Suddenly we’re moving – no, she’s pushing me, backwards. My backside meets a door, and we ram straight through it. A quick scan tells me we’re in the bathroom, then a stall. She locks the door behind her then attacks my mouth. The kiss is urgent and sloppy, but I don’t care. Right now, I don’t care about anything except quelling the need that has become a living, breathing inferno threatening to burn my organs to ash. I dig my fingers into her waist as she grinds against me. Then, with no warning at all, she drops to her knees. All my rationalizations come to a grinding halt. She glances up at me as if asking permission. I don’t move, I don’t speak. I just look down at her with hooded eyes and labored breaths. She takes my silence as a yes. Then she hooks her fingers into my shorts and springs me free. My whole body pulses and shakes. I need this. I need this more than she can even comprehend. Then she puts her mouth on me.Holy mother!I reach up and grab the top of the stall for dear life and let it all go as the ballsy brunette proceeds to blow more than just my fucking mind.
* * *
I walkout of the bathroom stumbling like a drunk.
My body feels like it’s been emptied. Drained of all energy, worry, and anxiety. I don’t know where the girl disappeared to. Once we were finished, she stood up, fixed my pants, kissed me on the cheek then vacated the premises, leaving me to recuperate on my own. I sort of feel bad. I didn’t even ask her name.
“Hey, kid.” I hear Daniel before I see him. He’s leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door chewing on a toothpick, still wearing that ridiculous straw cowboy hat.
I know what I must look like. A guilty deer in headlights. It’s my first night, and where do I end up? In the bathroom getting a blow job instead of behind the bar serving drinks. I’m so fired.
“You’re in, kid.”
“What?”
“You got the job. See you tomorrow.” He haughtily pulls the toothpick out of his mouth and walks off.
Good deal.
I hop back behind the bar, and Shayne does nothing to hide his mischievous glare. “I told you someone was going to get licked.”
I roll my eyes. “Yup, you called it. You’re the blow job whisperer.”
Shayne lets out a huge laugh. “Well, tough guy, I’ve been called a lot of things, but that’s definitely never been one of them. Maybe I can have a T-shirt made,” he muses.
“Do whatever you want with the title. Just don’t let anyone know I gave it to you. Don’t want to give people the wrong idea,” I joke.
“It’s a pity only women get to lick,” he pouts.
“That’s never going to change.” After three and a half years in jail, if I ever questioned my sexuality before, I can tell you with ironclad confidence now, I’m straighter than a wooden arrow.
“I gotta ask you a question. You mentioned liking women before. Or at least alluding to it...”
Shayne shrugs. “I’m bi. There’s lots of us here. Workers and patrons. Even Daniel.”
Now that makes a lot of sense.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable earlier,” he says as he wipes out a mixing glass.
“You didn’t.”
He tosses me acome on, don’t bullshit me, brotherlook.
“I... I just don’t like people catching me off-guard.”
Shayne nods like he understands. “Well, if I ask permission, can I touch you now that we’ve gotten to know each other a little better?” He leers at me.
“Not on your life.” I push him, and he chuckles.
The night finishes without any more touching. There were a few more bar dances though. I made a couple hundred bucks and a few new friends. So, all in all, the evening wasn’t completely painful. Save for having to endure the male revue, and these fucking tiny shorts!
As I make my way outside to the street, I find an attractive brunette I know intimately pacing the sidewalk. When she sees me, she stops immediately and bites her lip.
“Hey,” she purrs.
“Hey,” I respond.
“So, I just wanted you to know, I’ve never done anything like that before,” she gushes.