Originally written for the
yay-team-sex-and-sports-story-challenge-2025-coming-soon
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This is the final chapter of my Records series. It is not necessary to read the other chapters, although it might help to keep all the names and characters straight. It also might not.
I'm sorry for the Linda the Blowjob Queen/ Lynda the Ex-Boss and the Darien/Damon/Desmond name similarities. I can't go back and change the previous chapters now.
Please rate and comment on the story, thanks.
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Erika and her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend Trent walked arm and arm up the main street of Darien, and Trent asked, "Are you sure?"
Erika nodded, "It's been great, but the traveling nurse contract was for three months, and I've already got my new assignment. There is always the chance I can come back. If I do, will anyone remember me?"
Trent laughed, "Erika, you are unforgettable. Not even counting the contest, you are unforgettable. Remember my neighbor, Mrs Rosebloom? She asks about you every time I see her. And not just because you helped her catch Max that time. You helped her get where she needed to go at the hospital when you first started working there. You were as lost as she was, but you helped anyway. I'll bet you don't even remember that, do you?"
"Not really."
"Well, Mrs Rosebloom does, and I wasn't even there and now I will remember that, too." Trent pulled Erika in and kissed her forehead. "And I'll remember everything else, too."
The couple turned into the alley and started down a set of stairs illuminated by a sign depicting a curved arrow pointing down the stairs and the name of the bar, "Going Down". Near the bottom of the stairs was a small window looking into the bar, and a sign permanently affixed to the wall "Cash Only, No Credit or Debit". Taped to the door was a handwritten sign, "Closed for private function."
The Going Down Bar was well lit, and very clean. Erika breathed in the pleasant smell of the place and sighed. The place smelled of lemons, spices and old leather, which often surprised newcomers considering it was effectively underground, but Erika loved it. The quiet music playing from the far end of the bar was barely audible over the hum of voices, but it was drowned out when the bartender, Damon, called out "Erika!" Everyone turned to the door and started clapping and calling out her name.
Virgil, the eighty-something barfly who spent every evening here drinking was not at his usual place at the end of the bar, but on a high stool near the door. He spread his arms with a smile and Erika hugged him, "Why are you up here?" Erika asked as Trent smiled and walked on into the barroom.
"Fire codes. Damon can't lock the door while people are here, so he asked me to watch the door and turn away anyone not on your list." Virgil had a drink in his hand and would be fine, as he was used to drinking alone.
Erika frowned, "But you will miss the festivities!"
Virgil grinned, "That's not really for me, but Chuck and Tiny said they would come spell me so that I can at least see some of the show."
Erika grinned and looked to the far end of the bar where the two burly bikers lifted their drinks and smiled. The rest of the crowd of about twenty people were spread out among the booths along the left wall, the loose row of small tables down the center, and the bar along the right wall. The bar itself was typical, with a big mirror behind the bottles, and Damon bustling around behind it making drinks.
The whole place was warm and friendly, though the framed photographs on almost all of the available surfaces were what really gave the place its charm. There were even pictures on the ceiling. They were a mixture of recent color and older black and white photos; the larger photos were of buildings that Erika recognized from town. The rest were of smiling people, and groups of people, a lot of them obviously taken here in the bar.
Mandy and Stephanie were standing near Virgil's usual seat with their husbands, all four with drinks. Erika immediately checked out Stephanie's baby bump as she hugged her two friends. "You are starting to show already!"
Stephanie rubbed her right hand over the smallest of baby bumps. "Yeah, and the morning sickness is kicking my ass."
Mandy rubbed her stomach as well, and grinned when she saw Erika notice. "It's too early for me to be telling people, but I peed on a stick a couple of days ago, and I'm pregnant as well. I think we conceived later the night we met you. Your show really got Spencer going."
Neil and Spencer fist bumped each other as they laughed. Erika joined in and fist bumped the guys, too. "Way to go, guys!" Erika noticed that the guys had joined their wives in not drinking alcohol. "You're not drinking, either?"
Neil shrugged, "Stephanie spends half the morning puking, the least I can do is show my support by not drinking while she can't."
Spencer said, "Oh, I just want to stay sober in case I get to see your tits, since I didn't see them last time." Mandy punched Spencer in the shoulder, somewhat gently. "Oww! I'm sure yours are better, Honey, but it would be rude not to complement Erika if she shows them to us again, right?"
"Again?" Mandy smirked at Spencer.
"For the first time ever! Since I've never ever seen Erika's breasts before ever in my whole life!"
From behind the bar Damon holds up a martini glass for Erika. As she takes it and tastes it she says, "Lemon Martini? In an actual Martini glass?"
Damon grinned and smiled, "I had to special order them, but you are worth it."
Erika smiled back as she took another sip, "Is everyone here?"
