The bar was beginning to get crowded. You could hear the clink of glasses and tinkle of ice cubes. Cigarette smoke swirled around in a blue haze. The smell of food cooking permeated the area. Thomas Patrick Murphy stood at the end of the bar and surveyed the scene. Paddy’s Pub had been open for a week now and all indications were it was going to be a success.
Just a month ago Tom had been working as a Massachusetts State Trooper. He had been on the force for 25 years. One night he made a routine traffic stop for a broken taillight. It was one of thousands of traffic stops he had made over the course of his career. When the driver got out to look at the back of his car, Tom momentarily turned his back on him to point out the broken light. For some unknown reason the motorist went for his service revolver.
In the ensuing struggle, Tom ended up shooting and killing the motorist. It was the first time he had ever fired his gun in the line of duty. He decided he had had enough and put in his retirement papers. His good friend Paddy Hagen, also a retired State Trooper, offered him a job managing a new Irish pub he was opening. Paddy already owned a bar called Hagen’s and needed someone he could trust to run Paddy’s Pub.
Tom was forty-five years old and in excellent physical shape. He stood six foot three and was as solid as a rock. Few people dared to challenge him and those who did soon regretted it. He was getting to like his new career. What the hell he thought. I’ve hung out in bars all my life and now I am being paid for it. He also liked the hot women who were patrons of the bar, not to mention several of the ones who worked there.
Two women in particular really gave him a hard-on. Julie the bartender was about 35 years old, short blond hair with fantastic tits and a nice ass. She was a great bartender, remembering customer’s names and what their usual drink was after one time in the bar. Tom knew her from Paddy’s other bar where she occasionally filled in. She was recently divorced and was now working here full time. She also had quite a mouth on her and Tom swore she knew more dirty jokes than most guys he knew.
The other sexy woman was Brenda. She was a waitress. Brenda was a tall, slim black woman about the same age as Julie. She had nice tits, a skinny waist, long legs, and her best feature was her perfect pair-shaped ass. Brenda was always smiling and had that gleam in her eye that made you think she was always up to something.
Thinking of fucking the two of them always gave him a boner. Julie came to the end of the bar and said “Hey Tom wake up! What are you daydreaming? Do you want another beer?”
Tom snapped out of his daze. He had three pints of Guinness already and didn’t want to get too buzzed. “No thanks cutie, I have to hit the men’s room. I’ll be right back.”
Actually there was no official men’s room. The bar was too small to have large ladies and men’s rooms. Since space was an issue, Paddy had decided to have two unisex bathrooms put in with just a toilet and sink. This way anyone could use whichever restroom was available. Tom tried the first door and it was locked. As he went for the second door someone scooted in ahead of him. He paced back and forth trying to decide whether or not he should go out in the alley. That’s how bad he had to pee.
Just then the first door opened and Brenda stepped out. She had a funny look on her face. “Uh you might want to wait a few minutes before going in there,” she said.
Tom looked at her “Either I go in there or it’s on the floor.” He entered the restroom and locked the door. And then it hit him. Damn, it smelled like a bear had taken a huge shit in there. He held his hand to his nose and tried to hold his breath while fishing his cock out with his other hand. He didn’t even bother to lift the toilet seat up and of course he ended up pissing all over the seat. He ran from the room without washing his hands.
As he exited the restroom Julie was waiting to get in. “Watch the bar for me I gotta pee.” Before he could say anything she was in the restroom and closing the door. He walked over to the bar and waited.
Julie came out after a minute or two and headed straight for him. She was furious. “What the fuck Tom, you peed all over the goddamn toilet seat. Not to mention it smells like someone fucking died in there. You need to designate one of the restrooms for ladies only. I am tired of sitting my ass down in some guys piss every time I have to take a leak.”
He wasn’t going to argue with her. After all he was guilty of peeing on the seat. He agreed he would get a new sign tomorrow and designate one restroom for ladies only. She walked away in a huff. He saw Brenda standing by the waiter’s station. She smiled and winked at him. All in a days work he thought.
The next day he changed the sign on the first restroom to read ladies only. Julie came over and thanked him and said she was sorry for getting angry with him. He ex-husband always made a mess in their bathroom at home and that’s what set her off last night. She gave him a sexy smile, patted his arm and he melted. He told her it was no problem.
A while later Brenda glided up next to him. He felt her thigh pressing up against him. “I’m sorry about last night Mr. Murphy. I don’t know what happened. I never had to do that in a public toilet before. I was so embarrassed. Thanks for not telling Julie it was me.” She flashed her million-dollar smile and he was putty in her hands. He told her not to worry about it.
That night as he was about to close up the bar, the cleaning man called to say he couldn’t make it in, as his car wouldn’t start. Shit thought Tom, now I have to clean up. He placed the bar stools on the bar and swept the floor. Then he got out the bucket and mop and headed for the restrooms. As he was cleaning the ladies only restroom, he noticed a grill on the wall directly across from the toilet. It appeared to have a panel behind it. The contractor who did the renovations must have taken a short cut and instead of removing the old vent, tried to cover it up from behind.
Tom poked his finger through the vent and the panel fell backwards. He could see a dim light. He got a flashlight and went down the basement. Unlocking the storeroom where they kept the beer and liquor, he stepped in side. It took him a while to find the vent but there it was just over the top of the stacked up beer cases. He got a stepladder and climbed up. Looking through the vent, he was eye level with the rim of the toilet. It was about three feet away. He replaced the panel and went back upstairs and closed up the bar.