The Bartender's Gift

I.

"Whats wrong?" asked the bartender. He was a little older than Leon. Probably in his forties. Broad shouldered and barrel chested, standing just over six foot, and his hair was close cropped. Bart, as the name tag on his white button down shirt proclaimed, had the look of someone who had played football once upon a time.

Leon felt a little small before him. After all, he was just five foot ten, pale, and lean with sloping shoulders. His hair was light brown and cut and styled into a small pompadour that he spent time each morning perfecting before work. He was in his collared shirt and sweater, skinny jeans, and a long pea coat on the hook under the bar along with his leather messenger bag. He went to the gym, but as his physique showed, mostly for cardio and yoga. Weights were something he assiduously avoided.

"What makes you think something is wrong," Leon asked before taking a sip of his beer. The Night Spirit was a reasonably clean dive bar in the few blocks between Union Square and the Financial District. Leon had heard of this bar from his friends at work, but this was the first time he had ever stumbled in. Had it not been for the rain making a mess of both the subway and the surface transport, he probably would never have come in, just passing by ignoring the little sign like every other time he had walked near.

"It's a Tuesday night. It's a twenty minutes to last call. You ain't paid a bit of attention to the games on the tv and you clearly aren't interested in the girls at the other of the bar."

Leon looked up and smirked, giving a sideways glance down the bar. At the far end, two women were checking their phones. Their short skirts, high heels, and tight, low-cut tops screamed professional. But he could also see that they were women who had been ridden rough and put away wet to many times, otherwise why would they be in this dive bar and not working one of the hotels or bars that catered to the convention crowd just a few blocks away. "Someone would pay for that Russian Roulette?"

"You'd be surprised," said the bartender. "So talk to me. Otherwise I might have to talk with them to keep from going stir crazy."

Swallowing the last of his beer, Leon considered the bottom of his glass before signalling for another. "Give me a refill. You don't want to hear my problem. Its stupid."

"Give me something to laugh at," said the bartender, taking the glass and refilling it.

"Alright, let me start by saying I love my fiancée," Leon said defensively. "Its just... god this will sound awful... I just wish she would be sexier when it came to sex. Be willing to do more than just spread her legs."

"You tried talking to her about it?" asked bartender, sliding the glass back to him on the counter.

"Yes," he said quickly, taking sip. It was only a partial lie. He had brought it up but then she started to seem defensive about it so he dropped it.

"Maybe watch some porn with her?"

Leon laughed, causing some of the beer to spurt from his nose. "If you knew my fiancée, you'd know just how much she hates porn."

The bartender leaned back and folded his arms. "You sure you want to be with her then? I mean, dude, if it's not good now, take it from a guy whose been married three times, it ain't going to get better."

"No, I do," he said. Was he trying to convince himself? He shook off the thought. "So have you discovered anything that works after three marriages?"

"Sometimes you need a little help," he said with a shrug.

"What kind of help?"

The bartender looked around and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold medallion about the width of hockey puck but not as thick. In the center was a small red ruby. There was some inscription on the side and what looked like angels on it.

Leon snorted as he looked at it. "Looks like something my grandpa would wear... or Mr. T."

The bartender smiled. "Don't believe me?" He placed it on the bar next to Leon's glass.

"You're saying it like a magic thing or something? C'mon," said Leon.

"All you gotta do is put it under where your girl sleeps and say 'Numen auxilium eius lapsae' and get your girl to say 'Amen'."

Leon picked it up and looked at it. "So what's the catch? If this was a magic amulet, you wouldn't just give it away."

"That's the catch. You have to give it away. Can't sell it. Can't use it more than once."

"Can you keep it?" asked Leon, turning it over in his fingers.

Bartender shrugged. "I suppose. I used it on my second wife. And did it ever work! But I didn't listen to the guy who gave it to me. Tried to use it on my third wife when she started to lose interest in stuff. Didn't do anything. Probably why she's my third ex!" He laughed as he reached for something under the bar and then muttered, "Damn have to go get more in the back."

Leon thought about it, as the bartender disappeared into the back, barely noticing that a stunning raven-haired woman had taken a seat three chairs down from him at the corner of the bar. The bartender took her order before he returned to Leon.

This was absurd wasn't it? Leon thought to himself, but he never put the medallion down, rather played with it in his fingers. Leon and the bartender talked for a few minutes and then eventually he walked out when he finally caught the hint that it was closing time and he was keeping the bartender later than he should. Leon made it to the door before he realized he was still holding the medallion in his hand. Looking at it, he considered dropping it on the last table before the door. Instead, he slipped it in his pocket before catching a ride home.

II.

And it stayed there for a week almost entirely forgotten. Until he lay there after another round of love-making. Yes, he thought, he had gotten off, but it felt so boring, so routine.

His fiancée, Natasha, lay there in the dark next to him. His hand ran along her body, feeling her warm flesh as she giggled from the touch a little. Natasha was attractive, he knew that. She was about 5'6, with light brown hair that had a soft wave to it reaching her mid back even though she usually kept in a forehead braid style,. Her eyes were a light brown and her lips were full but on the pale side. She had a little more weight than she wanted, but Leon actually enjoyed. She had soft curves, but not what anyone would ever say fat, and her boobs were a nice 34b, though not as perky as they had been back in college, with dusky rose nipples Leon wished would get more of a reaction from her when he suckled them.

He slipped out of bed to use the bathroom. As he did, he kicked his jacket accidentally. Picking it up, he felt the amulet. Pulling it out, he held it in his hands as he used the toilet. Turning it over a few times, he imagined what it might do. But in the end, he knew it was probably nothing.

Which was why he was surprised when he knelt by his side of the bed and slide the medallion under the width of the bed. It moved almost like it was guided, sliding on the carpet amid the dust bunnies until it came to rest under Natasha's side of the bed. He knew there was something he was supposed to say as he slipped back into the bed. What was it? And then he remembered, " "Numen auxilium eius lapsae," he said, not sure if he pronounced it right.

Natasha stirred, sleepily saying without opening her eyes, "What was that babe?"

"Just saying my prayers," he said softly slipping back into bed.

"Oh good," she slurred. "Amen."

Leon was surprised. He waited.

Nothing happened.

Leon sighed. He told himself he did not believe that anything would happen. But maybe it would, he thought.

And still nothing happened.

Just the normal sounds of the night around him, and the slow breathing of the sleeping Natasha. After a little while, he fell asleep behind

That night his dreams were particularly vivid. As his brain climbed towards consciousness he was sure he must still be in one of them. He could feel the warm sun coming through the window on his skin, and the sensuous feeling of a mouth on his hard cock. The wet feel of her tongue on his cockhead was amazing, a sensation he had forgotten how much he enjoyed.

Natasha had never been one to enjoy sucking cock. Occasionally, he would get a perfunctory lick and sick form her, but nothing like the feeling the tongue, mouth and hands on his cock were sending through his body now.

His hands moved up, feeling the head of the person, it was bobbing up and down slowly. His eyes opened to the sight of Natasha's head, hair draped over his crotch, bobbing up and down. Leon moaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt her tongue tease his cockhead like she had been practicing this for years instead of demurring almost every time he hinted that she might give it a try.

Natasha's mouth sucked harder as bobbed a little faster up and down Leon's shaft. Her hands were teasing his balls carefully before one slipped up to his cock as she focused on the head once again, stroking his rod up and down rapidly. She could feel his hand on her head, playing with her hair as her tongue teased the head, playing with his piss hole with the tip for a moment before teasing the sensitive spot on the underside. Leon bucked his hips slowly in response, enjoying the sensation.

"Hey baby," she said, letting his cock slip from her lips as she worked her hand on his cock up and down. Licking the underside of the head slowly with the flat of her tongue, she used her free hand to brush her hair aside with a little giggle that sounded sexy as hell ot Leon's ears. "Like how I woke you up this morning?"

"God yes," he grunted. "I... I..."

"Shhhh," she said, "think about it." And then she took his cockhead back in her mouth, pushing down quickly to take the full length of his member into her. The sight of his girlfriend deepthroating him was more than Leon could take. A few moments later, he shuddered, his cock exploding in the back of her mouth, sending his seed down her throat.

Natasha felt the cock throb in her throat, then quickly pulling back so that just the tip was in her mouth, she grabbed the shaft and stroked it furiously with one hand. Then there was a series of sudden spurts of cum shooting in her mouth. In the past she had wanted it out of her mouth as fast as she could, but this time, she was in a haze of pleasure. She savored the taste, holding it her mouth, feeling a buzz and an energy she had never felt before.

She leaned back on on her knees, watching her fiance's smile as he laid there on the bed. She didn't know what had got into her. She had given a few blowjobs in her life, usually when Leon guilted her into it. Truth be told, she hated giving them, they felt so demeaning to her.

But not now. She had woken earlier with a need in her that she had never felt before. ANd now, Natasha wanted more. Why had she been so against giving blowjobs?

Natasha loved the feeling of pleasuring him. The taste of his cum made her tingle like nothing else. It was like the first taste of food after fast or water after a hard run. She loved how she could feel his energy in her, feeling how much what she was doing made him want her more. But now that he was done, that was he was recovering, it was ... it was good, she thought. Not nearly as good as it had been a few minutes before.

She decided she wanted that feeling more often. Why have I been so resistant to gving blow jobs? Natasha wondered, if they made me feel this good and he enjoyed it this much.

III.

A few minutes later, Leon was out of the shower, wearing his suit and pulling some food out for breakfast. Natasha came out into the kitchen walking like he had never seen her before in a small robe that barely covered her ass. Something looked different about her. Her curves looked more accentuated. And the robe... he could feel his mouth watering as he enjoyed how it barely covered her. He forgot she even had that, having seen it only once before when she had received it as a thank you gift for being a bridesmaid a few years ago.

Leon had to admit he was noticing things about her that he had forgotten about. One of those was how good her ass looked like that. As she reached for juice in the fridge, he came up behind her and to her by the hips, pulling her against his pelvis as he nuzzled her ear.

"Mmmm, someone's got some naughty thoughts," purred Natasha as she wiggled her ass back against him, feeling the bulge there.

"You think, hun?" he said, nibbling at her earlobe.

Natasha purred. In her head she imagined what was probably going through Leon's mind. The image was not one she had ever admitted to herself. Leon was behind her, pushing her down roughly over the kitchen table, pushing up robe with one hand before reaching between her legs to finger her needy pussy. She was begging, egging him on, feeling his need to dominate, to use her, as he shoved his hard, cock into her.

Something in her told her she needed to wait for that. It will be so much better, it promised.

Her breath was getting a little heavy thinking about what Leon wanted. Or was it what she wanted, she was confused. Were they her fantasies she hoped he was having too or were they his fantasies and she feeling them. Another nibble of her earlobe banished the thought and she shivered at the thoughts. She could see herself pushed against the kitchen island, feeling his cock ramming up hard into her from behind, as she held herself up for him, demanding he go harder, feeling his lust take him deeper into her.

The feel of his cock straining at her through his pants. Natasha could tell just how much her fiancée wanted her. It was something she had not felt from him since they first dated. She wanted it. She wanted to taste it. Hell, she knew that she wanted it in her, but something was holding her back from turning around and unzipping his fly and pulling out his cock and pulling him into her.

Natasha moved her knees so her ass worked up and down his shaft through the pants. She could feel him against her. She could feel that need and it was sinfully delicious. His hands, roaming her body, slipping into her robe to cup her breasts. When had her nipples become so sensitive? She wondered for a moment, her head falling back as she shivered a little from the sensations of her hardened nubs being teased.

"Oh yes, you have such naughty thoughts," she purred into his ear. In minds eye she could now see herself, on her knees, working her tits against his shaft, licking the tip as it popped through, seeing his face as she teased him with her whole body.

"Who told you?" he whispered in her ear.

Natasha licked her lips and moaned softly, kissing the side of his neck before whispering in his ear, "But don't you have to go to work?"

"Screw work," he said, his hips grinding against her. He needed to get his pants off but he was enjoying the feel of her flesh so much. Her smell this morning was intoxicating. How had he never noticed that before? Or had he just forgotten in all the years since the first time they had met. It had been a year since he had ever felt this hard just by the sight, the smell,the touch of a woman, much less his fiancee. "G-d you are so amazingly hot right now, I need... I need you," he said as he began to bite lightly on her neck.

He could feel her writhe, spinning slowly against him as his hands roamed over her body, the robe slipping off her shoulders. Leon needed to have his cock freed. He needed to feel himself in her, taking her. He couldn't remember wanting anything this much on such a base level.

Suddenly, he felt her hands on his cock, surprised by how deftly her fingers had opened his pants and fished his stiff cock out. He could feel her warm fingers stroking him, his breath getting shorter as she broke his kiss. She was on her knees, he could feel her tongue dancing over his cockhead, then her lips wrapping around his shaft.

Leon grabbed her hair, pulling on it as he grunted softly. His hips starting to move, forcing himself further into mouth as he used her hair to pull her face down on his cock. "Goddamn you're such an eager cocksucker this morning," he grunted.

Natasha giggled a little with her lips still on his cock. She could feel the need, the desperation he had to cum from what she was doing to him. It was like the greatest high she had felt. A part of her wondered why, but the majority of her mind was screaming for more.

She leaned in, swallowing down his shaft, gagging just a little as the head pushed into her throat. Natasha was able to look up at him, see his face, watching him panting in pleasure as she worked his cock with her mouth, tongue, and throat. Her fingers danced, teasing and caressing his balls as she started to move her head. She shivered a little as she felt him get forceful and pull her down, deep throating him once more, by yanking on her hair with both hands.

"Fuck, honey," groaned Leon, his hips moving more now. He could feel the sensations overwhelming him. Where had she learned to do this? was a something he wondered for a fleeting moment. He didn't care, he decided. He just wanted it to keep going. "I'm going to..."

Natasha pulled her mouth off his cock. "Cum on me, baby," she whimpered in a little girl voice, using her tongue to tease the head of his cock. "Cum on me, I wanna feel your jizz on me."

The moment Leon heard those words, he lost it. Her hand stroked him as he felt himself explode, his cum spraying her face. His knees got weak as she licked his cockhead, stroking the last of his seed onto her tongue.

Natasha had a satisfied look on her face, using her fingers to scoop up the white jizz on her face, licking it off as Leon braced himself against the kitchen island.

It took Leon nearly fifteen minutes to clear his head. The orgasm had been mind blowing, and draining. After he was certain of his name again, Leon still needed to make an effort of will to pull his pants up and move from where he had collapsed on the floor after Natasha had taken his load.

He still wanted more. Even though his cock was soft now, the urge to stroke it, to get it ready for her to drain again was intense. He tried to pull her on him, but a whisper in his ear promised that if he was a good boy and went to work to rest up, Natasha would have a surprise waiting for him tonight.

IV.

Natasha should have been getting herself ready for work when he Leon left, but she decided she needed a mental health day. There were other people who could analyze risk for the company. She wanted to do something fun, something she had not done in a while.

As she thought about what she would do, she dropped one of the pearl earrings she habitually wore on the floor. It rolled under the bed, eliciting a curse from her. Grabbing for it, Natasha's hand found the medallion under the bed. Sitting on the floor, she held the chain and medallion for a moment, inspecting it as her earring was forgotten.

"When did I get this?" She murmured to herself, holding the necklace in the palm of her hand. It was a gold chain with a gold charm hanging from it. The charm was a round design about three inches in diameter and maybe a quarter inch thick. There was a dark red ruby in the center that really seemed to dazzle in the light of the bedroom. Sections of the circle had been hollowed out in three places, two above the center gem and one directly below it.

Natasha licked her lips. She stared at it. She could feel the sparkle of the gem, it was like it was singing to her. No, she knew it wasn't singing. It was melodic, but it was more like it was a poem, telling her to awake, telling her to be who she was.

She shook herself after a few moments, breathing a little heavily as she slipped it around her neck. Turning her head, she felt as though she was finally herself in the full length mirror of her closet door.