she went about to other customers.