Someone left a purse behind last night.

The start of every shift is pretty routine, nobody is near wanting to get in so I typically help get things ready with the rest of the staff. It’s flipping chairs and wiping down tables, it’s bringing bottles and ice up from the back.

It’s dull, and dull is the last thing I want right now. So, when I grab a sparkling silver clutch purse out from behind a cushion I absent-mindedly sit down and unfasten it. Looking for an ID or something interesting, whatever comes first I suppose.

It’s a small purse so there isn’t much room but the first thing I see is a stretch of condoms, purple wrappers folding up onto each other, “ribbed for her pleasure.” I quickly stop focusing on the condoms because of the reality that if I think too hard about sex I’m pretty sure I’ll come so hard I will leave my seat and I’m pretty sure thinking about condoms might be too hard.

A compact mirror and some lipstick get leafed though, I have no idea what kind or what it means. I idly contemplate opening up the lipstick, maybe seeing the colour will jog my memory... no I don’t think so, I was really only paying attention to one woman last night

The next thing I see is a small baggie with a little white powder. I laugh and call out to a bartender, throwing him the baggie. He catches it, a sort of running gag with the staff is we call all found or confiscated **** “tips”. It’s pretty common because what are the people going to do, tell on us?

Clearly who’s ever purse this is was on a mission for a good time last night.

Next, I pull out a yellow post it, looking over it for writing I see the address to this club, nothing remarkable, except next to it is my name, circled.

Last thing I find in this purse is an ID, finally. Pulling it out I let out a gasp. It’s Piya’s. It’s God damn Piya’s purse. She was crazy last night. Thinking about it, it paints what happened last night in a different light, what did she just get cold feet? What the hell is her deal.

The confusion, combined with what is now the frustration of being blue balled by spending highly sexually charged time with not one, but two of the most gorgeous Asian women I have ever seen manifests in a sort of almost anger I have never known. Before I know it, I’m calling Piya. She answers really quickly.

“Hi Piya, how are you doing today.” We work through the awkward dancing around the issue as I told her about her purse.

“No Piya it’s not a problem,” I say as she asks about coming to pick it up and I say in the same breath “yeah it was kind of screwed up. I don’t know what your deal is but you have to figure that out.” She responds and seem genuinely hurt that I’m so mad

“Yes, we had fun. I thought you were serious about it. Look I don’t want to get into it at work.” I sigh and her response is to try and stifle a laugh. “No, I don’t think it’s funny to point out that I wanted to get in you at work last night. Look Piya, I think you’re amazing but you have things to figure out, I have a job to do. Just come for your purse huh?” I hang up, going back to work.

She shows up while we’re all still prepping the bar. I have three cases of beer stacked on top of each other in my arms. My muscles were straining but I am stopped dead in my tracks as I see her. Framed in a red skirt and tight white blouse. She looks modest, especially compared to last night. But it’s still tight and there is no hiding her body.

She tentatively says hi, for a moment unsure as to how I feel about her. She asks me where her purse is and I tell her it’s behind the bar.

I watch her as she walks over, her heels smacking against the floor, with a much more assured and graceful movement than what I saw last night. Her heart shaped ass juts out and sways as she approaches the bar. It is when she hops up on to the bar to lean over and grab her purse I look up her skirt and see up her tanned legs to her ass. She isn’t wearing any panties and I almost faint.

Thoughts of Yui’s delicious pussy and now Piya’s come crashing through my head to such an extent Piya surprises me as she is now standing in front of me.

She is touching my flexing arms as she apologizes again saying, “please don’t be mad at me.” Which of course makes me think of her pussy because of the DM this morning. “All I am saying is its difficult for me, you two are so different and I am so so attracted to you. Look, he’s going out of town for a week starting this evening,” she says her brown eyes piecing suggestively into my soul. “I am having a little get together tomorrow at the pool at his house, please come for me.”

I’m pretty sure she is talking about her boyfriend leaving town and getting me over to see her in her swimwear, and I am one million percent on board with that.”

“I’ll even be sure to invite Yui, I see how buddy-buddy you two are,” and my first thought is, ‘No you don’t.’ My second thought is, ‘wait, what? What is she doing?’

She shifts her weight while we talk; almost like she is posing. Her entire body just secretes this sexual and perfect energy. “She can take pictures of us,” and with that line she pauses.

“I would love it if you would come to the pool party, it’s just me and my girls and you stud,” repeating the same move of dragging her fingers down my arm this time until it’s somehow lands on my belt buckle again. “Please think about it love. Thank you for finding my purse. I’ve got to get home before he leaves.”

Again, I am watching this sexy Asian walk away from me. The party sounds fun though.