Nia

“And it was like, totally her fault, you know?” Droned the blonde woman in front of Jake. “Like, it’s not my fault you left your phone there. And what was I supposed to do? Stop him from taking it?”

The woman talking to him was pretty enough, your typical skinny blonde, barely 5”3, small breasts by the look of her in her dress. She had started talking about a story of how her work colleagues phone was stolen at the cafe she worked at…or something like that. Honestly, Jake had kind of checked out.

She approached him in the bar and sparked up a conversation, trying to flirt with him, touching his arm. He wasn’t really interested, but he was doing his best to be polite. Perhaps he’d make an excuse of going to the restroom and give her the slip.

He turned towards the large mirror across the bar that separated the customers and the employees. He saw himself, a handsome guy with attractive features, light brown eyes and well groomed brown hair and beard. He was in shape, with decent muscle mass that he gained from training at the gym regularly. He was wearing a red checkered shirt, that gave him the look of a lumberjack.

He could see the reflection of the woman, still talking to him, despite him turning his head away. He couldn’t even hear her voice anymore, he just saw her mouth moving, and her arms and hands visualising to her boring story.

This happened quite a lot, a white girl would approach him, try to get his attention. They would probably have sex if he was horny enough, but it wasn’t a fully satisfying time for him.

“I’m just gonna get a drink.” He told her, interrupting her long spiel of whatever it was she was talking about.

“Oh, ok.” She squeaked, not reading into that I was uninterested in what she had been talking about.

I snaked through a crowd of people to reach the front of the bar, and sighed at momentarily escaping her.

“Tough day?” A velvety voice spoke to Jake on the other side of the bar.

He looked up and saw a gorgeous black woman, her skin resembling that the colour of a deep, rich brown. Her hair was dark and short at her shoulders and Afro styled, which she had gathered most of it to be tied near the top and back of her head. Her alluring eyes glinted in the low light of the bar, her smile was dazzling, making his heart skip a beat.

“Something like that.” Jake managed to croak out, aware that his voice seemed deeper than usual.

“Well, nothing a drink can’t fix. What can I get you, handsome?” She realised what she said at the end of her sentence, and her smile dropped and her eyes widened. “Sorry, it’s just a compliment, I’ve been calling all the guys handsome. Both the black and white guys.”

She didn’t seem convincing enough, trying to recover from the fumble in an awkward way. She might have felt that she offended me, as the bill of same race relations dictate that no intimate act can occur between two people of different ethnicities. This may have been her attempt to smooth things over incase he reported her for misconduct.

“I don’t mind being called handsome, especially from a beautiful woman like yourself.” Jake slyly flirted, hoping know one near noticed what he did.

“Oh, beautiful eh?” She leaned forward. “Be careful, that type of talk can get you in trouble.”

“I like trouble.” He said to her, smiling with a cock of his eyebrow. “And as long as I get in it with someone like you, it’ll be worth it.”

Jake had to careful now, he was openly flirting with a black woman, this type of behaviour could land him a hefty fine.

“I’m Jake by the way.” He introduced, but held his hand back in case his action of shaking hands with her was seen to be too intimate.

“Nia. Good to meet you.” She said back to him, her smile was too contagious, and he found it difficult to stop smiling back at her. “So…that drink?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ll have a whiskey, neat.”

“I thought you were a whiskey man, you have that air of sophistication.” She giggled, letting him know she was being playfully sarcastic.

Jake smiled, liking the sound of her laugh, and he wanted to hear it again.

He took a moment to watch her pour his drink, looking at her snug clothing that emphasised her figure. She didn’t have the largest breasts he’d ever seen, but they looked to be a good handful. And when she turned to pick up the whiskey bottle, he got a good look at her rear end, and it looked big in her tight jeans. He could feel himself getting hard, wishing he could see her in a more private setting.

Nia handed him his drink and he thanked and paid her for the service.

“When do you finish?” He asked her.

“Not til closing time, why? Do want to wait for me?” She teased with a whisper only they could hear.

“Maybe. Or I might want to know how long you’re on the clock so I can get another drink from you.” Jake said to her.

“I think your friend is waiting for you.” She gestured behind him, her face now looked sullen and disappointed.

Jake turned and saw the white woman that had been speaking with him was a few feet away, clearly waiting for his return.

He looked over his shoulder to see Nia now busy serving another customer, looking less joyful when he first spoke with her, the dazzling smile now dropped.

With his mood now plummeting down, he reluctantly walked back ti the woman, but he was still aware of how Nia made him feel.

“Finally, you took so long I thought you got lost. Or was the bartender just incompetent.”

“Not at all.” He brought the tumbler to his lips and sipped some of the alcohol and swallowed, the burn of the whiskey flaring down his throat and settling in his chest. The type of burn that always felt good. “In fact, she was perfect.”

She glared over Jake’s shoulder at Nia, clearly annoyed that she took too much attention away from Jake onto her.

“So.” She said, getting close to him and twirling a finger at his chest. “You want to knock that back and come to my place.”

The implication of sex was there, an offer that Jake didn’t want to take her up on. But she seemed suspicious from his interaction with Nia, and maybe agreeing to go to hers might get her to lower her skepticism.