Summer Cocktails Pt 01

At forty-four, I'd built a comfortable life with a well-paying job that allowed me to take extended summer breaks. But this year, after a week of lounging around, boredom set in. Restlessness led me to doom scroll social media one afternoon, where an ad for a poolside bartender at a nearby resort caught my eye. I had dabbled in bartending before, so on a whim, I decided to apply.

A few days later, I received a call to schedule an interview. Doubts crept in, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to hear them out. The interview was surprisingly smooth, and the next day, I was offered the job. The unexpected offer caught me off guard, as my application had been impulsive, driven more by curiosity than a genuine desire to work. Still, I accepted, hoping for some lighthearted fun, and perhaps a bit of eye candy on the side. As it turned out, I wouldn't be disappointed.

Less than a week later I was behind the bar for my first shift. I was a little nervous as I hadn't bartended in a little over a decade. Having my supervisor shadowing me wasn't helping, but I was able to get through the first few days with no problems. Which meant that on my first full week, I'd be left alone.

My first week came and went. There wasn't a lot of action at the bar that week. It was still early in the summer and not many people were frequenting the pool bar. It was perfect for me to get settled in and start feeling comfortable with my new summer job. By my third week, things were picking up. It was almost July 4th, Independence Day in America, so there were plenty of people vacationing.

It was a Saturday when things got interesting. I had opened my bar a little early, as I tried to do daily. It was about noon when three beautiful women walked up to the bar. All three of them were in bikinis, and the hottest of them, a blonde, wore the skimpiest bikini I had yet seen at the pool.

"Hello, how are you guys doing today?" I asked getting up from my stool to help them.

They all ignored my presence as they continued to look over our menu. "What a surprise." I thought as I stood there waiting for them. "A few stuck-up bitches."

After a few moments, the blonde spoke first. She was clearly the leader of their little group. "Do you take cash," she asked.

"No, ma'am, it's room charge only here," I answered.

"We don't have a room, I brought my RV," she replied.

"Yes, ma'am, I can also charge your site number," I assured her.

"Oh! Then yeh, that's perfect!" she exclaimed.

"What can I get started for you guys?" I asked none of them in particular.

"Can you make a regular margarita?" one of them asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

The blonde looked up at me, taking her sunglasses off she looked directly at me. "You can stop calling us 'ma'am' she told me with a shitty tone. "How old do you think we are anyway?"

Honestly, I had considered carding at least one of them. "I'm not sure, you're younger than me," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"Well, I'm twenty-eight," the blonde replied. "My friend here," she continued, putting a hand on her friend's shoulder, "is the youngest of our group at twenty-five."

"I apologize if I offended you," I told her. "Have you guys decided on drinks?"

They all looked at the drink menu again, pointing at a few drinks, then looked back at each other and nodded. "We'll all have the blueberry coconut sparkler," replied the blonde. "That looks really good."

Her friends all agreed, and I began their order. Their eyes never left me as I made their drinks. Before I could finish the blonde's phone rang. She answered it and walked away. "I wonder if that's Kevin?" one of her friends asked the other. They both shrugged their shoulders and turned their attention back to me"I'm sorry about our friend," one of the women said, sticking her hand out for me to shake it. "Hi, I'm Hannah," she continued as I shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Hannah, I'm Jeff," I replied.

The other woman held her hand out for me to shake as well. "Nice to meet you, Jeff, I'm Olivia, but my friends just call me Liv."

After shaking their hands, I went back to putting the finishing touches on their drinks. "Don't mind our rude friend, Chloe," Liv said as they continued to watch me. "She's going through a divorce. We came here to try to get her away from things for a few days, but we think her new boy toy is pissing her off."

"Well," I replied, setting the three drinks on the bar for them. "That sounds..."

"Crazy as fuck?" Hannah asked, causing the two women to laugh.

"Well, yeah, I mean if you're going to put it that way, sure, I'll agree," I told her, holding back laughter.

Before we could engage in any more small talk Chloe was back at the bar. This time she sat on a stool and slammed her phone onto the bar. "Fuckin' Kevin!" she yelled, a little too loud, causing people to look.

I tried to busy myself so it didn't seem like I was eavesdropping, but the area was only so big, and I couldn't help but overhear everything. "So, let me guess," Liv said, "We won't be seeing Kevin tonight?"

Before Chloe had a chance to answer her, Hannah chimed in, "I knew he was a fucking flake. I for one am glad he's not coming."

"Yeah, well," Chloe replied, "I'm not sure what we're going to do now. I have no fucking idea how to set up the RV. I should have paid more attention the times Jerry's dumb ass tried to teach me instead of flirting with other guys."

By now I had sat back on my stool and was pretending to be interested in my phone. "Hey, Jeff," Olivia called, "do you have any idea how to set an RV set?"

"Uh, yeah, I've done it a few times," I replied, pretending I wasn't listening.

"See," Liv said, looking at Chloe, "It wasn't hard to find someone who knows how to do it. We don't need Kevin."

"Setting up the RV wasn't the only thing Kevin was good for," Chloe replied, holding back laughter.

Her friends didn't seem to find that as funny as she did. "We wouldn't know," Hannah said, "It's not like you ever let us have a turn with him."

"Yeah," Liv chimed in, "do you think we wanted to spend the next week listening to you get fucked in the RV and then having you tell us about how good it was?"

"Wow," Chloe replied, looking back and forth at her friends. "I had no idea you guys were into sharing."

I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable listening to their conversation. I was also starting to think I was about to be their new boy toy for the night, or maybe even the week if things went well. A moment later Chloe called to me, "Hey, Jeff, c'mere a minute," she said.

I went to where they all were and stood in front of Chloe. "Do you need my site number to pay for the drinks?" Chloe asked.

"Don't worry about it," I told her. "The drinks are on me today."

"Ok," she replied. "Well, you need the site number so you can come give us a hand, right?"

"It wouldn't hurt," I replied.

"RV site 23," Chloe said. "We're going to grab a bite to eat before heading back. See you in about an hour?"

"I don't get off for another two and a half hours," I told her.

"Oh, sweetie," she said, gathering her stuff. "You might want to figure something out. We won't wait that long."

An hour later, I arrived at RV site 23. I was impressed by the size of the RV parked there and assumed that Chloe had probably been the one to drive it. I walked over to the picnic table on their site and sat down. Before leaving the bar, I grabbed a few beers, thinking that I would fit in better sitting outside with a beer than if I started smoking a joint, considering the kind of vacationers usually around. It was approaching dinnertime, and a few dads were beginning to prepare their grills. I didn't have to wait long for the three friends to return. Just as I was finishing my first beer they pulled into the site in their golf cart. "We didn't think you were going to show up," Chloe said, stopping beside me.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked. "I'm not going to let you ladies struggle with the RV when I can get it set up for you."

"He thinks we're ladies," Liv said to her friends as they all laughed.

An Hour later I was at RV site 23. I was impressed by the size of the RV parked there. I was also impressed that Chloe was probably the one who had driven it. I walked to the picnic table on their site and sat down. Before leaving the bar, I grabbed a few beers. Judging by my usual crowd of vacationers I would fit in better sitting outside enjoying a beer than if I started smoking a joint. It was approaching dinnertime, so a few dads were beginning to prep their grills. The smell of lighter fluid and charcoal filled the air.

I was finishing my first beer when the three of them pulled up in a custom golf cart. The kind with a fancy paint job and little chrome wheels. They had picked up some supplies after leaving my bar. There was a bag of charcoal, lighter fluid, and two cases of beer in the empty seat beside Liv. I noticed that Liv seemed to be the third wheel, so to speak, of the group. Which was a shame, she was, in my opinion, the hottest of the three. Her natural beauty stood out compared to Chloe and Hannah, who wore more makeup than needed for a day at the pool.

Chloe pulled the golf up beside me as I opened another beer. "Hey, you did show up," she said, getting out of the cart.

"Of course, he showed up," Hannah chimed in. "He's not stupid."

I couldn't help but notice the fuck me eyes Liv was giving me from the back seat of the golf cart while the other two talked. Chloe must have noticed too. "Damn, Liv, are you going to help us get this stuff out of the cart or are you just going to sit there and stare?" she asked.

Liv snapped back to reality. I chuckled softly. I knew I had at least one that was ready to fuck me, and it didn't hurt that she was the hottest. Chloe picked up the cases of beer and walked to the door of the RV. "Make yourself useful and get the charcoal and stuff out of the cart and put it by the grill before you come in," she told me, in what seemed to be her usual bitchy tone.

Before I could get to the golf cart to get the stuff all three women had gone inside the RV. I decided to take my time and lit a cigarette. I managed to carry everything to the grill and picnic table in one trip. I sat on the top of the picnic table and finished my cigarette. Wondering what the evening had in store for me.

I walked into the RV and all three women were standing in the kitchen area, around an island, having drinks. The RV was crowded since the side slide-outs weren't extended. They stopped talking when I walked in and all looked my way, still giggling a little. It wasn't hard to figure out they were talking about me, what they were talking about was the million-dollar question. I stood at the entryway. After a moment Chloe came to me and reached for a remote control mounted on the wall beside me. "This is supposed to control everything you need for the slide-outs and leveling jacks, or at least that's what I was told. I don't know, but we'd love to shower, so if you could figure out the water hook-ups and stuff, that would be great. The keys for the side storage doors are on the golf cart key ring," she said.

We stood there looking at each other for an awkward amount of time. Finally, I just turned around and walked outside. As soon as the door closed behind me, I heard them all laughing again. I found the keys, opened a beer, and got to work setting up the RV. It was rather easy since everything was state-of-the-art and brand-new. None of the hoses had ever been hooked up before. I walked around the RV to get the model number so I could look up a manual or video of how to do everything. I was confident in my ability to do it, but nervous because this one was brand new and quite expensive.

It took me about twenty-five minutes to get everything done. By then I was finished with my beer, so I decided to open another one while enjoying a smoke before going in to tell them I had finished. I sat at the picnic table and looked around the RV park. Every other RV had a family or younger couple. I'd heard a lot of stories about RV parks, which made me wonder if they were true, or if it was just too early for the pineapples to come out yet.

After my cigarette, I went back to the RV. Chloe was making everyone a new drink. "Ok, ladies, everything should be hooked up."

"Finally," Chole said, sighing.

"I'm first," Liv said, quickly leaving the kitchen, and handing me her fresh drink on her way past me.

There was a lot more room in the RV now that the slide-outs were extended. I sipped the drink Liv had given me, a vodka cranberry, as I walked into the kitchen area. "So, Jeff, how long do you plan on staying?" Chloe asked.

"Well, I, uh... hadn't really thought about it," I lied, hoping she wasn't about to kick me out.

"Ok, well, I was wondering if you wanted dinner. Me and Hannah still want to get cleaned up. I'll buy you dinner if you go pick it up." Chloe replied.

"Yeah, that sounds great," I told her.

"Great! Here's a list of what we want and my credit card. Go by the liquor store too and get stuff to make us drinks. You're going to be our private bartender tonight," she said, handing me the list and her card.

"You're going to trust me with your credit card, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, why not, what's the worst you're going to do?" she replied. "Now, hurry up, we won't take long and we're almost out of vodka. And don't get any cheap shit either."

Chloe and Hannah walked into the master bedroom and shut the door. I took that as my cue and walked to my truck.