A nice bartender

Dona kept drinking her iced tea and was feeling more and more confident in herself as time passed. She would have even been out enjoying the warm sun if she didn't spot the cute barman.

"You've been working fer a while here ?" She asked with a hint of accent from the ghettos.

The barman smiled to her. "Quite some time, yeah."

"So, ya like it ?"

"It's a good job, and I can meet some interesting peoples."

Dona leaned on the counter. "Really ? Tell me ?"

The barman put his hand on the counter, still smiling to her, and started to talk about some story he experienced. The young woman felt really wet between her legs, to the point she hoped that she didn't get a wet stain on her skirt. She really hoped the man was into her and not just working for his tips. Maybe she wasn't his type. Maybe he liked darker girls, or more confident... She took a sip of her drink, keeping eye contact barely listening to him, imagining how he could be under his clothes. She was barely taking any attention to Joan, who was throwing looks at the men behind them.

Joan was happy she had put on her crop top, showing her tanned skin. She was flirting with the guys with smiles and childish behaviors, hoping to get their full attention, since Dona was totally into the barman.