Barman’s meal

“I can’t believe you were right.” Erik says to Ari as Vi showers, arms behind his head, lounging on Vi's bed.

“I know my friend.” She replies, cross-legged on her bed smirking. Her face softens. “It helped, right? She’s been better since then?”

Erik lets out an amused exhale, nodding. “Yeah. She’s been almost normal these last 3—4 days.”

She smiles. “Good. I’m glad. She deserves it.” She checks her phone and grins. “Alright, I’ll see you later, say bye to her for me.” She stands up and turns towards the door. Pauses and looks at Erik. She goes up to him and puts her arms on her hips, an annoyed expression on her face. “Stand up.”

“What?” He asks, sitting up.

“Fucking, stand.”

Erik does so, standing awkwardly in front of her.

Her face goes bright red with embarrassment, her eyes dart to the side. “Don’t ever mention this, not even to Vi.”

“Come on, I tell her ev-“

She catches Erik by surprise, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his chest, giving him a tight, real hug. “Thanks for looking out for her.”

Erik is frozen, smiling he wraps an arm around her shoulders and hugs her back. “Of course. I love her.”

Ari pulls back, brushing her face off, avoiding eye contact with fierce aggression. “I love her too…. I’m leaving now.”

She rushes to the door and, without looking back, points a finger at him. “NOT A WORD.” She slams the door shut.

“Where did Ari go?” Vi asks, drying her hair with a towel, in black jeans and the branded black polo of the shitty dive bar she’s still employed at for some reason.

“Didn’t want to be late to her meet-up with Sai.”

“Ah okay.” She shrugs, sitting on her bed next to him, giving him a tight, genuine smile.

She continues getting ready, dyeing her hair and putting on her usual light layer of makeup while Erik sits on the bed, watching. “So. Vi… Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

She looks over, shirtless now, deciding to change from a sports bra to something with a bit more lace. “To work?” She asks with a cheeky grin.

“To go… Mess around, with Tim?” Erik grimaces with doubt. “After the last few days?”

She smiles, clasping the bra shut and picking up her shirt. “Yes. I promise. Do you not want me to?”

“I don’t want you to push yourself if you’re still vulnerable.”

She nods and sits next to him, grabbing his wrist and putting her head on his shoulder. “I promise I’m okay. The little session my masseuses gave me…” She winks. “Helped a lot. And honestly what would be fun right now, is to have a meathead pine for me.”

Erik glances at her bra. “And more?” He grins.

She laughs and nods, pulling her shirt on. “If I’m lucky.” She finds his eyes. “You okay with me doing this?”

“Oh, babe. Absolutely. As long as you’re ready, he can eat you out but he won’t be the one fucking you tonight.”

Vi grins. “You better follow through with that!”

The universe truly had other plans for Vi tonight.

It.

Was.

So.

Busy.

Vi had chosen a bad night to take Paul’s offer to learn how to do closing duties. They didn’t get to have a proper start or do any pre-cleaning duties since the customers just never ended, even Tim was barely interested in Vi tonight, laser-focused on mixing about 4–5 drinks at any one time.

…

“No no, sorry, won’t be too late. Love you too, bye.” Paul hangs up the phone as Vi knocks on the manager's door. “Hey. Are you busy?”

Paul shakes his head, pushing his brown hair out of his emerald green eyes, he stands up. “Nah nah. We can keep closing, I was about to come out but my partner called me.”

“Oh, that’s all good, did you need a bit more time?”

He waves his hand. “No no, let’s get to it, I want to be home before it hits midnight.”

“Midnight?” Vi exclaims.

Paul snorts. “Yeah. Tim and I have left at 2 before, isn’t that right?”

Tim looks up from the bar at the sound of his name, he barely reacts. “Yeah. Fuck this job.”

“He loves it.” Paul laughs, guiding Vi around the premises, showing her what she has to clean and shut down, what needs to be packed and what note to leave for the morning openers.

12:40 am…

“Man, I’m never working a Thursday again.” Tim groans, he and Paul come out of the manager's office.

Paul chuckles, patting him on the back. “Yeah, yeah buddy.” He checks the time. “Shit, I gotta go, you okay to do the final walk-through?” He asks Tim.

Tim nods.

“Thanks, man.” He turns to Vi. “You got a way home?”

Vi nods. “Yeah, my boyfriend is on his way.”

Tim suddenly perks up. “You staying for a bit?”

She nods, keeping her expression as innocent as possible.

“Oh, that works out. You okay to show her the walkthrough and final stuff?”

Tim nods, his eyes fixed on Vi.

“Cool.” Paul smiles, walking past Vi. “You got a great boyfriend there, picking you up this late.”

Vi giggles. “Don’t I know it.” She smirks at Tim as Paul leaves for the night.

The two stare at each other, the air heavy as Vi grins. “Do me a favour?”

Tim swallows, is that nerves that Vi can smell on him?

“I’ve had… such a bad week.” She grins. Lifting the bottom of her shirt.

“Vi… Cameras…”

“Hmm. Good point. Don’t want Paul to get a show now do we?”

She puts a finger to her chin in thought. “The manager's office doesn’t have cameras installed does it?”

...

Vi sits in the manager's chair, spinning to face Tim, leaning against the wall, a wide hungry grin on his face.

“Now where was I?” She muses.

Tim steps forward, his hands going to his belt.

“Uh-uh.” She coos, putting a finger up and wagging playfully. “I think I deserve a reward for being such a strong girl this week.”

She lifts her shirt, unzipping her black denim. She looks up with narrowed lustful eyes. “Don’t you agree? And there’s nothing a girl loves more than being eaten out.”

Tim lets go of his pants, dropping to his knees between Vi’s spread legs.

“You look so fucking sexy from this angle.” Tim groans, hooking his burly fingers into the hem of jeans. Slowly tugging them down.

“I do love an obedient man.” She giggles, lifting her hips.

She leans her head back as Tim takes a deep, gratuitous inhale of her nether regions, pressing his nose into her panties. Vi giggles from the sensation of his lips.

He continues to tease, pressing soft kisses on the inside of her thigh, nibbling on the skin, his fingers venturing forth and pressing onto her clit through the thin panty material.

He looks up with a grin. “You ready for me?”

“Thought you would never start.” She retorts teasingly, biting her lower lip sensually.

He uses a finger to pull her panties to the side, he takes a long look at her wet pussy, leaning in close, no doubt committing the shape of her lips to memory, he looks up at her and sticks his tongue out, dragging the flat of the wet muscle up her throbbing slit, flicking at the top, finding her clit.

“Ooooooh…. Yes…” She moans softly, grabbing the armrest of the chair and leaning back into the chair, sinking into it slightly.

“Better than any drink in this fucking place.” Tim grins, not giving her a moment to react to his corny remark, he digs in, pushing his nose into her pubic bone, his tongue swirling and flicking at her hungry cunt.

“Fuck yes!” She squeals, putting a thigh over his shoulder, inviting him in deeper. Tim has moved slightly, his elbow bent, a finger curling upwards inside her desperate soaked slit, she rolls her hips against his face, her breathing coming out shallow and fast.

“Just! Like! That! Yes!” She moans, grinding her hips harder.

It feels good.

But he’s kinda mid at this.

It’s fortunate that on this occastion, Vi is getting off more on the idea of the man being obsessed and attracted to her rather than the cunnilingus itself.

Her phone buzzes on the table, Erik is waiting outside, pretty good timing she thinks to herself, she reaches down and starts to circle her own clit, Tim pausing before angling his head down to continue his attack.

“Oh… Fuck!” She moans, letting her legs tense straight as her hips shake as she pushes herself over the edge, Tim getting the full brunt of her hips pushing into his face.

She takes a moment to exhale and giggle, Tim grins as he stands up, undoing his belt.

She gives him a faux apologetic look. “Sorry… Boyfriend is here. Maybe next time sowboy.”

Tim groans, jealousy on his face as he continues to undo his belt. “Make him wait.”

She giggles, grabbing his jeans and holding them up. “I don’t think so. My infidelity, my rules.” She winks through the lie, patting him on his chest, she zips herself up and leaves Tim in the manager's office, pants still halfway off. Blue balled to the extreme.