Barman’s arrogance

Vi has no idea what to expect from this shift tonight. She got rostered onto a weeknight close. With of course, Tim.

There have been a few shifts with him since the moment in the manager's office; Vi suspects that Tim seems to think that he’s the one in control; that he’s the one directing these escapades.

Erik guessed it’s because of the day that she ‘snuck’ off with him to the bathroom, and that he ‘made her cum’ in the manager's office.

“That’s dumb. I literally had to help him out!”

“From what you know about Tim, do you really think that he even considered that? Or do you think that he reckons he made you cum in a public place all on his own?”

Vi hates being wrong.

Even more so, in those shifts, it almost seemed like Tim was trying to tease her; yeah, he would do those little gropes and grinding against her, but whenever she went to play along he would pull back and give her an arrogant, annoying wink.

There was even a shift where they found themselves together in the dry storage room again; he had put his hands on her waist and pulled her close, grinning down and whispering to her, grinding his length against her leg. He spun her around and wrapped a hand around her throat, never going so far as to squeeze or anything, but he pressed his fingers into her jean-covered crotch.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re dripping for me.”

She smirked back, putting her hand on top of his, pushing his fingers harder against herself, “A real man would try and find out for himself.”

He growled in her ear, pushing his fingers harder into her crotch, his other hand leaving her throat and cupping her breast, “Naughty slut, you want my cock in you don’t you?”

“Do I? You reckon you can handle me?” she replied, “How long are you going to hold back for?”

He let go of her in that moment, grinning at her as he put a hand on the door, “Until you’re absolutely begging for it.”

Vi was left grinning, Tim thinking that he's left her desperate, Vi knowing that he's needing it more than her.

Erik again, annoyingly pointed out that she has been playing that kind of role with him. Then teasing her that it seemed to be working.

“Of course it’s working.” She grumbles to herself, leaning against the bar watching Tim make some drinks, actually focused on his work for once.

‘How could he resist me?? He should be eating out of the palm of my hand.’

Vi seems to have gotten quite used to being desired by everyone and irresistible to most, she curses her boyfriend for inflating her ego so damn much.

But she’s not going to throw herself at this man. She can play this push-and-pull game too.

She walks past Tim, who looks up with an arrogant expression on his face, “Wanted to get close did you?” He asks.

Vi just keeps walking, right past him. She knows he’s looking; she’s swaying her hips just that little bit more. She wants to look back so bad to see what his face is, but she stays strong.

She knows exactly what kind of man Tim is. So, in addition to ignoring him, and showing off, she goes up to one of the other males who are on shift today, a fellow server.

“Henry! Have you been going to the gym?”

She leans against the bar, her back towards Tim, elbow on the bar.

“Oh, Vi. Yeah! I have actually! Thank you for noticing!”

He seems genuinely happy that someone noticed. Which is kind of sweet.

“Of course!” She points at his forearm, “You can really see it there. Working on arms and upper body?”

Tim curses in the background as he whacks his leg with a mini fridge door.

Vi grins.

…

Vi leans on the bar, staring at Tim now; customers have cleared out, Paul has gone home, it’s just her and him now.

She absolutely rushed through her side of the close, just so Tim would have to deal with having to close before anything else.

“You finishing anytime soon?” She asks him.

He gives her an exasperated look as he pops a pourer out of one of the bottles, “You have nothing else to do?”

She shrugs, “Nothing fun.” She grins.

He glares at her, his eyes falling to her sizeable breasts, trapped behind the black tee.

“Eyes up,” She teases, “You still have work to do.” She makes a show of untucking her shirt and stretching her arms above her head.

“Well. Since you’re slow, I’m going to go hang out in the manager's office, have a little sit-down. She narrows her eyes invitingly, “Gonna have to call my boyfriend soon, maybe head on home.”

Vi does indeed love being proved right. There’s no way he’s finished his close yet, but she grins at him, sitting in the manager's chair with her top neatly folded on the desk, her large breasts held close to her chest by her black bra, “Can I help you?” She asks with a grin.

“You teasing fucking slut.” He growls, standing in front of her, unbuckling his belt.

She giggles as she holds a hand out and caresses his bulge, purring softly as he pushes the denim and undergarment down, his dick bouncing as it’s exposed to the office air. She presses a finger on his cockhead, “Is that precum already?”

“Fuck off.” He growls, stroking himself in front of her, “Don’t act like you’re not desperate for me.”

“Am I?” She queries, putting her other finger on her chin, “If only there was a way to prove that.”

He growls and reaches down, hooking a finger into the bra between her breasts, guiding her up he leans her back on the desk, “Oooh.” She coos with a grin.

His moist cockhead rubs against her jeans, leaving small trails of pre cum on her pants, his fingers fumble with her jean button and zip; he manages to tug them down, getting low on his knees; he looks up as he hooks a finger into her panties, “Show me that soaked cunt.”

He slides them down and Vi feels a slight exciting chill as his breath glides over her snatch. Slightly wet, not soaked, but definitely getting hornier by the second.

He runs a finger along her tight opening, “Knew it.”

“You going to do something about it this time? Or should I go back to my man's place, or maybe Henry will be more of a man.” She responds arrogantly.

Tim growls, standing up, his cock pressing against her lower abdomen; his hand finds her throat again and he tilts her head back.

“Fucking, look at you. My cock is all you have on your mind, isn't it?”

Vi rolls her eyes and she reaches down and grabs his balls, “Aren’t you the one always trying to cope a feel?”

He chuckles, running a thumb on her lips, “Who's the one that grabbed my balls as soon as she could?”

“Big talk for a man throbbing already.” She responds, squeezing him teasingly.

He inhales sharply, “Beg for it.”

“Give me something to beg for.” She grins challengingly.

He pushes her back, her ass resting on the bench and she hoists herself up, leaning back on her arms, she looks down as Tim’s cock rests on her and.

“You have a condom?” She asks.

‘I know you don’t’

Tim looks almost surprised, “Fuck. No. Seriously?”

She tilts her head, reaching down and grabbing his shaft, putting a hand between his rod and her hole, “You think I want to make it easy for my boyfriend to know I’m fucking around?”

Tim’s mouth gapes like a sputtering fish; he growls again, “You’re serious?”

She bites her lower lip, giving him a sexy, apologetic look, “You think I want your kids or something? I’m serious.”

Tim growls, looking around, as if his saviour will be found in the bar management office.

“Fuck… Can I get something?” He asks, desperation creeping into his voice, lifting stacks of paper as if a condom would have been left there.

A complete victory for Vi,

She points at her jeans, “Give me those; I’ll help you out, poor little man.”

He reaches down and strokes himself, trying to appear confident, but crumbling as Vi reminds him exactly whose in charge, “Little?”

She giggles as she takes her jeans back, turning around to really tease him, bending over and sliding her jeans up.

She drops to her knees in front of him and fondles his balls again, swirling the heaviness with her fingers, looking up while fluttering her eyelashes, “Have you been holding it in? It’s so heavy.”

He growls, his turn to lean back on the desk now, “Nah… This is just what a real man’s balls feel like.”

“Hmm?” She says, swapping her hand to his cock shaft, and getting in close, sticking her tongue out and taking his sack between her lips.

“Fucking hell Vi.” He growls, his hand going to her hair.

She giggles with her mouth full, stroking his shaft, gazing up at him with his cock over her face.

“Fucking… Slut…” He growls again, his cock throbbing already.

Vi moves her head side to side, dragging her tongue with her, before finally giving him access to her throat, opening her mouth a bit wider as she slides his cock down the flat of her tongue.

Neither of them realises they left the office door wide open; neither of them notices the eyes that are on them now; neither of them feels the hesitation emanating from the hallway, watching the two.

Vi is not surprised at this point when Tim goes silent after only a few minutes of service; a tinge of disappointment that he's finishing up so quickly, he's either really into oral or he's just got bad stamina.

Vi decides to let him cum inside her mouth, the thick and warm juice landing on the back of her tongue, not the biggest load; Erik definitely has him beat in yet another department, she swallows easily and opens her mouth to show him the evidence.

He breathed heavily, sweat on his forehead. Gripping the desk behind him.

…

She opens the passenger door to Erik’s car; she turns when she hears another car turn over.

“That’s not Tim’s car.” She says, watching the blue sedan, reverse out and drive onto the road, “Isn’t that…?”

“Everything okay?” Erik asks, straining his neck as Vi stares at the car.

“Yeah… I think so. You wanna hear what happened?” She grins, stepping into the car.

Erik turns the car off and reclines the driver's seat, unzipping as Vi leans over, “Hell yeah."