(Old story of mine) a new writer. I didn't know what category to put this under, if you have any suggestions let me know.
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Recently I started a bar tending gig at this posh hotel downtown. I upgraded from waiting tables, to cocktail waitress, to bar tending, as I just turned 21, and the tips really help with extra cash for extracurricular activities. I'm in between boyfriends right now, as I like to say... and I've been so horny lately. When the bar is empty I like to fantasize about fucking one of the random business men who come in. I'm normally a shy, quiet kind of girl. I do chat up whoever comes up to bar, the basic customer service & small talk usually.
One night, early in the shift, I'm checking out the limited amount of male inventory... I'm feeling a little more brave since I sneakily put a vodka tonic in my water bottle under the bar. I see a guy who kinda looks like my philosophy professor (whom I have a massive hot for teacher syndrome for) across the room. Mid-forties, 6' tall, brown hair, scruffy 5 o'clock shadow, his sleeves rolled up to show tan strong forearms. He walks up to the bar, holding his cellphone, distractedly texting someone. He looks a bit upset and orders a beer on tap. He barely looks up, like he can't be bother with the 'help'. I usually hate assholes like this. I ask him if he wants to start a tab, and he says no charge it to my room 760. He starts sipping his beer waiting for a reply it looks like and finally he makes eye contact with me. Or more like full body contact... he checks out my 5'7" self with perky B cups in my black shirt, and my big light brown eyes, black hair pulled up into pony tail. I smile, tilt my head a little and ask if he wants anything else.
He says, "What do you offer?" with smirk.
I say stupidly, "Whatever you want." I turn around and get on my tippy-toes to reach for a bottle on the high shelf behind me, pushing my ass out as much as possible. Someone's getting really good rum in their rum and coke even though they didn't order it.
"I'll tell you something, I asked someone to meet me here, but she's unavailable. If you meet me in my room after the bar closes I'd appreciate it." And he leaves a $100 bill under a key card. My heart is beating about 100x what it normally does. I'm thinking is this really going to happen? I just whisper out an "okay" and tuck the $ and card into my back pocket.
Now, I had about 6 hours until closing and then clean up. I'm not a prostitute I should not do this. I really shouldn't. But, God, I wanna a nice no strings attached fuck. I can close my eyes and pretend I'm fucking my philosophy professor. I don't drink any more, I completely sober up in the 6 hours and I've done the fastest clean up ever.