More to tend than the bar
I'm a bartender at a high class restaurant. This isn't the normal beer joint that you might be thinking of. This is the type of bar where people order fancy mixed drinks and leave big tips. I've worked in a few beer joints in my day. I've always wanted to be a bartender since I saw one on television when I was a kid. I remember how fascinated I was when I would watch westerns with my dad. The men always drank heavily and the women were always sexy. My mom would always tell my dad that she wished he drooled over her half as much as he did the babes in the westerns. It wouldn't be a long time until I understood what she meant.
I went to work like I normally do. Looking forward to serving my customers. This isn't the type of place where people get drunk. People come and have a few drinks, loosen up a bit. They talk to me or who ever is in the bar. A lot of people come up to the bar after they have finished their meals. Very few people stop in just for a drink. I guess that's because we are mostly known as a restaurant and not as a bar. Though, it does get pretty crowded on the weekends. People like to come out for a bite to eat and have a drink or two. Especially when it's summer time and no one wants to cook in a hot kitchen. The bar is always cool as a cucumber, no matter how hot it is outside.
“What kind of beer do you have on tap?” A nice looking black man asked.
“What are you looking for? We have both domestic and imports on tap,” I said as I watched him sit down at the counter.
“Hook me up with an import. Give me what you think is the best.” The man said as he looked at me in a sexual way.
I'm the type of person who loves to drink. I shouldn't say it like that, but I think you know what I mean. I love to have a beer or a glass of wine. I usually don't get drunk, but I will sip on a drink when I get off of work. Sometimes I come home and mix myself a drink and feel like I'm back at work. Usually I just pour myself a glass of red wine or drink a bottle of beer. I think a drink each day is good for the nerves. I've read where a drink a day will make you live to a ripe old age. But, I'm not sure if I believe that. I don't know if alcohol can do such a thing or not. I would like to hope so, but I won't be holding my breath.
I handed him a glass of beer and he took one sip and looked at me. I wasn't sure if he liked the beer or if he thought it was awful. He took another sip and gave me a big smile. That's when I knew that he liked it. The man drank the beer as I wiped off the counter. I told him not to worry, I would clean his side when he was done.
“How are you doing?” Matty asked as she walked up to the man.
“Not bad. How are you?” The man asked.
“Not bad at all. In fact, I'm good now that you are here Charles.
“This is Charles. He is a long time friend of mine,” Matty said as she introduced us.
“Nice to meet you.” I said as I continued cleaning.
I usually have quite a bit of stuff to do right before we close. I watched Matty flirt with Charles and it got me to wondering. Why would they do such a thing in a public place like this? I over heard her talking about his cock and what she would do to it. I've never heard Matty say such things before. In fact, I always thought she was a lesbian. We had a fling about a week ago, but it wasn't nothing major. She felt me up and fingered me until I came. It wasn't ground breaking or anything like that, but it did feel good. I listened to them talk some more and it blew my mind. Charles was asking her if she wanted him to eat her pussy.
“Why don't you two go in the bathroom and fuck already!” I said as I listened to them talk dirty.
“Why go to the bathroom? We can fuck right here and you can join us,” Matty said with a silly smirk.
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