Small Talk

Tamara struggled to get comfortable as she sat at the bar, every slight movement reminded her of her heightened sensitivity. Plus, the combination of her dress and preference for avoiding large crowds made her feel like she wanted to hide herself away. The exposed feeling causing her to fidget and creating a loop of self conscious squirming and little startled gasps.

The bartender gave her a pitiful look before draping the cleaning cloth over her shoulder and standing in front of Tamara, grabbing herself a bottle of beer and popping the lid off.

''So, you girls headed to one of the clubs around here?'' She said, before taking a swig of her beer.

''Uhh... no, just out for a quiet night'' Tamara pulled Rebeccas bag closer along the bar, partially covering her cleavage as she almost seemed to try and hide behind it

''Yeah, I get the sense that your friend doesn't really do quiet, she's got... uhh...'' The bartender blushed as she looked off towards the bathrooms. Suddenly frowning as she seemed to realize something, looking at the glasses that had been left on the bar by the guy who asked for his tab ''Goddamnit'' She muttered under her breath

''What's wrong?'' Tamara asked, drawing a piercing stare from the bartender, which seemed to soften a moment later.

''Look'' The bartender planted both her hands on top of the bar, unintentionally allowing Tamara to get a clear view of the defined muscle tone on her arms ''You seem nice enough... But your friend better not make a mess of my bathroom''

Tamara gave her a confused expression before realizing what the bartender meant ''I'm sure she wouldn't...''

''I'm pretty sure she is'' The bartender cut her off, Tamara slouched forwards and brought her drink up to her lips as she cast her gaze down to the bar top

The bartender let out a small sigh ''Alright, let's start over here. My name's Kym. What's yours?'' She finished with a forced smile

''Tamara'' The brunette responded, still slumping forwards onto the bar.

''Well, Tamara, here's to a quiet night out...'' The bartender raised her beer slightly in Tamaras direction before taking a long swig ''... And friends that don't know what quiet means'' The bartender finished with a chuckle.

Tamras eyes went wide as she heard a muffled moan come from the bathrooms.

Kym shook her head and smirked ''Don't worry about it. I already knew I'd have to get the mop'' She paused for a second before continuing ''See, this is why I don't run a nightclub, I'd spend too much of my time cleaning up...Well, even more time cleaning up''

The sound of high heels made Tamara look to one side, she could see Rebecca approaching with the guy from earlier walking behind her. A dopey smile plastered on his face

As Rebecca turned to give him one last kiss, Tamara cursed to herself as she realised she had let her eyes settle on Rebeccas ass again, bracing for the perfectly round ass to consume her thoughts again. Only to find herself surprised as that moment never arrived. In fact, it seemed like the tramp stamp tattoo had dissapeared as well.