The bar was incredibly slow that night. I hate those nights because they drag on and on. I've got to actually find stuff to do on those long drawn-out evenings. Patrons would trickle for drinks before dinner or an after-work cocktail but after nine o'clock hardly anything.
This evening there was a buxom strawberry blond in a tight blue dress. She was waiting on my buddy Bill. When she arrived, I had a chilled bottle of prosecco waiting for her, according to his instructions. Bill had helped to get me the job as a bartender here, so no favor was too big for him. I had been in a few of his adult movies, but I wanted something a bit steady.
This strawberry blonde was named Lily and, fuck, she was hot. She slid onto the barstool and her big tits sat on the surface of the bar teasing me. She seemed to enjoy adjusting them in front of me with her long-nail-tipped fingers. I could imagine those long fingernails teasing the shaft of my big pale Scandinavian cock.
"Bill told me to give you some prosecco," I told her after she introduced herself.
"Oh, I was hoping for champagne," she said with a pouty frown.
I gave a little chuckle as I sat the flute of bubbles in front of her. "Well, think of it as Italian champagne," I explained with a laugh. "Enjoy the sparkling bubbles, even if it's not from France."
"Okay, I'll try it," she replied, picking up the glass and taking a cautious sip. "Mmmm, the bubbles tickle my nose and make me want to giggle! It's very good," she said right before draining the glass.
She licked her tongue across her lips and gave me a little smile that made my pants tight. Leaning against the bar I let my hand rub over my growing cock as it snaked down along my thigh.
"Are you from France? I like your accent," she asked me.
"No, I'm from quite a bit farther north."
She raised her eyebrows, tilted her head, and shrugged her shoulders. "I give up. Where would that be?"
"Sweden, that would be Sweden," I smiled. "The heart of Scandinavia."
"Scanda-what?" she said, confused.
"Scandinavia. You know, where the Vikings come from," I laughed, rubbing across my long blond beard.
"Oh, is that where they come from? I just thought they sailed around in big boats like pirates."
"No, they come from the northern countries of Europe. That's why they are called Norsemen, because they come from the North," I explained.
"Like Santa Claus?' she said with a furrowed brow.
"Yeah, like Santa Claus," I said as I began to wipe at the bar top, knowing I had to end this discussion while laughing on the inside. "Excuse me," I told her as another patron sat down on the far side of the bar --a very handsome guy on his phone.
By the time I got back to her, I noticed the bottle was considerably more empty.
"I like your long blond hair. It's prettier than a lot of girls' hair," Lily commented to me. "It's so full of volume and soft waves," she added, moving her hand in an exaggerated wave-like movement. If you ever fuck me, I want to be able to play with your pretty hair, okay?"
"Well, okay then. This prosecco will sneak up on you. Don't guzzle it down or you'll completely miss your date," I joked, moving the bottle a bit away from her. Bill will hate me if you get too drunk."
"Do you know Bill? He's so nice," she said, reaching over to pat my hand and giving me a sweet little smile.
"Uhm, yeah, I think I mentioned that earlier," I told her with a wink.
Lily then proceeded to tell me about how she and her friend had lost their bag with all their money and valuables and how Bill had saved them. "Yeah, him being there was so lucky for us. He's been so good to me and...uhm...whats-his-name...you know, my boyfriend. Yeah, we are so lucky."
And lucky for Bill too, I thought to myself. I knew he was fucking her, and probably the boyfriend too knowing Bill. I thought about his enormous cock pounding her and the boyfriend, and my cock started to stir again.
Bill had watched me fuck many porn starlets in his movies. And I had seen him naked and fucking anyone who would or could take his big horsecock. I joked to him once that with a cock that big he needed to be doing porn himself.
"Well, who says I haven't, boy?" he replied to me, propped up in the corner of the pool while some young guy sucked on his nips. Later that same evening, I found out how well he could fuck a tight male ass.
Then, speaking of the devil, Bill walked in and I gave him a wave as I walked around the bar to shake his hand. Bill set a short stack of money beside the prosecco bottle, thanking me for taking care of Lily. I saw his hand move over her waist before slyly moving under her skirt as she sat there -I knew he couldn't keep his big horny paws off that sweet pussy. We chatted for a few seconds as Lily giggled and squirmed. Bill asked for a napkin, and then used it to wipe off Lily's wetness from his fingers.
"Catch!," Bill laughed as he balled up the napkin and tossed it to me.
As they got up to leave, I put the damp napkin to my nose smelling the scent of perfume and Lily herself.
Lucky fucker, I thought, watching him pat her backside as he held the door as they left. Before following after her, he looked back at me and adjusted his crotch. He yelled over to me that a few movie scenes with Lily might be possible in the foreseeable future. He gestured a chef's kiss and was gone. Thinking about that did nothing but increase my sexual arousal.
I was contemplating going into the back and whipping out my cock, giving it a quick jerk. But then I glanced over at that guy on the far end of the bar. He had been on his phone since he first walked in here. Now he was sitting there rubbing his hands over his face, his phone lying on the bar.
"Ugh, I fucking hate people!" he said in a disgusted voice. "Guys are awful."
"Well, I don't know about all of us," I laughed.
"Oh, no, not you. You've been a very good bartender," he said, smiling weakly and pushing his empty glass toward me. "My evening has been canceled...my date said he had something come up at the last minute. Damn it."
"Here," I told him, refilling his glass. "On the house, my friend."
