Leeann sat at the bar, forehead in her palm, staring at her almost empty glass of wine. Despair ran through her body like her own blood. She brushed back her red hair and closed her eyes tightly to keep from crying. The job was no high flyer, but she didn’t want to go back to waiting tables. She clenched her teeth. Damn it, damn it, damn it. She heard someone sit down and felt a presence beside her. She knew better. She didn’t want to go home with any old dick just for some quickie to take her mind off her troubles. No, Leeann knew that it could only lead to more problems. “You want a refill on that, sister?” Leeann hesitated for a moment. It was a woman’s voice asking her, not some stud trying to get her on the rebound. Oh she could use that drink and a little girl talk. “Yes, please,” Leeann replied. She opened her eyes and looked over. The woman who sat there looked vaguely familiar. Her name was…
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“Shauna,” the woman said with a smile. He teeth were white and even. She was a large woman: tall even sitting on the bar stool, sporting what could only be described as a long, thick, brown, mane of hair. It was as if she had read Leeann’s mind. “I noticed you sitting here. You worked at the store too, right? seasonal and household goods?” “Yes, that’s right. I knew you looked familiar. “I think we mostly worked opposite shifts.” The bartender put a second glass of wine in front of Leeann. She took a sip. “This isn’t usually my scene, you know, in the bar after a bad day, but I got it from both sides today.” “You got your pink slip?” “Yeah, and when I got home I found out that my man had traded me in for an ex-cheerleader.” “Awe, Darlin’ that hurts.” Shauna draped her arm across Leeann’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, we’ll sit here and have a few drinks and a few laughs and put it all behind us.” Leeann drank and they talked about the store. She felt the warm glow of wine as their conversation became more personal. “He was good in bed,” she confessed. “And he was excellent with his tongue.” Leeann put her hand over her mouth, and then giggled. “Oh, I can’t believe I just said that!” She took another gulp of wine. Read more
I was proud of my restaurant, we weren’t the biggest in New Orleans, and we weren’t the most famous, not by a long shot, but we were working our way toward being the best. Some people had even got around to noticing us. Some good local press and a few real positive reviews were bringing in the crowds. Life was looking good. That night, though, I was a bit nervous. Jolie and Maria were scheduled to close and they had stared daggers at each other all night. It appeared they both had the hots for the new bartender, Carlos. They were usually among my most reliable staff members. Jolie was a petite Cajun girl with wavy brown hair and a dazzling smile. She managed the waitresses and often Maria, our bar manager, had long dark hair that trailed down over her slim shoulders. Her body build was a lot like Jolie’s, short, slender, cute tits, and nice tight butt. They were both in their early thirties, you’d think by now they’d have more sense than to tangle over a man. But, those looks were giving me worries. I told Jolie I’d cover closing for her and she told me she had some scheduling changes to make and really needed to be here. When I spoke to Maria about covering for her, she said she really needed to stay to go over some orders.
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Those answers made me even more nervous. What I finally decided to do was use my office. My office is a high tech wonderland. I’ve got hidden cameras all over the restaurant. I said my goodnights and circled through the back room to my office. The staff was used to seeing the glow of the monitors under my door, I never turned them off. I sat back watching the monitors as the final customers left and the staff finished cleaning up. Finally there was just Maria and Jolie left in the building. At first, things were looking good. Both were in their separate spaces, working on paperwork. I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Maria started over to the table Jolie was working at. I’d already plugged in the headphones, all I had to do was select that microphone. “You ready to do this?” Maria asked with her hands on her hips. Jolie looked up and returned the glare. “More ready than you’ll ever be.” I prepared to barge out my door when they gave me a surprise. They headed for the linen room and each grabbed an armful of tablecloths. Read more
I was standing at my car, trying to open the door but I couldn’t find my keys. I thought I had lost them, but then I remembered setting them down on the sink when I went to the bathroom. Turning back towards the bar, I realized that I have had too much to drink.
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As I reached the door the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol hit me, it took me awhile to focus my eyes. I made my way straight to the bathroom and there were my keys just where I had left them. I grabbed them looking at myself in the mirror, thinking how silly I was for drinking so much as I had a fight with my boyfriend. I was house-sitting for a friend and he got mad as I didn’t ask him to come with me. I wanted and needed time alone with him. I stood there thinking about it and tears began to roll down my cheeks, I heard someone behind me. It was a beautiful dark haired woman with a great body. She was built wonderful and was only slightly taller than I was.
