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Her tits pushed over her low cut shirt as she leaned on the counter. She could barely hear what the customer was asking for and seemed pained. She ran to the cooler to grab him a beer, and snapped off the top before handing it to him. She gave a quick, weak smile before another patron started on his order.
Sara was a new bartender here at Lisa's. She has only been here less than a month, but she's catching on. She's quicker with the drinks now and a little lighter on her feet. And damn is she nice to look at. I'd been a customer at Lisa's since I moved back to this godforsaken town fifteen years ago. It was just a local watering hole, a dive, but it felt like a second home to me. Lots of friendships started and stopped here at this very bar.
But never had I ever thought about any of the bartenders more than I thought about Sara. She was a heavy girl, young. She had an awesome full chest and blonde curly hair down to her waist. She had full, pouty lips that I could just imagine sticking my tongue between. She was sweet and friendly with a quick wit and strong southern accent. She had a big ass and big hips.
I watched her from my usual booth in the back. I could sit here and sip whiskey and smoke cigarettes. A few guys I knew would come in and we'd talk for a few. But mostly, I was here to relax and rewind. And I couldn't help but watch her. I especially loved to watch her bend over when she wiped down the tables.
I've talked to her before, but I doubt that she paid any attention to me. I'm just an old man, with short gray hair and strong lines on my face from too many years of partying and working. I'm a blue collared man, certainly not one that pretty woman would ever go for. Fuck, I could be her father.
I tried to tell myself those things because I couldn't stop fantasizing about her. Sometimes I thought she wore the tightest shirts on the days that I came in. She was teasing me on purpose.
I walked up to the bar and sat down on the stool. The crowd was winding down and it was closing time soon. "What can I get for ya?" she asked, looking exhausted. She was in the middle of wiping down the bar.
"Just a beer, sweetheart," I said. "Whenever you get a chance."
"Anything for you, honey," she smiled with a wink. She grabbed my beer and an ashtray. "How was work today, Joe?"
I almost asked how she knew my name before realizing that I had my work shirt on. "The usual." I took a big gulp of my Budweiser. "You looking like you're catchin' on here."
She stopped wiping and smiled big at me. I felt my stomach turn in knots. "You noticed, huh? Yeah, I thought so too. I feel like I'm on it tonight!" I laughed and nodded at her. She started to organize behind the bar. "Well, Joe you're the last one in here. I'm gonna start counting the drawer if you don't need anything else."
"No, nothing else, darlin'." I set her tip on the counter and bid her goodnight.
I thought of her on my way home. I wish there was a way I could get to know her, or get to know something about her. The only pieces of information I knew were things she'd said in passing; little tidbits of information that didn't really mean anything. I would like to maybe find out where she lived, leave her a bouquet of flowers or something. Something to let her know I wanted her. And wanted her bad.
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It was Friday night and was my usual night to stop off at Lisa's before heading home. Sara and Missy were working the bar, and Jackie was taking food orders. Jackie was an older friend of mine. We had dated once many years ago, but she was a little too loose for my liking. At the spur of a moment I decided to prod Jackie for a little information about my Sara.
"Oh Sara?" she asked, holding a cigarette between her lips as she talked. "Ain't she a sweet thing? She's from Knoxville. She just graduated from college." She must live in town then, I thought. Most college kids can't buy houses in the country.
"Yeah this guy at work's taken a likin' to her," I lied.
"Well she's available. She said most guys up-a this way don't like girls like her. Just wan' that skinny trailer trash." Jackie huffed. "She's a good girl, now."
"Yeah, she seems real sweet." It suddenly felt awkward to be standing here with Jackie. I ordered a side of fries just so she wouldn't catch on.
After she handed me the greasy paper plate of fries, she said, "You tell that boy you work with to come by and say hi. Or, go to the library, she works there sometimes, too."
I sat in my usual booth, sipping on my Jack and Coke. I watched her move fluently from each customer. I couldn't take my eyes off of her chest. She had to have triple D's. I could see a lacey bra underneath the white t-shirt she was wearing. I wanted to reach over the counter and rip that t-shirt off. I wanted to see those big fleshy tits bouncing as she ran from one customer to the next. I waited in the bar until I was the last customer. There was still an hour left until closing time, and Jackie had just taken off. Missy cleaned and counted the drawer while Sara wiped off the tables. "How ya doin' tonight, Joe?" she asked. It was hard for me not to watch her ass sway as she wiped diligently.
