Not the usual shift

Vi leans against the bar, she covered yet another shift, expecting it to be somewhat busy, and mostly because this day is one of Tim’s usual shifts, so she thought she would have at least a little bit of fun. Turns out Tim had swapped his shift away. Some party or even or some bullshit he had to go to. Vi checked her socials and saw on his story that he was dancing in a crowd with flashing lights and thumping music.

Vi sighs, looking towards the roof, she’s only one of two wait staff tonight. The other guy handling his regulars, and Vi handling two random families that are in their own world, not needing any real service. She glances over her shoulder towards the bar, Jasmine mixes drinks, a small earphone lodged into her ear canal, moving her head side to side as she listens to her music. Jasmine is nice… but, just, boring, unfortunately. She’s roughly in her late 20’s, married young, high school sweetheart, both insanely good looking, but just, boring.

Vi feels her phone buzz and after a quick look around for a surprise visit from the manager, Paul, she pulls her phone out from her apron and takes a look.

Vi scoffs, glancing up for a second time, she’s not exactly hiding, keeping watch at the hostess desk. She adjusts her feet and types out a reply.

She scoffs. Licking her lips as she reads his messages, his arrogance shining through even a phone screen.

Vi looks up, sucking on her gums as she processes these messages.

This guy only thinks with his dick.

Vi holds her phone up and takes a quick selfie.

Tim send’s back his own photo, he dresses outside of work exactly how Vi would expect, a douchey button up undone halfway down his torso, tucked into a pair of tight jeans. the classic combination of a rose. He looks like a love island contestant a few weeks in.

Vi sucks on her teeth, contemplating whether she should. It could be a good tease, Erik has been encouraging her to be a bit more flirty and teasing with him since the last time. Her phone buzzes, Tim assuming that she isn’t willing to get her tits out in the middle of the bar.

Vi pulls her shirt up, locking the alcohol dry storage room door. She adjusts her bra making her jiggly breasts sit a bit closer together on her chest, grinning she holds her phone up, gives it the finger and snaps the picture.

She returns to the hostess desk, absolutely nothing having changed on the bar / restaurant floor.

Vi snorts a laugh, that’s the typo he notices?

Tim sends through a photo, looks like from the clubs bathroom, he’s pulled his jeans down halfway his thighs, his grey underwear sports a massive bulge, he definitely knows what he’s working with.

Vi slides her phone back in her pocket, crossing her arms below her breasts, a thrill passing through her, she is kind of curious whether he can back up his massive game.

She already feels a tingle between her legs, licking her lips she texts Erik, making another trip to the dry alcohol storage room.

She snaps another photo, for Erik this time.