Nope. Bianca's back

You spot her across the beach. Bianca is watching you. When you make eye contact, she wiggles her fingers in a wave. In her other hand, she’s holding a towel. Your heart races. You may get out of this, yet!

“Um, Sam?” Erica asked.

You look back and realize the drink you're pouring is overflowing. “Oh, sorry!” you say.

“Guess that last drink is slowing your reflexes,” Erica laughed.

“I didn’t think this beefcake would be such a lightweight,” Jane said, eyeing your muscular chest.

You continue to make small talk with the girls as you watch Bianca approach in your peripheral vision. If she could just stand by the edge of the bar, she could slide the towel to you without alerting the other women to what she was doing. You might actually get away with this!

But, when she’s just a few feet away from the edge of the bar, Bianca drops the towel in the sand. You look straight at her. What is she doing?

“Excuse me, sir,” she says. The sorority girls turn to face the Italian bombshell. Bianca removes her sunglasses as she says, "Only employees are allowed to work behind the bar.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Erica said. “We didn’t mean to make a problem. We’ll pay for the drinks.”

“No problem at all,” Bianca said with a smile. “Are you all traveling together?”

She makes a bit of small talk with the American girls, leaving you to wonder what in the hell she’s doing. Why did she drop the towel?

“Well, I hope you enjoy your stay,” Bianca says. “But I’m afraid that your handsome friend cannot be behind the bar.”

“Would you, uh-“ you ask, trying to buy time, “would you mind if I finished pouring this round?”

“Come on, Sam,” Erica said. “Just come out from behind the bar.”

The American girls all look at you, but you look up at Bianca. She’s giving you a playful smile as she chews on the end of her sunglasses.

Suddenly you have an idea.

“How about I make you a drink, first?” you ask. “I guarantee you’ll like it so much that you’ll hire me on the spot.”

The American girls look back to Bianca. “He is a good bartender!” Erica says.

Bianca tilts her head. After a moment of consideration, her playful smile widens and she says, “I’ll have a gin and tonic.”

“Coming right up,” you say, silently thanking her for picking an easy drink.

Just as you put a glass on the counter, you freeze when you see Bianca walking around to join you behind the bar. It’s true that Bianca had, in her own words, “seen every inch of you,” but at least when she had seen you naked, you weren’t erect. After Leanna’s display and then watching Bianca chew on her sunglasses, every centimeter of your 8 inch dick was throbbing under the bar.

“That’s not necessary,” you say to her.

Before you can stop her, Bianca has already rounded the corner.

“I insist,” she says as she lifts the hatch and joins you in the tight space.

You reflexively back up to give her space while keeping your hips as close to the bar edge as possible, but you’re facing straight at her. And you’re pointing straight ahead. She doesn’t break eye contact, but her knowing smile shows that she has noticed how excited you are.

“I work behind this bar all the time,” she says as she steps so close that your cock is almost touching her. “There’s nothing back here I haven’t seen before," she says with a wink.

You give up on getting rid of your erection. At this point, you’re just hoping that you can hold off from blowing your load.