I needed a drink. And, if I'm being quite honest, a good fuck would be great too.
Friday night, end of a long week at work, I find myself at a quiet bar not far from my place. I've heard some of my co-workers say they come here on occasion so maybe I would see some familiar faces and relax with a drink or three. Hesitating outside the front door, I examined my appearance. I was still dressed in my work clothes: a burgundy long sleeve button up blouse pulled tight across my large breasts, a knee-length black pencil skirt with a slit up the back and black heels. My wavy dark brown hair spilled down across my shoulders as I removed the hair clip from my head. Unbuttoning one more button to deepen my cleavage put a smile on my face. I could see the top edge of my black lace bra across my milky white breasts. Maybe I can get some attention tonight. Having been single for a few weeks now, I was growing bored.
I entered the establishment slowly, gazing around the dark room without staring. Making my way to the half-empty bar I spot a woman I've seen in the office a few times. Emily? Melissa? Something like that. She notices me alone as I sit down on a barstool a few seats down from her and two other patrons I do not recognize. "Lindsey?" she asks. "Hey, Lindsey!" She comes up to me and pats me on the back. "Have I seen you in here before?"
"No," I replied. "But I don't live far, thought I would stop in and unwind tonight."
"Cool!" she says enthusiastically. Clearly she has had a few drinks already. "Well, you enjoy your evening. I'm gonna head back over to those two fine gentlemen who are currently arguing over who is buying my next drink. Toodles!" She puts her arm around me and squeezes my shoulder before rejoining her gentleman. I smiled after her as the bartender caught my eye.
"Amaretto sour, please," I tell him. He nods and mixes my drink, topping it with a cherry before sliding it to me. I relaxed my body as I tasted the sweet liquid. Smiling, I dipped the cherry around in my drink as I casually admired my co-worker, silently wishing myself luck on some male attention of my own.
Three lonely drinks later my peripheral vision saw Emily or Melissa giggling and stumbling a bit as she left the bar on the arm of one of her gentlemen. There were only a handful of people left at tables in the dark corners of the room. Where did the other man vying for her attention go? I shrugged to myself. The night was still young.
The front door banged opened and a man came through the entryway, swiftly approaching the bar near me. "Shot of bourbon," he said, putting a fifty dollar bill onto the dark wood surface. The bartender poured the drink and sat it down in front of the man, his fingers barely cleared from the small glass before the man grabbed it and tossed the liquid down his throat. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth as the bourbon headed toward his stomach. The man was tall and had short, reddish brown hair with a trimmed beard. His dark blue shirt and jeans made his blue eyes look darker in the dim light. He glanced at me and I watched his gaze wander over my entire body before I realized I was staring at him. I turned back to my empty glass and picked it up to wave at the bartender. The man moved down to the barstool next to mine and put his empty shot glass down next to mine. "Two more shots," he said to the bartender without taking his gaze off of me.
"I don't drink whiskey," I said quietly as the shots appeared quickly before us.
He picked up each glass and held one out to me. "You do tonight," he smiled. "Tyler. Pleased to meet you." He held out his now empty hand as I reluctantly accepted the drink.
I stared into his dark, sexy eyes, shook his hand and poured the whiskey into my mouth, swallowing as best I can, coughing a bit as the liquor burns down my throat. He is still holding my hand as I clear my throat. "Lindsey."
Tyler smiled a devilish, knowing smile. Oh lord, I thought to myself as my stomach began to burn. This man was going to be trouble. But maybe I needed some trouble. "I haven't seen you in here before, have I?" he asked me casually, watching me.
"No, I've never been here before now," I replied, keeping my eyes on his face. The more I watched him looking at me, the more I felt the need to button that last button I had undone before I entered the bar. I felt naked beneath his hot gaze. I cleared my throat and turned to my empty glass. "You come here often?"
"I suppose you could say that." He plucked my glass from my fingers and waved it at the bartender. "Another round," he said.
Well, here was that male attention I was looking for, I thought. Let's see where it goes. "Are you trying to get me drunk, Tyler?" I asked playfully.
He took my refilled glass and his shot in each hand and turned to face me before answering. "Is that not why you're here?" He took a sip of my drink before handing it to me, nodded once and shrugged, and held up his shot for a toast. "To our exes. May they rot in hell." He clinked his shot to my glass and downed it before I could move. This was getting interesting. He put the shot glass down and watched me, waiting for me to drink. Looking down at my drink, I pulled the cherry out of the ice and tipped my glass back, drank every drop of the sweet liquid and sat the glass back down. Tyler nodded his approval, then stared as I placed the cherry between my lips, pulled the fruit into my mouth and sucked the alcohol from it, plucking the stem off as I chewed. He swallowed, leaned his head towards the bartender and requested two more shots without taking his eyes off of me. I grinned at him, biting my bottom lip. This was going well.
