One-Shots

I was absolutely sick and tired of my job. Don’t get me wrong, being a bartender had its perks. I enjoy getting some free drinks after every shift, I enjoyed the hours, I enjoyed my boss, and I enjoyed my pay. However, I despised some of the customers. The women weren’t bad, they tended to get a little bit slutty and emotional, but that’s bearable. Drunk, asshole men were a pain in the ass.

“Here you go, Brian,” I said to a pot-bellied, ginger, middle-aged man as I handed him his pitcher of beer.

Brian and his friends would come in every Friday after work and they would get shit faced, and every single time they consumed more alcohol than they could handle, they would hit on me.

“Th-thanks darling. Your breasts are looking ex-extra perky t-today,” he hiccupped.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

I turned around and felt his big, meaty hand smack my ass.

I took in a deep breath and pretended to ignore it. Punching him in the face was not worth losing
my job.

I returned to my spot behind the bar and tightened my ponytail of black hair. I was only slightly annoyed by the dress code for the bar. I could wear a tank top that showed off my tattoo of a heart with wings and the lettering ‘My other half has the key,’ but I had to put in clear rings for my snakebites and my septum, just to make the piercings less noticeable, except it made me look tacky.

My emerald eyes scanned the bar for any new barfly to chat up while I waited to be called on by Brian and his friends again. I spotted a man about 28- my age. He had medium length, black hair, tattoos down his arms, and a gorgeous bone structure.

“Hey, can I get you something to drink?” I asked him, flashing him a flirtatious smile.

“I’d like to take a long drink of you,” he laughed.

I grinned. He had a sense of humour. I liked that.

“I’ll take a shot of whiskey, whatever kind you think is best.”

“Sure, no problem,” I said as I poured him a shot of Jack Daniel’s. He laid a ten down on the table.

“Hey, Lily! We n-need more beer d-darlin!” Brian’s friend Luke yelled.

I sighed and got another pitcher.

“Here you go, boys,” I said, plastering on my fake smile just for them.

“Lily, I have a question for ya,” Blake said.

“Yes?”

“How much would it cost for me to take you home tonight?” he laughed as he squeezed my ass.

“More than you have,” I joked, trying to shrug off the situation.

“Hey, dude, get your hands off my girlfriend,” the guy from the bar scowled.

Blake removed his hand from my ass and scooted his chair away from me.

“Sorry man, I didn’t know she was yours,” he apologized.

“She isn’t ‘mine’ she’s her own person, asshole. She isn’t property, but if she was, she’d be worth way more than you.”

The man wrapped his arm around my waist and walked me back to the bar.

“Thanks…uh?”

“Ashley. My name’s Ashley.”

“Okay, so Ashley, can I get you a drink on the house?”

“No thanks, I’d rather have a fairly clear head when I’m around you.”
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“Is this your car?” he asked as he walked me to my beat-up, black buggy. He had been a gentleman, escorting me out of the bar after my shift just to make sure that no one bothered me.

“Unfortunately, I can’t afford anything better at the moment,” I huffed.

“Well, um, I guess this is where we part ways?” Ashley said.

“I think so. Thank you for being so sweet, Ashley,” I smiled.

I leaned up to him a placed a kiss upon his lips. He cupped my chin and deepened the kiss just enough for me to yearn for more.

“Actually, I was thinking that maybe you’d like to come back to my place for drinks?” I smirked.

“I’d love that.”
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“Where’d you l-learn to mix drinks like this?” he asked as he downed one of my many concoctions.

“The internet isn’t just for porn and YouTube videos you know,” I laughed.

“I can s-see why those men hit on you all the time,” Ashley slurred.

“Really? Why’s that?”

“Because,” he said, moving closer to me so that his lips were inches from mine, “you are fucking beautiful.”

I was tempted to bite my lip out of a nervous habit, but Ashley beat me to it.

His tongue explored my mouth as my hands gripped the hem of his shirt.

“You know,” I mumbled, “I really would like to know what you look like out of your clothes.”

“As you wish,” he purred as he kissed me chastely on the lips.

He picked me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom. He laid me down on my bed and stripped me out of my uniform. I had skipped on wearing a bra today and I could tell that Ashley was pleasantly surprised. He stripped in front of me, tossing his clothes at the foot of the bed. I eyed his erection and couldn’t keep the smile off of my lips. I knew I was in for a treat.

Ashley crawled on top of me, his hands roaming all over my body. His lips connected to my collar bone as his hands inched their way up my legs up to the apex of my thighs. His fingers grazed my sex and I could feel his smirk against my skin.

“Oooh Lily, you are so ready,” he said right before plunging his fingers into me.

His fingers pumped in and out of me, occasionally rotating inside of me. He started a scissoring motion and I knew that I was a goner. I released in only moments. He took out his fingers and quickly replaced it with his member. I cried out in pleasure as he thrust in and out of me, his member repeatedly hitting my g-spots. I climaxed once more as he released into me.

My head was spinning from the sex and the alcohol. I found that I couldn’t even muster to utter a sentence, so I drifted off to sleep with Ashley laying on top of me.
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I woke up in the morning, my head throbbing slightly. I rolled over in my bed to see Ashley’s sleeping form. I bit my lip and smiled. He looked adorable in his sleep.

I got out of bed and threw on a sheer t-shirt that hit me mid-thigh. I wanted to surprise him.

I padded out of my room and into my kitchen. I gathered up all of the things I would need to make omelets.

I had just dished the omelets onto plates when Ashley slumped into the kitchen.

“Good morning, how’d you sleep?” I asked, handing him a plate.

“Really well, actually. You’re a really great cuddler,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” I blushed.

Ashley grabbed a fork and dug into the omelets. We ate in silence for a few moments. It was kind of nice.

“So, you never told me why you work at the bar,” Ashley said.

“I attend college and I need money to pay for classes. The bar is a nice place to work for the most part. Where do you work?”

“I’m actually in a band.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you should come to one of our concerts sometime. I think you’d like it.”

“Is this a subtle way of asking me out?” I chuckled.

“Maybe. Is it working?” he asked.

“Yeah, it is,” I grinned before placing a kiss on his lips.

Notes

So sorry for it taking me this long to update, but I've been really busy with college and work. I honestly haven't had a day off in the past couple of months. I promise though that I will try my hardest to at least update one one-shot a month.