that revealed dynamite cleavage.
I didn’t notice any hours posted anywhere, but when people were scurrying out, I thought maybe they closed at twelve-thirty. As the bartender gave me my fourth Sprite, she asked, “Are you drinking, or just doing soda?” Not thinking about it, I tapped on my glass to show that it would be all I drank. She handed me back my credit card. “There’s no point in running your card for under $10.” I thanked her, but she turned it around. “It’ll cost me more in processing fees, than it will for the overall tab.” As I put my card back into my wallet, I noticed that she was beginning to clean up the bar. ”Are you closing soon?”
“ One-thirty, but I’ll likely be here until two-thirty, cleaning up.” Either her typical customers didn’t pay cash, or it was obvious I wasn’t a local. “So, hun, what brings you around here? I’ve never seen you here.”
“ Work. I have the night off, so I figured I would see what the area had to offer.”
She scoffed and replied almost mockingly, “Yet, you chose to come here.”
“ It was either this place or Club Asylum. I wasn’t in the mood for a club environment.”
She took a fit of laughing. ”Asylum sucks anyway. Six months ago, they were shut down for serving to underage girls.” She continued to chuckle while shaking her head, “the owners will do anything for a blow job.”
She got lost in the moment. ”I should apologize, that stirred up some old memories…” She reached her hand out, “I’m Lucy. Welcome to Fall River.”
I introduced myself and as I shook her hand, I kept glancing down her top as her tan, satin bra highlighted her cleavage beautifully.
Judging by her appearance and the way she spoke, I would guess that nothing offended her. There must have been a spark because whenever she and I would exchange glances, she would form an almost seductive grin on her face.
When I told her what part of MA I was from, she nodded her head in agreement. “I was born and raised in Fall River, but went to school in Worcester and I felt like I was in the minority.”
“ It can be like that, especially if you’re white and don’t try to act like a gangsta.”
“ My ex-boyfriend was that type,” she rolled her eyes in disgust, “after I graduated, I learned that he cheated on me, so I packed my shit and moved back here. My friend owns this place, heard about my situation, and gave me a job here until I figure out what the fuck to do now.” Her tone of voice told me that she’s been through some shitty circumstances in addition to the cheating boyfriend.
“ What’s your degree in?”
“ I got the ‘batch’ in Business. Next year, I’ll be going back for my MBA. I’m hoping to buy this place from my friend, once I finish up.” Talk about deceiving looks — she was hot AND determined.
I told her about my education and what brought me to Fall River. She told me that the owner was looking to have some flyers made up and possibly a commercial shot for the place, to which I offered my services — even offering to do it for free to add to my portfolio. “Do you have a card?”
“ I don’t yet, but like you, I’m also working towards a higher goal.”
She smiled back in approval.
Now that the bar was cleaned, she proceeded to start turning off TVs and cleaning up after the people that’d been playing all night.
I could feel my pulse accelerate as my gut was telling me to ask her out. I even felt my throat drying up and I think she could tell that I was feeling nervous. I looked at the wall clock above the bar. It was one-fifteen; the time was now: “This may be a stretch, but are you currently seeing anyone?”
She gave me a look of intrigue and began to giggle. “Nah, it’s easier to be single. I can do whatever, with whomever, and I don’t have to answer to nobody. How about you? You’re a cutie, smart, and you’re really nice. How come some lucky girl hasn’t scooped you up?”
Cutting into the conversation, she told me that she was going to be cleaning as we talked, so as not to seem rude. In return, I offered to help her, but she declined, citing that that she was almost done. She was down to ‘balancing the books’ and making sure all receipts were accounted for. As she was finishing up, she began commenting about how nasty people can be with leaving trash and other shit lying around. ”You’d think I was their mother.” She looked around, almost in disgust, then turned around to face me. ”I just have to empty the quarters and clean up behind the bar”.
She went into the back room to grab the keys and several small money sacks; one for each table. She headed for the first table, dropped to a knee, opened the change slot and just swept all the quarters into the sack. ”Why different sacks?”
As she looked up to answer the question, she noticed that I had been looking down her shirt. ”It’s an indication of which tables are getting play and which aren’t.” She chuckled again. “This isn’t even profit for the bar. This is all for the tables.” As she went from table to table, I took the opportunity to check out her ass. Not only was I getting hard over it, but those “automatic instincts” were about to force me to grab some. Thankfully, I can resist temptation — for now.
After going to all the tables, she headed to the back of the hall to tally up figures. ”So, remind me why you’re single?”
I propped myself in the doorway. “Been single for awhile, but only because there’s not much out there that I’d want to date. Chicks these days end up being bitches and fuckin’ drama queens. It’s bullshit that I don’t want to deal with it.” As I talked, I stole more glances down her shirt.
She finished the calculation she was working on. She looked up and agreed. “Mike, it’s fucking true! I have more guy friends than girlfriends because of it, and chicks these days are so fucked in the head, that I wonder how nice guys like you don’t have anger management issues.” I was glad a woman finally agreed with me. Breaking out a laptop, she started doing the entrepreneurial thing.
” For a bartender, you seem to have a lot of responsibilities.”
“ Like I said earlier, I want to fuckin’ own this bar. I know it looks ratty right now, but I’m trying to do a good thing for a friend.” Truth be told, I wanted to fuck her on one of the pool tables.
“ I’m pretty picky on who I date as it is. I’ve done some fooling around in my day, but nothing’s led to anything; it’s almost better that way.” This was becoming a fun conversation. I walked back out towards the table and my mind just sank, thinking about wanting to fuck her. I hadn’t tried to exchange glances, but something told me, she was eyeing me the whole time.
“ Hunny, if you want my opinion, stay single. It’s worth it in the long run. Besides, we’re young — we have the rest of our lives to do what the fuck we want.” This chick was speaking my language!
She must have finished what she was doing, since she locked up that room, and went into another. Out came all the equipment for a game. ”Grab a stick. I wanna see what you’re made of.”
I went to the stick rack and grabbed what looked like one of the better sticks. ”Any recommendation?”
“ Nah, just pick one. Besides, these tables have lost most of their traction and the banks aren’t as soft as they used to be.”
Grabbing one at random, I went back over to the table. When I spun around, I noticed that she’d taken off her top and bra. I didn’t necessarily freeze, but I was taken aback.
“ Hunny, it’s past three and you’re more than a patron. I’m playing topless.”
She had me considering going bottomless. ”If you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, play naked. It’s only us.”
Well played Lucy — you hot piece of ass!
“ What size are they?”
“ Well, I wear a C cup, but the tits themselves are D.” I definitely approved.
I stripped off my pants and briefs. I had been alternating between flaccid and hard, through the whole night. Man, did mutual nudity feel liberating!
“ Very nice. Much like I pictured it.” When I looked up, she had a very wide smile on her face and proceeded to rack up the balls.
As she pulled up the triangle, she tossed it on the table next to us. I stepped up to the cue ball, lined the shot up, and out of my peripheral, I noticed that she was seductively licking one of her nipples.
“ You know if I fuck this up, you might get hurt.” I started to laugh.
She pointed down to the racked balls. ”Just break the fucking rack.”
With one a quick shot, I broke the rack. Four balls in.
I went to the opposite side of the table as she took her shot. As she did, I was taken aback by how gorgeous
