~The first shovelful of dirt hits a maple casket with a thud and spreads out over the glossy finish and a bouquet of flowers.~
Friday, quittin' time. I pulled my eyes from my monitor and looked around the room. Most agents went home early on Friday, since the companies they did dedicated support for were also going home early. I stayed though, cause I always felt bad about not working my full 80 hours. But I was tired, and ready to go. I stretched, waiting for my computer to power down, and thought about what to do for the evening. I quickly picked up the phone and dialed Judy.
Judy and I had been friends since grade school. We hung out quite a bit and talked even more, but never got to a dating or even messing around stage. I could tell her anything.
After a couple rings, "Hey girl, whatcha doin."
"What do you think? It's Friday, and this bar isn't gonna get ready on its own." Judy inherited Stomping Pit from her dad, who passed away a couple years ago. Every now and then I would help bar back, just to have something to do on a Friday. Her staff could handle the busy nights even when she wasn't there, but it was kinda fun.
"How 'bout I join you tonight?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Sounds good, shit kickers as usual, darling." She disconnected, and I returned the receiver. I wasn't gonna bring kickers this time though. I wanted to talk, to muddle through what happened last night with Bethany, because before Bethany, I hadn't really had sex in awhile. And I just wanted to hang out with Judy.
I pulled open a file cabinet drawer that I kept under my desk and to the left of my legs, and found Bethany's black lace croch less thong laying there at the bottom. I quickly looked around, and finding nobody, I picked them up. The scent of her perfume mixed with what had to be her sex juices reached my nose and the memories of last night flooded into my head. But Bethany didn't work today. She must have snuck them in while I was away from my desk. I was definitely gonna get seconds of her. I put the thong in my suit pocket to show to Judy. Proof of my success.
I grabbed my keys from the file cabinet, closed it, shut off my desk light, grabbed my coat and walked out to my car. Stomping Pit wasn't too far away and when I pulled up, I could see Judy through the front glass window standing behind the bar. The Pit had a great location, and everyone knew about it. Its big selling point, of course, were the beautiful girls who bar tended. Wearing big boots, cowboy, steel toe, whatever, you name it, that boot has been worn there, and skimpy outfits, the girls would serve drinks, dance, hoot, holler, and smile as they took your money. Judy being the owner didn't make her any less beautiful. And she knew it.
Getting out of the car and locking it, I glanced back into the window and Judy flashed her red glossy bra at me with a smile. Walking in and sitting down at the bar, Judy, who had pulled her t-shirt back down, welcomed me with an unusually seductive smile. "You know, Peter, you make me melt everytime I see you in a suit. I take it you aren't in the mood to work tonight?" Without waiting for an answer, she pulled the rubber band that was holding her shoulder length brown hair in a pony tail.
"I could just sit here and watch you work all night," I said with a smile, watching her message her scalp and manage her hair.
"No, we should get out of here. My place?" I nodded and got up to follow Judy to the parking lot. At the door, she yelled out, "Hey I'm leaving, you guys are in charge." Then halfway to our cars, "You know Mindy has been askin about you. When you going to pop her?"