(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.