I saw the Rumpus Room bar out of the corner of my eye as I drove home. I'd passed it a hundred times back and forth to work but had never stopped. It was a seedy local bar--we used to call it the Rum & Pus in my drinking days--but I wanted a beer and maybe a game of pool to help me unwind from the day.
Inside the air was cool, but it had the sour smell of spilled beer and too many cigarettes. My kind of place. I grabbed a stool at the bar and signaled the bartender. Her bleached blonde hair glowed blue in the neon light of the beer sign behind the bar. Somehow she had stuffed about 200 pounds into an ancient costume from a defunct Playboy Club. She laid down a napkin and looked at me expecting an order.
"Bud," I said. I wasn't in a great mood and the less said the better. She waddled off to the cooler for my beer. I threw 2 bucks on the bar for her return. The bar was deserted except for me and a couple of chubby bar girls over in a dark corner. I couldn't make them out too well in the dim light and soon ignored them.
I'm not big on country music, but the drawled sad song playing on the juke box seemed to fit my mood. I hunched over the bar and stared into my drink.
I felt her soft hands on my shoulders gently but firmly squeezing out the day's tension. She pushed her large cushy tits into my back. I came in to be alone, but the light smell of her perfume and womanhood made me forget why. Every problem I had in the world seemed to melt away under her practiced massage.
"You're really stiff!" she said, giving me a little shake. I looked over my shoulder at her, wondering how she could see the awakening hard-on she had aroused. Realizing what she had said she laughed. "I meant your shoulders."
She was a big woman like the bartender. In fact, all the women working in the bar were large. She was much prettier and younger, though, probably in her early 20's. Her carefully styled natural blonde hair contrasted sharply with the teased dry tangle of the bartender.
"I'm Carol."
"Rick. Nice to meet you," I said wishing I had a better way with words.
"Do you want to go over in the corner?" she said pointing to the darkest part of the club. "We would be more comfortable."
