I stepped back from the bar and reached above my head to place a glass back on the hook. The last of the bar glasses were hung to dry and I glanced at the clock. It was going on 3am and I was dog tired. This is what I get for working as a bar tender.
Well, I was more than a bar tender; more like the man in charge, (although not the owner) but I loved what I did and I enjoyed my work. Especially the perks that came along with it. I gave orders, drank for free, my friends loved coming in when I was working, and the ladies loved me.
Who wouldn't love me? I was 6 foot, muscular, had large arms and chiseled chest from my strict work out routine. I had ebony black skin and the goatee I sported drove the women crazy. They loved it for the rough feeling when I went down on them. Go figure.
"Hey Trey!" my friend Brian called from the back. "Are you done yet? I want to go home!"
"Quit your bitching, bro!" I yelled back jokingly as I wiped my hands on a bar towel. "You gotta hot date?" Brian came out from the back and pulled up a bar stool.
"I did have a hot date." He said, "But that was 2 hours ago. She probably gave up on me by now."
"See," I said, pouring Brian a shot of Southern Comfort. "That's your problem. Your women need to work on your schedule."
"Oh, that's right!" Brian said sarcastically. "Like all your lady friends, right? All you have to do is make a phone call the second you leave here, and you could have a choice of 3 women who will get out of bed, get all dolled up and drive to your house so you can fuck the shit out of them."
I smiled, thinking that Brian was right; well, probably right. It was true that I made a good impression on women, to the point that they kept calling me wanting more. I chuckled.
"Look, its not really like that." I said, pouring myself a shot.
"Whatever man," Brian said. "You got them swinging from your cock."
I laughed again. "Bro, you gotta get with it. Its not what it seems. Don't hate the player, hate the game!"
"But how do you do it?" He asked. "How do you get these women, and keep them, and get new ones?"
"Its not easy."
"You gonna let me in on your secret?" Brian asked, taking the last bit of his drink before pushing the glass back on the bar. I took the glass and rinsed it in the sink and then placed it back on the shelf.
"Hell no!" I said, laughing. "I don't give away my secrets. Come on, lets get out of here."
Brian and I walked to the back door and I let him out, closing and locking the door behind me. We walked to the parking lot and I waved as Brian got into his pickup truck. I strode to my black BMW and beeped the car open. I got into the drivers seat and started the car. I laughed when I saw what was on the windshield.
I sighed and got back out of the car and removed the item. I chuckled. Red thongs tonight. The note attached was the same; "If you ever want to get together, give me a call. 555-1212."
I got back into my car and threw the panties onto the passengers seat. I drove the 15 minutes home in silence, glad to be off my feet. When I got home, I debated with dinner, but instead opted for a beer and TV. I took off my black t-shirt and snug jeans, and lounged on my bed only in my boxers. Several minutes later my cell rang.
"Yo." I answered, not really enthusiastically.
"Hi Trey," a sexy female voice said. "I was lonely home alone and wanted to see if you were lonely too?"
"Steph. What's up." I said, stretching and muting the TV. "Actually, I just got home and I'm dog tired. Going to bed in a few minutes. Can we hook up another time?"
"Oh, okay." she said. Then she purred, "What about a morning surprise before I go to work?" I sighed, and smiled.
"Baby, Id love to see you tomorrow, but I have off and I want to sleep in. but I promise we will get together soon. Aight?"
"Okay. Well, I guess I'll let you go. Sleep well." She hung up and I closed the phone. I turned the volume back up on the TV and vegged out. I hated saying no to my girls, but a mans gotta get some sleep.
Late the next afternoon I was headed back to the bar for another night of work. And yes, I was supposed to be off, but one of the new guys called out, so I decided to fill in. Besides, I was in a frisky mood and in the market for a new lay. I wonder how long it would take me tonight to score. I loved making bets with myself.
I came in through the back door and as usual got high fives from the staff. They loved when I was working cause I let them get away with shit, but I also made them accountable. I clocked in, and headed for the main bar. I smiled when I saw the group of women ready, willing and able. And if they weren't, well, I was sure I could talk them into it.
"Ladies, how are you?" I asked smiling, lining up some shot glasses.
"Um, we'd like a drink please," A perky blonde said. "Its my friends bacholorette party and we are out to party."
"Is that so?" I asked casually, wondering which one was the bride to be. I loved bacholorrette parties. I usually always ended up with the bride. At least until sunrise. "Tell you what, if you get your friend to come over here and give me a kiss," I smiled brightly and held up a bottle, "I'll give you all a free shot."
"Deal!" The blonde said, and ran off to find her friend. I chuckled as Brian came up behind me.
"I thought you were off tonight, bro." He said, reaching behind me for an empty keg. "No date tonight?"
"The new guy called out." I said, measuring out the shots. "I didn't have plans and I was looking for something to do."
"More like someone to do."
"You never quit, do you, man?" I said. Just then the perky blonde returned with her friend. I let out a low whistle and took her in. She was a brunette, green eyes and thick around the waist, but not chubby. Her tits were perky and her lips full. I felt myself get hard just thinking about bending her over.
"Well, hello there soon to be Mrs." I said, extending my hand. "I'm Trey, your bartender, and I hear your having your bachlorette party tonight. Last night for fun, huh?" She blushed and I laughed. Already got her hot and bothered.
"Its not like I'm going to jail." She said jokingly. "And I have every intention of behaving myself."
"Uh huh. Well, as I told your friend...?" I paused, waiting for an introduction by the blonde. She spoke.
"Oh! My name is Jamie, and the wife-to-be is, um, Meghan."
"Well, as I was telling your friend Jamie here, if you kiss me, Ill give you these shots for free." Meghan seemed to think it over for a split second, and then declined.
"I'm sorry." She said, shrugging her shoulders, "I just cant. I'm not like that."
"Meghan!" Jamie scolded. "Come on! You can do it. Its just a kiss."
"Look," I said, starting to remove the shot glasses from the counter, "if she doesn't want to do it, then its her choice." I saw Meghan out of the corner of my eye as she pondered what to do. She sucked her lower lip into her teeth and I smiled when she looked to Jamie with a 'what should I do?' look.
