Well, this one is definitely taken from another direct tease. It was a lot shorter and was in the first person point of view. I flushed it out a bit.
This came about after going to a bar with some friends and we did encounter a woman. But it ends at one point before this occurs. Of course this is purely fiction and if it really did happen -- I don't think I'd have enough time to write it. :)
Anyway, it is written in the third person point of view. (He/She) Some of you like it and others hate it with a passion (or so I see in feedback). If you don't like that, please don't read it. If you do, please read on.
Be well, Vic
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She is not sure how this day led her here. She has had one of the most exhausting Fridays in her life. Her so-called friends do not seem to have shown up. She has been standing in front of this bar for the last ten minutes. The bar looks all too-crowded from the outside; she did not even want to find out how bad it is inside. She sighs to herself, a typical Friday night. If she had only not promised to go see that stupid show - she could be home. Yes, she thought to herself, home soaking in a nice hot bath. Instead she is here in front of the crowded bar, standing with her aching feet waiting for her friends.
As much as she hates it, she glances around once more to make sure she did not miss any of her friends. She turns and heads into the bar. She moves slowly through the crowd near the center of the bar before the impromptu dance floor. She barely avoided those "accidental" brushes against her ass or chest before she came to a stop. She scans the crowd to see if any of her friends were here.
Nope, she sighs to herself once more, not here. She takes another glance towards the bar area and decide to move towards the back where she hopes one of her friends did show up early and was kind enough to hold a table for them. She needed to sit down and rest her feet, they are killing her.
Once again she avoids the accidental gropes when she arrives a few minutes later at the tables. She scans the surrounding area but do not see her friends. She wanted to scream. All the seats and tables were taken. She glances down at the nearest table. Five guys sat on some very comfortable looking chairs with a waist high table. She could be sitting in one of those chairs with her shoes off. She glances at her watch.
They're nearly half an hour late, she thinks to herself. She takes another look at the guys; they are talking loudly to one another. She can understand why they are screaming over the table at one another. The music was not too loud but the din of people talking is a bit disconcerting. Still it is not too bad considering it is Friday night at a bar in the city. She could not hear the conversation but from the body language and smiles, they're all friends. She wishes her friends were here and they were sitting down.
She reaches down with her left arm to steady herself against the back of a chair. She kicks off her left shoe and lifts her leg up.
He notices her reaching down towards his friend’s chair. At first he thought she was going to tap him on the shoulder. But then he saw her kick off her shoe and lean over to touch her foot. It was difficult to hold back from his normal male tendency and try to cop a look at her cleavage. Instead he got up and touches her shoulder.
She looks up as she feels a tap on her shoulder. She sees him smiling at her. At first she thought he was staring at her bosoms but realize that he wasn't. She could see his lips moving but could not make out what he was saying.
"What?" she loudly asked.
"Sorry." He replied loudly, "Why don't you take my seat?"
She shook her head and said, "Thanks but I'm waiting on some friends."
He laughs and says, "Well, I hope they bring a stretcher because it looks like you're going to drop."
She smiles shyly at him.
"Well then let me ask you a favor." He says.
She nods.
"Could you hold my seat? I find it necessary for the sake of personal pride to use the little boys' room before I make a mess."
She smiles up at him and slides her foot back into her shoe. She looks up and sees him holding his hand out for her hand. She takes it and is surprised at how soft it is.
He guides her towards his seat. He waits until she sits down and he leans over the table.
"Guys, I need to use The Room. Be right back."
He did not really need to use the rest room. He could have waited but she looked like she could use a break. He noticed her when she walked by. She seemed to have been looking for someone. His first thought was that she was stood up. He could hardly believe that was the fact but still, anything was possible these days. When he saw her rubbing her feet, he felt sorry for her. So he decided to do what any guy would do.
He made it to the rest room but found himself frowning. There is a line. How strange it is to find a line to the men's room. Shrugging to himself, he resigned himself to waiting. A few minutes later, he knew why there was a line. Someone had a little too much to drink and was sprawled out on the floor. A few people, he assumed bar employees, were looking to revive the guy. Everyone else was going about their business in the rest room.
He dries his hands after washing them and heads back towards the table. It seemed to have gotten more crowded, he decided as he struggled past some people. He found himself apologizing to a couple of females as he passed by.
He saw that she is talking among his friends happily. He walks up to the spot next to her.
She saw him as he steps beside her. She starts to get up but finds his hand on her shoulder. She looks up.
"It's okay, you can stay."
"No, I should go see if my friends are waiting for me outside." she says.
"Why don't you just give them a call? You can use my cell." he said as reached for his cell phone.
"It's okay, I have one." she said as she pulls her cell phone from her purse.
"Thanks." she smiles at him as she sits back down.
She looks at her phone and saw that she had a message. She dials the number to retrieve her message. She picks up the drink, the second glass of Cranberry Splash. She smiles as she takes a sip. The guys insisted that they get her a drink. She so needed a drink and decided to indulge. It is nice to have a group of guys pay her this much attention. She told them about her job and her day in the time that he was away. She put her drink down as the message plays.
He glances at her as she puts the phone away.
Leaning over, he asks, "Was that your friends?"
He waits as she takes another sip of her drink. He sees her wipe her lip with a napkin and turn towards him.
"Yes, seems they're running a lot later than I had thought."
He nods and continues, "Well, how long will they be?"
"We were going to meet here then head over to lounge where another friend of our's is performing." She shrugs.
Nodding again, he asks, "So you're not going to meet your friends here?"
"No. We're going to meet at the lounge."
She saw him nod; a little frown tugs at the edge of his lips.
"OH!" She says, "I should let you have this seat back!"
He laughs and says, "No, its okay. Keep the seat. I'm sure none of the guys would like me if I kicked you out."
She looks around the table and sees the guys looking in their direction. She isn't sure if they could hear. She found it a little difficult hearing what he is saying.
