Donna heard her phone ringing as she was drying off from the shower, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked into her bedroom. She looked at her phone display, she read " Nancy" on the screen. I haven't hear from her in a while Donna thought, Nancy was a friend from her old bartending job, she hadn't talked to her in almost 6 months, since she started working in the food business.
She answered " Hey girl" she greeted.
'Double D" Nancy replied "How you been beautiful? "
"I've been good Nance, enjoying the new job and the new money, I needed a change of scenery" Donna answered.
"You have any plans on Wednesday the 17th?" Nancy asked.
"I'm not sure, whats going on?" Donna said as she started getting dressed.
"Remember old man John? " Nancy began, " Well he is having a private party for a few of his clients, its catered and he is looking for a private bartender, he asked me, but I can't do it, he immediately brought you up and asked if I could call you."
"Hmmm, I dunno nance, I'm out of that whole scene and I work Monday thru Friday, up at 7:30 am, so I don't stay out late on school nights" Donna laughed.
"Oh, I totally understand Donna, but its early, 6 to 10, at his house. He told me that they are going to a meeting, then stopping here at Heels in the early afternoon, then back to his place for dinner. He is paying $300 plus whatever tips you get." Nancy explained.
Donna thought it over, that was good, quick cash and she would be home by midnight, "Gimmie a minute Nance, let me check my Calendar" she said as she walked to her bag and pulled out a leather day planner, she dumbed through it, she was free and had no meeting scheduled on that following Thursday, so she could always schedule them late, if she got any.
"Fuck it, I'll do it" Donna said. Nancy gave Donna old man John number and told her to call him. She finished getting dressed, went downstairs and made herself a coffee. While she was driving to work she reached out to John.
"Hello?" said the soft deep voice on the other end.
"John, its Donna..... Double D from Heels...." She said.
"Oh hello D, how have you been? I miss seeing you at the bar, you always gave the best pours" John exclaimed.
"I'm doing really good, Listen, Nancy called me, said you needed a bartender for a private event? " she inquired
"Yes, Yes I do, are you available?" he inquired.
"Yeah, that why I called silly " she laughed " So whats the details?"
"So I have four clients from japan coming in next week, the night before they leave, I'm taking them to Heels, then to my home for a catered dinner. We will be to my house at 6, if possible, could you get there at 5:30 and check out the bar stock, the catering company is also bringing everything for the bar, so I'd like you there to make sure you have everything you need. Let me know now if there is anything special you need." John explained.
"That shouldn't be a problem, whats the dress code?" she asked.
"Formal, but for them, in their culture, the formal would be, well, provocative I supposed you call it." He answered.
" I have a few dresses I can wear, I think I can handle that." She replied.
"Ok then, it's a deal, I will see you next Wednesday, my address is 132 Calm Creek Road in Colts Neck, bye bye beautiful." John said.
"Can you send the address in a text, I'm driving and cant write it down" She asked.
"Not a problem, I'll send it as soon as I hang up, Bye now." John said and ended the call.
Donna had an uneventful week, she lucked out, not only did she not have any appointments the Thursday after Johns party, she only had two appointments the day of and they were both early. She would have plenty of time to shower and get ready. She began to go through her spare closet. She pulled out a silver, black and a red dress.
After trying on all three, she decided on the black dress, it was form fitting. Thin straps came over her shoulders, the front of the dressed hugged her double D tits, there was a tear drop cut out in the center of the chest, with two sequenced chains. Ample cleavage was showing through the tear drop. The dress was tight over her perfect ass and wasn't too long but was still above the knee. Admiring herself in the mirror, she decided this would classify as formal and provocative.
The 17th rolled around, Donna packed her things into a small over night bag, grabbed he dress and headed out the door, she had spoke with John during the week and asked if she could get dressed at her house, she didn't want to do the bar setup in her dress. He was fine with it. She pulled into the gated driverway, which was open, she was blown away by the size of old man johns house, it was a mansion.
She knew he was some kind of a well to do businessman from the times she talked with him when she worked at heels. He was a great tipper and would come in on the dead nights, he tipped every one so good that he sometimes stayed after closing with the bar maids as they cleaned and restock..... and drank. He used to give the bartenders $100 each to walk topless around the bar. Which, they did, Donna included, he never touched them though.
Donna noticed the catering van parked at the side entrance as she parked in front of one of the garage doors, like john told her to. She introduced herself to one of the men and he informed her all the stuff that John ordered was in the lounge room, which was connected to the dining room. Donne headed through the kitchen, she was blown away by how big it was, she went through a door to a waiters pantry, into the dining room. In the center of the room was a large ornately carved wooden table, with equally exquisite chairs, 10 of them surrounded the table. On the right side of the room was an archway with medieval looking doors that were open, she could see the bar through the open doors, she headed there.
Donna took a moment to take in the room, there was a large bay window, with thick black velvet curtains. Opposite the bar was a fireplace. A dark red leather couch and two matching love seats faced the fire place in a semi circle. Near the window was a small round table with two matching red leather seats. Six bar stools lined the bar.
When she was done taking it all in she went to work, the bar was complete with a fridge and sink. She noticed all the bottles were top shelf bourbons, scotches, vodkas, brandy and tequila. Set on the bar was a Sake setting on a tray. When she was done slicing fruit and getting situated, she looked at the time, it was ten to 5, she headed to the bathroom to get dressed.
She looked at herself in the mirror and thought she looked hot, and she did. The dress hugged her figure and the cleavage was ample, the men would have a hard time not staring. Donna walked behind the bar and was pouring herself a diet soda when she heard Johns voice talking to the caterers. He walked into the bar room " Oh there she is, don't you look stunning" John said as he walked toward her.
Donna came around the bar to give him a hug, she noticed he looked the same after 5 years, well dressed in a white jacket, white shirt with black pants and tie. He was slightly overweight and short, bald with a ring of grey hair, but he had young eyes. "Good to see you old man " Donna said as she gave him a hug. They made some quick chit chat about how things have been the part 4 years, John informed her he was going to his room to change and that the guest should be there soon as they went to their hotel briefly before coming to dinner.
As he walked out Donna called after him, " Double Manhattan John? " remembering his favorite starter drink.
" Ah, you still remember, yes dear." He called back. When he came back to the bar he had on a pair of black satin slacks and a Japanese kimono, dark green with gold and red fish embroidered on it. Donna handed him the drink, he took a sip " Delicious, you always made the best drinks" he said as he held his arms wide, displaying the robe " Do you like it, a gift from my clients"
"I does, looks comfy" she said.
" Oh it is, feels great on the skin" he said. They sat at the bar and talked about friends in common, after about 20 minutes, the door bell rang. "Ah, that would be them, would you be a dear and get the door and show them in." John walked toward the head of the table and Donna walked to the front door, she opened the door and on the porch were five Asian men, all relatively short but one, who was about 5-9 and seemed the youngest, which was still looked to be mid 50's and was carrying two small suitcases. Donna noticed they all stared a little too long at her cleavage.
The tallest of them bowed slightly as the entered and said "I am Tan" he put the suitcases down and extended his hand,
Donna shook it and said " Welcome, I'm Donna, I'll be serving you drinks tonight".
"Very good" Tan said and turned to the other four men, he introduced the oldest " This is Mr. Hatomi" the old chubby man took her hand and nodded his head " Please to meet you" he said in a heavy accent. Tan went on to introduce the others, the first was thin man with this grey hair " This is Mr. Tanaka" then to the old man next to him who was smiling like a child, "Mr. Tobishi"
They both spoke with a heavy accent as the said "hello" The last to be introduced wasn't as old as the first three, maybe in his mid sixties, square shoulder, standing upright, proud, he had thick black hair with streaks of grey. "This is Mr. Horohito."
