She wished she had some nail polish to fix it. Alex noticed the run in her stocking as she stepped out of her car. Deciding to ignore it and hoping that everyone else did as well, she smoothed her skirt and reached for the purse that lay on the passenger's seat.
It's now or never.
She nudged herself past the front door marked in elaborate letters, Jake's Blues Pub. After navigating her way past the drunken men at the bar, Alex chose the booth in the back corner. She could see the piano better from that table. Besides, the drunks did not want to wander this far back into the bar to harass her. It would take too much effort to do something like that. Alex breathed a sigh of relief and flagged down the waitress.
The waitress nodded curtly in Alex's direction and returned to the bar, avoiding some groping and petting along the way. John, the bartender, noticed the peeved look on Sue's face as she picked a piece of lint from her uniform.
"The fancy dame back again?"
"Yeah, Can you believe she has the nerve to keep comin' in here? What? Does she like slummin' it or somethin'?"
John grabbed the brandy snifter from off the glass rack. He noticed how his own hand dwarfed the glass. He carefully filled it with the prescribed amount and pushed it in front of Sue.
"You know what they say darlin'."
Sue laughed and replied, "Don't take quarters. They jingle in your bra."
"No, you lame-ass. Different strokes for different folks. Anyways, maybe she likes it here."
"Well, if I looked like the money she spent on her nails alone, I wouldn't hang out in a dump like this. I would be livin' the high life."
John nodded and turned to help the other waitress who needed attention. Sue slid the brandy snifter onto her tray and headed towards the lady's table.
Alex watched the conversation between the bartender and waitress, making note of the fact they would occassionally look in her direction. When the waitress finally deposited her drink on the table, Alex smiled and whispered, "Thank you." Sue felt a forced, yet polite smile creep across her face.
"You're welcome, hun." Alex shook her head as Sue walked away.
They just don't know.
About the same time Alex was thanking Sue for the drink, Jake made his way towards the piano. Though the rest of the bar was not much to look at with its stains and patrons, the piano was the one bright spot in the whole place. At least it was for Jake. Every night at seven o'clock, he felt alive. His hands would touch the keys and music would just flow out of the piano. Hell, everyone told him that he was the best they had ever heard.
But, how do you really thank someone for a compliment after they grab you by the tie and lose their dinner on your shoes?
Jake ignored the noise of the rest of the bar as positioned himself behind the keys. The beautiful black and white bars loved him. He always felt a surge of sexual tension move through him when he touched them. His cock would harden slightly. He placed his glass of whiskey on the floor next to the piano and gently ran his hand up its leg.
Damn, I love this old thing.
Jake took a small moment to glance out of the corner of his eye. The rich lady was in her usual spot with the usual drink. Her beauty was astounding. With long, blonde hair and painted red lips, she always was the image of professionalism. And every Friday, she was here. Needless to say, Jake put the thoughts of her body and how it would feel to touch her out of his head. It was time to play.
Alex quickly became alerted to the presence of the piano player. Every Friday night at seven o'clock, he would slip behind the piano and create some of the most wonderful music she had ever heard. It seemed to make all the hardness of the work week disappear in a few seconds as the notes drifted through the air. She lifted her snifter to her lips and peered over the rim of the glass. No one in the room was paying any attention to her. She slid her other hand under the table. Alex eased her skirt a little higher on her thigh. Whenever the music played, Alex lost herself in the music while playing with her engorged clit.
Play a song.
Jake dropped his hands on the keyboard and began one of his favorite songs. It was something he wrote himself. In fact, he kept the original napkin it was written on behind the bar in the cash register.
That doesn't matter. Just play.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side as he worked the board.
Alex focused her attention on her clit. She used the rhythm of the music as the pace to stimulate herself. The slow tempo seemed to ease all of the anxiety out of her muscles and bones. However, she doubted the men at the next table were enjoying the music as much as she was. The familiar tingling began in her legs. She pushed herself back further into the booth and concentrated on the music instead of the bar's chatter. She circled her clit and pinched it as the music crashed over her.
Play louder.
