Working in a bar had never been her first career choice and it certainly wasn’t what her parents had wanted or even expected her to do. They had had her future planned out of her from the start, probably from the moment of conception knowing them. They had always made it clear that good grades were all that mattered in school with anything less than an Ivy League school unacceptable. They were raising a teacher, a lawyer or a doctor.

At first Sarah had gone a long with their plans; she studied well in school and got the good grades they wanted. The problems started when she didn’t quite make it into Dartmouth. Instead she was offered a place in Berkeley university, which, through gritted teeth they admitted was an acceptable place to get a degree.

So she moved across country, and for the first semester she studied hard, but with her parental reins loosened she began to change. She was quick to realise that there was more to life than libraries, books and assignments. She enjoyed having a life away from studying and soon found herself paying more attention to her social life than her studies.

To cut a long story short, after three years of trying to keep up with her law degree Sarah gave up. She was never cut out to be an academic. Needless to say her parents disowned her the moment she admitted that she was dropping out of university. She was suddenly forced to fend for herself and found herself moving to Long Beach where a friend of hers knew someone who needed a new bartender.

Sarah had finally found something she was truly good at. She was able to have a good time while she worked; she could have a banter with the customers and found herself getting a lot of attention from the opposite sex, which she always used to her advantage; after all it was the tips that put a roof over her head and food on the table.

It was a typical Wednesday night at the bar. A steady flow of customers spending some time, having a drink or two before heading onto one of the more livelier venues of Long Beach. It was quiet enough to only have two staff working, and one of those was Kim the manager who was hid away in the office doing stock counts or staff rotas while Sarah worked the bar.

Sarah walked around the bar collecting the odd empty glass and chatting to one or two of the regulars, anything to pass the time while there wasn’t anybody to serve.
As she collected the glasses from a table that had just been vacated she looked up at the sound of the door opening. She watched as a tall, dark haired toned man walked across the floor towards the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools that lined it.
She walked quickly back over to the bar, placing the empty glasses into the washer before walking down the bar until she was level with the man, that close up was quite simply one of the best looking men she’d ever laid eyes on.

“Hi, what can I get you?” she asked cheerfully.

“Beer please.” He replied simply his eyes not looking up from his cell phone.

“Bottle or draught?” she asked.

“Bottle.” He replied again not lifting his eyes. Sarah rolled her eyes as she bent down to take a clean glass off the shelf.

“Three dollars please.” She said placing the bottle in front of him. For the first time he looked up at her as he reached into his wallet to take out the money. A smile appeared on his handsome face as she smiled back at him, being absorbed by his deep chocolate brown eyes.

“Thanks.” She replied with a smile as he handed her a note. As she walked the five short steps to the till she made sure there was an extra swing in her hips as she felt his eyes on her.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked as she handed him his change. “Join me with a shot?”

“Yeah, I guess I could do that. Tequila?” she replied raising a questioning eyebrow.

“Sounds good to me.” he replied. She turned and grabbed two shot glasses off the counter behind her before grabbing the bottle of Jose Cuervo Tradicional and pouring them both a shot. They both watched each other as they knocked back their shots.

“Brian.” he said as he placed the glass back down on the counter, holding his hand out to her.

“Sarah.” She replied taking hold of his hand. “Another?” she added glancing between him and the bottle of tequila.

“Why not, I’m not usually one to turn down an offer from a sexy woman.” He replied, his smirk widening as she blushed slightly pouring them both another shot.

“So what brings you here tonight Brian, I can’t say I’ve seen you here before.” she asked.

“I just needed to get out of the house for a couple of hours.” He replied taking a sip of his beer.

Sarah nodded, knowing not to probe any further. She’d dealt with enough customers drowning their sorrows to know that if they want to tell you their problems they will.

“How much would that entire bottle set me back?” he asked.

“Hmm, two dollars fifty a shot, about thirty shots to the bottle, so that’s what? Seventy five bucks?” she answered quickly working out the math.

“Share it with me?” he asked as he reached into his pocket and took out his wallet, extracting enough money to cover the cost of the bottle.

“Seriously?” she replied with a laugh. He nodded with a shrug of his shoulders as he passed the notes to her.

“Yeah why not.” She replied, her eyes gleaming.

As she put the money in the till, Kim, the bar manager appeared through the doorway that led towards the office.

“Sarah, I need a favour.” She said as she walked over to the bar.

“Pass me the keys.” She replied knowingly with a smile.

“You’re a star.” She said gently throwing the keys to the bar across to her. “My child minder just called, Jason’s just been sick.”

“You better go then, I’ll be fine.” She replied. She was used to Kim needing to run off and leaving her in charge.

“So you’re in charge now then?” Brian said as he poured them both a large shot, his smirk prominent on his face.

“Apparently so.” She replied as she came to stand opposite him once again.

They both took the shot and Brian quickly refilled their glasses. They continued to take shots together as Sarah carried on with her work.

“She’s just so self-absorbed you know? Everything has to be about her.” Brian said as he poured them yet another shot. Sarah nodded as she handed the girl she was serving her change with a smile.

“And she’s maxed out another one of my credit cards. I tried to pay for something earlier and got told that it was at its limit. Turns out the new boots she’s been parading around in were paid for by me and I didn’t even fucking know about it!” he added.

“She sounds a complete pleasure.” Sarah replied with a smile. Brian looked up at her and smiled back with a nod.

“Sorry. I bet you get this a lot huh?” he asked.

“From time to time, I see it as part of the job description.” She replied.

“I don’t get many customers sharing a bottle of tequila with me though.” She added as she picked up the bottle and poured them each another large shot.

Brian just smirked in reply as he took his shot glass in his hands and quickly drained it of the liquid.

“So, doesn’t your boyfriend have something to say about you working in a bar like this? Especially wearing a skirt like that?” Brian asked as she reached to get him another bottle of beer, his eyes running over her slender legs with an appreciative smirk.

“Well, that’s not a problem seeing as I don’t have one. And what’s wrong with this skirt?” she replied with a frown as she looked down at the skirt.

“Nothing babe, especially when you’re stretching up or leaning over for something; purple’s my favourite colour.” He replied with a wink. Sarah was confused for a moment, thinking about his reference before it suddenly clicked. She leaned forward against the bar, a smirk of her own playing on her lips.

“Then you’re going to love the bra as well.” She replied lustfully into his ear.

“Does that mean I’m going to get to see it?” he asked with a playful glint in his eyes as his hand reached over to grab the zip of her hoodie and pulled it down an inch.

“All in good time.” She replied huskily, quickly pulling back from his grasp and walking around to his side of the bar, swaying her hips purposefully as she made her way to collect empty glasses and bottles. As she walked around the bar it was apparent that it was only her and Brian there and at glancing at her watch she realised that it may have had something to do with it coming up to closing time. She placed the glasses she’d collected on the end of the bar and walked over to shut and bolt the front doors. She turned back to see Brian stood up walking towards her.

Biting her lip she watched, frozen to the spot as he walked up to her, his dark chocolate eyes full of lust.

“I fucking want you bad.” He growled as he reached her, his hands cupping her face as his lips lowered to hers, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth and entwining with hers. Her hands shot to his neck, pulling him closer to her as his hands slipped under her skirt, lifting her legs allowing her to wrap them around his waist.

“Back of the bar, there’s a booth.” She said breathlessly as she pulled away from him briefly. He nodded with a smirk as his lips attached themselves to her jaw line and neck, turning them and walking them towards the back of the bar, moaning uncontrollably as he nipped the soft skin of her neck.

He sat down in the booth, pulling her into his lap. He broke away from the kiss, his eyes finding hers again as he took hold of the zipper of her hoodie. He removed it quickly and eyed up the black fitted top she was wearing underneath.

“This is all very well and good, but I want to see that bra you mentioned earlier.” He said playfully as his hands slipped under the hem of the top, inching it up over her flat stomach. She smirked back at him, her hands trailing down his sculptured torso over his t-shirt, taking the hem in her hands and pulling it over his head. Her top quickly joined his on the floor and she moved to loosen his belt as his hand slipped under her skirt, between her legs, pushing the material of her panties to one side as he slipped two of his long exquisite fingers into her moistened opening.

“Oh God.” She breathed as he rubbed his thumb over her clit, distracting her from removing his belt further. She began to rock her hips against his fingers, enjoying the feeling washing through her body as his other hand made quick work of unclasping her bra, it too landing with the rest of their clothes.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned feeling the familiar feeling of heat wash over her as her body clamped over his fingers, shaking as her juices spilt.

“Do you need a little help with that?” he asked Sarah feeling the smirk on his lips as he whispered in her ear, his hand joining hers where they were still trying to undo his belt. She nodded in a haze. He removed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans before taking hold of her hips to lift her onto the edge of the table behind them, standing up to allow his jeans to fall to the floor. He watched her as she watched him slip his boxers off his narrow hips, over his impressive erection. She subconsciously licked her lips as he again took hold of her hips, pulling her into his lap as he again sat down on the seat.

He slowly raised her again; a loud moan of pleasure escaping her as he slowly lowered her onto his large, thick, hard cock. He took hold of her hips, guiding her up and down on his long shaft, his tongue running over her breasts as she arched her back, her head falling back as she rode him quickly.

“Fuck, yes, baby.” He moaned as she continued to slam her hips into his.

“God Brian, I’m so fucking close.” She moaned in a whisper as her eyes closed, feeling herself near her peak.

“Come for me baby.” He whispered into her ear as his hand slipped in between them, rubbing over her clit.

“Fu-u-ck!” she moaned loudly as she tightened around him as he continued to move her over him, more moans continuing to fill the room as he kept her orgasm going, a growl escaping his throat as he shuddered deep inside her.

He buried his face in her neck, nipping it gently as they regained their composure. With their breathing back to normal, he slowly lifted her off his lap, a moan escaping both of them as she slipped off him. They dressed in silence, Sarah zipping up her hoodie as she walked back towards the bar.

“One last shot before I leave?” Brian said as he poured the remainder of the bottle between the two shot glasses. Sarah looked at him with a smile as she took the glass in her hand and knocked the shot back.

“I’ll see you around some time yeah?” he asked taking a step towards her, dipping his head to kiss along her jaw.

“Feel free to call in anytime.” She replied with a moan.

“Oh I will.” He replied with one last smirk before he turn and walked towards the front doors, turning to throw her a wink as he walked through them.

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