A strange "end of the night" visitor. Did I just agree to something?
It was a Monday night, usually my day off, but it was Halloween. I have no children, but the other bartenders all have young kids. I offered to cover their shifts so they could take them trick-or-treating. I was exhausted from partying all weekend but figured I owed it to them.
The night was semi-busy. Some people dressed in costumes; otherwise, it was a quiet night. Everyone left early since it was a weekday. After 1115 PM, not one customer came in. I was falling asleep on my feet. I decided to lock the doors, stock, and clean. Sweeping, mopping, and cleaning dragged, and I felt drained. I sat with a cold Yuengling while I stared at the bottles to determine what needed stocking. I drank the beer. Made my mental notes. I went to the store room. After walking out with a box of bottles, I was shocked to see someone sitting at the bar. I swear I locked the doors.
I was even more shocked as my eyes refocused in the low light. Her hair was long, dark red past her shoulders. She was stunningly pretty. She wore a costume that consisted of a dark red strapless lacy corset that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were plump and held tightly by the lace fabric that just hid her nipples. The corset ended a couple of inches below her breasts. The dark red was a contrast to her pale skin. On her back were a pair of white wings that sprouted up. The feathers were perfect, and they looked so real. The bar kept me from seeing her lower half. She was standing at the corner of the bar between the door and the area where I had been sitting where my bottle still sat.
"Hey, is it too late to get one for last call? I've had a busy night and need a drink to end it right." She asked. Her voice was melodic with a hint of a British accent. I've always been a sucker for British accents. Well, it was still before three AM. I still had to clean. I started to think. Who was I kidding? This girl was getting served whatever time it was.
"Well, I had locked up, but I gotta stock up and take care of some things. Plus, it's still early, so go ahead and grab a seat. What'll I get ya?"
"Thank you so much. I'll have a bourbon on the rocks and ginger ale on the side," she said in her sing-songy voice.
"Makers ok?"
"Makers, of course... Mind if I play the jukebox..."
"Sure," I reached up and hit the credit button half a dozen times, "songs are on me." I approached the well to pour the drink. She walked across the dance floor toward the Jukebox. The corset barely had a strap on the back. The wings were somehow glued right to her skin. "Fantastic job on the costume," I called to her. She had six-inch dark red heels. Her legs had dark red fishnet stockings that ended at the top of her thighs clipped to a garter that was barely there. From the back, I could make out a G-string that disappeared into her butt. Oh shit, she is incredible, I thought. I made the drink and placed it down. I started stocking the bottles. My eyes focused on her as she leaned over the jukebox. Samantha Fox, Naughty Girl, started. She swayed to the music. I gulped as my mind started racing. My eyes fixated on her bare ass. She danced over to her seat. She sipped her drink. I was seeing the front of her g-string, which scarcely covered anything. I stocked the bar. I kept the bulge in my pants hidden.
I put the last bottle away. She called me over. "Time for another drink?" She had her eyes drooped with a puppy dog look. Even exhausted and sleepy, I could not say no to this beauty. Berlin Sex (I'm a...) started playing. I poured another drink. She smiled. Clapped her hands. She sang along with the song, "And we make love together. Slip and slide in your wet delight, feel the blood flow not too fast, don't be slow, my love's in your hands..."
Wow, I turned. She was swaying in her seat, swaying to the music. Her chin was tucked. She stared at me. As I walked towards her, she sang along, "I'm a one-night stand, am I bi, I'm a slave, I'm a little girl, and we make love together." She stopped signing, "What a great song. Can you have a drink with me?"
"Sure, umm, I'll grab a beer." I started to turn.
"A beer... no, no, no. Have some bourbon or a shot and a beer."
"Ok, I'll grab some bourbon." I turned to make myself a drink.
"And some Jager shots. I'll pay for it all," she promised.
Something in my mind thought she had never paid for a drink in her life. Tonight probably won't be any different. I poured my drink and walked over across the bar from her.
"No... not over there... on this side," she tapped the stool next to her, "It's so lonely over here I want some company..."
"Well, I still have to clean."
"Pretty please," she pressed her lips together and pouted. How many men have been compelled by that look? Well, add a one to the total.
"Okay, there's no need to pout," I smiled. She clapped her hands like a little girl. "But you have to tell me about your costume and wings?"
"You grab your drink, and we have a deal," she said, "now, come sit next to me. We can chat or do whatever else you want."
'Whatever else I want,' I thought. A thousand things came to mind. Chatting was at the bottom of the list. I poured my drink. Like putty in her hands, I smiled and walked around the bar. I sat down next to her.