Bartender’s bitch

“I really wasn’t planning on fucking around this shift.”

She thinks to herself as she walks past the bar to the staff room; the low whistle Tim gives her is a less-than-subtle indicator that it’s not really in her hands.

Best believe that Tim had Vi working tonight; she sweats and sweats, the designated bar bitch for tonight. And, naturally, as it always is with Tim, he relished in reminding her just how badly he wanted her.

“Yoooo, Vi, get in here, let me show you how to make this drink.”

Vi sighs and walks into the bar, looking Tim up and down with a smirk. “Go on then, show me how hard you have to work at this difficult job.”

Tim grins, laying it on thick, pressing into her from behind. Vi has to bite her lip at the rod pressing into her ass; he wraps his arms around her, “Jesus, Tim. How do you manage to focus with this thing at full mast like that?”

“Full mast?” Tim chuckles in her ear, shaking the shaker in front of her, Vi playing along by shaking her ass against him; she’s kind of surprised to feel him getting harder, “I feel sorry for what your man is packing if you think that’s full mast.”

She coos playfully, arching her back ever so slightly as Tim finishes shaking the drink, “Watch your mouth, I love him.”

Tim chuckles, grabbing her hips, all pretence of drink making gone for just a moment; he roughly pulls her against him, Vi responding with a soft moan as she looks over her shoulder at him.

“You wear thin leggings so you can feel this better?” Tim asks, rubbing against her ass.

“I don’t dress for douchey bartenders.” She chuckles, keeping eye contact over her shoulder with him.

“What about bartenders who know their way about unsatisfied sluts?” He’s bold; she’s known that, but she’s shocked when he reaches around her hips, below her apron, and pushes his fingers into her moistening mound, her fingers pressing through her leggings.

“Tim!” She says, open-mouthed and indignant. She knows this game too well. She reaches behind her, grabbing his bulge. “We’re out in the open…” She pushes his hand away. “People know I have a boyfriend here.” Her gaze moves to the side, a fellow coworker giving a curious side eye to their proximity.

Tim bites his lip and looks her up and down. “Storage room.”

“You need more alcohol?” She smirks.

“Slut. Come on.”

Vi casually follows Tim to the dry storage room, somehow bypassing being noticed by anyone. As soon as they step inside, Tim pushes the door closed and pushes her against the wall; his hands rub down from her chest, taking a moment to weigh her breasts in his hands, Vi biting her lip in approval, giving him alluring siren eyes. His hands travel down to her hips, taking greedy handfuls of her ass; he pulls her against him, rubbing, his face inches closer to kiss her, which, she swerves expertly, his lips finding the side of the neck instead.

“Oh?” Tim growls near her ear, his hands kneading her bubble butt.

Vi giggles, her hands on his arms, appreciating the sculpted body, “Tim… Naughty bartender you, I have a boyfriend.”

“Hmm.” He groans, one of his hands moving to her chest, grabbing her breast roughly, her shirt creasing under his grip, “Clearly, you give away everything except these lips, huh?”

His hand moves off her breast towards her mouth, his thumb moving along her bottom lip, “Hmmm. Just kissing…” She moans, opening her mouth slowly, sucking on his larger-than-normal thumb. She keeps eye contact with him the entire time, licking the tip of his thumb as she comes off the top, “I have other things I can do with my mouth.”

Tim is slack-jawed, slowly morphing into a grin as Vi reaches down and grabs his dick through his pants.

“Shit… It feels bigger in my hands than it did on my ass.”

Tim presses his index finger and middle finger to her lips, which, to him, she’s eager to wet. He slides his now moist fingers down to her crotch; Vi lets him push past the elastic of her leggings, his fingers press against her soaked panties.

“Fuck me, Erik and I are degenerates. I was not this bad before him”

“Pull those pants down, slut.” Tim leans forward, sucking on the side of her neck, his fingers already hooking into her leggings, “I’m fucking you here.”

But of course, it was always unlikely for the pair of interlopers to get away with much more than groping on a semi-busy work night.

“Has anyone seen Tim!? The bar is fucking unattended.”

The sound of Paul’s voice creeps into the storage room.

Vi’s hand stays gripped around his rock-hard length. “We’re going to get caught, Tim.” She moans as she strokes and squeezes him, “We have to get out.” Her voice comes out exaggeratedly breathy.

Tim is horny, a douchebag, but when Paul’s voice comes through again, he has to pull away. “Fucking… Nerdy sped.” He growls; he looks at Vi hungrily, “This isn’t over.”

“Hmmm.” She slowly drags her tongue over her top teeth. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”