The Bar was its usual quiet self on this Monday evening, as there was no themed nights held tonight. Many of our clientele use the Monday to recover from the arduous partying they did during the weekend. We are always packed to the rafters on the weekend.
As I was saying, it was very quiet. The usual Monday night regulars who come in for one or two drinks then leave. Tonight I had to throw out one drunk and I was throwing out Benny once again. Well throwing out isn't the word for it, I was persuading him to go home. It was the same routine week in, week out. He would drop his Pint of Lager on the floor and that would signal his time was up for this week. I would ask him to leave and he'd moan at me because I was acting like a dictator on par with the likes of Stalin, Mussolini and Hitler. We would walk outside together and a taxi would be hailed and he would be on his way home. Once again it happened and as I closed the door to the taxi, telling the driver where to drop off Benny, a woman's voice asked me "Is the bar still open?"
I looked at my watch and noticed it was now past last orders. As I turned to give my answer that it was too late I was in heaven. In front of me was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, her beauty could only be rivalled by the angelic women in the heavens. She was every man's fantasy and every man's perfect woman. I looked at her gazing at her beauty taking her in. I followed the flow of her long brown hair from the top of her head down to the ends just below the shoulders, it was even more dramatic against the backdrop of her fair skin that looked so smooth and how I wish I could run my fingertips against it just once. But the most spectacular part of her body was her eyes, my god her eyes were emerald green and seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. There was no way I was telling this goddess that she couldn't get a drink in my Bar because it was past last orders. I wanted to know everything about her, who she was, where she's from and if she's single.
"Is the Bar still open?" the woman questioningly asked once more somewhat more forcefully. I clicked out of my coma like state and answered, "Yes of course, the Bar is always open to gorgeous ladies like you."
"That's good," the woman replied, "I'm only staying for one drink before I go home."
I motioned for the lady to enter the Bar as I opened the door for her, my gentlemanly charms were kicking in and it was working. As she passed I thought I saw a sly grin and another sparkle from those gorgeous eyes of hers. When we reached the Bar I asked her, "So what's your poison?"
"Well I don't know really, hmmmm how about a Bloody Mary?" she enquired.
"No problem," I replied "One Bloody Mary coming up."
Bending down I took an Old Fashioned glass from its spot and scooped a few ice cubes into it to cool the glass down. I began to pour the ingredients into the Cocktail shaker. Scooping in several Ice cubes I then added two measures of vodka, not any vodka, but one of the best on offer in the Bar, Stolichnaya. Next I added the tomato juice around 4 measures, free pouring of course. Stirring the mixture for a second to blend the two ingredients together, I then added half a teaspoon of horseradish, a drop of Tabasco and Worcestershire sauce, a pinch of salt and pepper and a drop of lemon juice to finish it off. Putting the lid on securely I looked towards my waiting customer, she was staring at me intently watching my every move, as if I was the only other person left on this plane except for her. Shaking the mixture, the fluid movements of my body began to blend the ingredients in the shaker together. Her voice echoed across the Bar as she commented, "Well I don't know about the cocktail but the way you mix it, your making my mouth water and its not the only part of me that is." Then she winked at me, and that slight grin appeared on her face making me nearly drop the shaker and all its contents. She laughed at my reaction and I looked at her smiling embarrassingly.
With the cocktail ready I took the lid off and replaced the melted ice in the glass with fresh ice cubes and strained the Bloody Mary into the glass. The crimson red liquid looking a lot like blood, hence the name Bloody Mary, quickly engulfed the interior of the glass. Finally I garnished it with a celery stalk. Grabbing a paper napkin I placed it in front of the woman and handed her the Bloody Mary. She liked her lips slightly as she handled the glass with her long slender fingers. Waiting for her reaction to the first sip was like an eternity. Her lips parted as she took a small mouthful. Keeping it in her mouth long enough to place the glass back onto the counter she swallowed just as she let go of it. My god it was an erotic sight to witness, then to add even more onto the sight she moaned softly through her closed lips all the while looking at me.
" My, my you making the cocktail made me water, but I think the tasting brought me to orgasm, mmmm I love a good Bloody Mary, but when I find a brilliant one I savour the moment and the person who made it," she teasingly spoke.
I felt myself going red with embarrassment at this woman's forwardness towards me. Taking a few moments to compose myself I thanked her, "Well it's always a pleasure to hear a customer compliment my drinks and it's my pleasure to serve you."
Then the nerves were gone and I asked, "So what's your name?" The green eyed goddess replied, "My name's Jade and yours is?"
