July third fell on a Sunday. I was scheduled to work all weekend as numerous staff, including Courtney, had taken off various days this holiday weekend. I had to work a long shift today so I decided to get some exercise in before heading to work. I threw on a sports bra, a loose white tank, and some running shorts and set out for a quick jog around my community.
I enjoyed this run and had a particular route I went each time. It gave me familiarity with the neighborhood and some of its characters. I waved to Daryll, the security guard at the front gate; Cheryl, the heavy set front lawn sunbather; Emilio, the landscaper; and Earl, a front porch sitting older man. This place felt like home. I liked living here even though I still missed the convenience of living downtown. My mind wondered to various thoughts, my neighborhood, my time so far in West Palm, and my friendship with Courtney. Before I knew it I had run two miles.
I returned home and immediately took a shower. My hand soaped up my body. My skin was incredibly tan, darker than it had been in years. It stood in contrast to my white butt which had remained untouched by the sun. I soaped up my legs and butt. I had been doing a lot of leg exercises and my butt was getting bigger - too big for my liking. I decided I'd start dieting more and exercising less.
I arrived at work mid-afternoon and the bar and restaurant were already bustling with a decent amount of patrons. I set up behind the bar and went to work. It was your typical West Palm mix of beautiful younger people and older people vacationing or enjoying the eye candy. In the short period I had worked here I had already become familiar with the regulars. I had also noticed the abundance of promiscuity down here, especially in the bar scene. It made me feel better about my own promiscuity since moving down here. Maybe there was something in the air down here - or the water, or the booze.
As afternoon morphed into night the bar became more crowded and the fruits of my promiscuity were present up and down the bar. Jimmy was there with a large group of guy including Shane, Kevin, and the aptly named Rod - whose rod I had serviced between two dumpsters weeks before. Bill was also at the bar. It was the first time I had seen him since he asked me to leave his hotel room after I swallowed an ungodly amount of his cum months ago. I had come to grips that sex was mostly casual down here but the amount of men in this bar who I'd hooked up with in one manner or another still made me feel slutty
Luckily the bar was so busy I had no time to think about anything other than slinging drinks. The night went fast and as the time passed the bar began to empty out. I was wearing down physically and mentally as I often do. I had done a few shots with customers throughout the night. Nothing strong but enough to leave me slightly buzzed. My legs were already sore from standing all night. I was sweaty and tired but still had close to an hour left of work, not including the time it would take to close up.
Jimmy came up and asked for his tab.
"You just love to show off those tits of yours you little slut," he joked. I looked down and noticed my tank top was sagging slightly, likely weighed down by sweat and my constant movement throughout the night. Half of my tits were visible. He was such an asshole and seemed to have a knack for exploiting my self-esteem. For some reason, I found myself attracted to men like that down here. As he handed me his credit card I felt something else in his hand. As I wrung him up I noticed he had handed me a small bag of blow.
"You look like you could use some of that," Jimmy smiled as he signed his tab.
"If you need to relax you can always swing by my place after work. There's no way I'll be asleep," an obvious indication he was the reason the bag was only a quarter full.
