At the Bar

It had been a very long day. I was in training for a product line I really didn't care about and probably wouldn't sell. But I as usual, did as instructed and drove the 50 miles to the next town for two days of **** by PowerPoint. I usually spent my evening hours writing erotic stories and posting them online. But after the company sponsoring the training took us all out to dinner, I was much too tired to think about writing. So instead I decided to go to the hotel bar and have a few.

This particular hotel had a nice piano bar with live entertainment. The singer and scene reminded me of Billy Joel and the piano man. A few of the participants joined me as we drank and bounced stories about strange happenings with customers. Eventually the others left and I was left alone nursing my fourth or fifth vodka martini. Instead of sitting in a booth alone, I wondered up to the bar and sat down.

Now alone, I took in the sights. It was just around midnight and the place was filling up. Usually hotel bars are just that, a place where visitors unwound after a day on the road. However this place was still going strong. As usual there was a mix of men laughing loudly at their tired jokes as they returned from wherever they had spent the evening bullshitting and drinking. I ignored their loud boisterous behavior and looked around.

Surprisingly there were several women all dressed nicely. Too many to for a normal Wednesday night. I came to the conclusion that this was a hotspot for higher class hookers looking for easy targets to make a buck.

Now I'm pretty normal, mid-fifties, slightly balding but still having a thinning covering of brown hair. I'm in pretty good shape standing six foot two inches and weighing about 220 pounds. I take pride in my appearance and exercised regularly. I may be mid-fifties but I look younger and could pass for early forties. It wasn't long before a young, mid-twenties lady sat down beside me. I immediately knew she was way out of my class. I may be older, but I was brought up on the streets and knew my way around. I recognized her as a hooker and let her know I wasn't interested. Plus I figured that I probably couldn't afford her anyway. It didn't take long before she moved on to a new mark.

I ordered another drink and sat back and watched. It was very entertaining watching her work the room. I made a mental note on how she moved around the room and finally left with her mark. I smiled and looked around to see how many others were doing the same thing.

It was about thirty minutes later when a young woman came in and sat at the bar. She caught my attention as soon as she arrived. She was different. Most of the other women were dressed to attract, but she wasn't. In fact she looked disheveled and was noticeably nervous. By this time most of the men were drunk on their asses and in seconds one after another they approached her only to be rebuffed. It wasn't until she had a couple drinks and relaxed when a man walked in the door and took a seat next to her.