Emma walked past the bar twice a day. She'd arranged her journey to work to make it like that, getting on and off the train at a different stop to her colleagues to ensure she always passed by the bar at the start and end of her working days. Her colleagues thought she did it just for the extra exercise, and she didn't correct that impression. They were all far too vanilla to understand the attraction of the bar, and the memories it generated in her every time she walked past it.
The girl behind the bar was new, and Emma was beginning to doubt her plan of staying at the bar all night, feeding her regular compliments and oversized tips while turning down other approaches. The girl was just her type, though – young, dark hair in a bob, full and soft lips painted bright red and a toned, athletic body beneath the standard white blouse and black skirt all the bar girls wore.
It was getting towards the end of the night now, and various newly-forged duos, trios and more were leaving together, leaving Emma nursing her wine and plotting ways for a dignified retreat. The girl sauntered back down the bar, slowly wiping it as she went.
"We're closing up soon." She said, glancing at Emma's glass.
"It's all right, I'll just finish up and go."
"Really? After you've been staring at my arse and flirting all night?" She grinned, twirling a set of keys. "The boss has pulled a couple and she's heading off with them for some fun. After I lock up, I've got the place to myself...unless you want to have another drink and wait for me to finish up?"
Waiting for everyone else to leave had been sweet torment, but she'd stood behind the girl, fondling that sweet arse through her skirt as she'd locked the door. They were both naked within a couple of minutes of the last key turning in the lock, the girl sprawling out on one of the bar's soft leather couches while Emma buried her face between her legs...
She couldn't help it, but each time she walked past it she'd remember a different visit there. Emma wondered if it had that effect on anyone else, or if they even noticed the bar was there. It was famously discreet, dropped down below the level of the pavement, very little outside to draw attention to it, darkened windows revealing none of what occurred inside.
The three of them had been eyeing each other up all night long, and they'd finally made their move on the dancefloor. She'd made sure they could see she was headed there, and had shown off for a while, glad she'd worn that tight skirt that showed off her body to maximum effect as she danced.
There'd been no need for pretence as they joined her. They came straight to her, him moving in behind Emma, swaying with her, his hands resting lightly on her hips, while she came in front of Emma, her body mirroring and echoing her movement, as she took Emma's hands in hers. The three of them moved closer together, feeling the pulse of the music as one, Emma slowly kissing the woman, feeling their bodies rubbing together as eh she instinctively ground herself against the man, feeling his hardness rubbing against her.
They were only visiting the city, and Emma was soon back in their penthouse hotel suite. There she crouched behind the naked form of Jeaninne, seeing the delicious curve as she arched her back, while Armand trickled expensive champagne down her back. Thin trails flowed over the blonde's flawless skin and down to Emma's waiting lips, lapping it up from the small of her back.
