Rushin’ and Bustlin’

The sweat drips down her forehead, her forearm aches with tension, the movement and speed of her actions and manevoures, cause her body to heat, her cheeks spot a hint of rosiness to them, she turns and leans on the ledge of the counter, the staff room hot and air thick with the smell of exhuastion, tension and heat.

“Fuck me.” Vi mutters.

“Tell me about it.” Replies Tim.

She lets her head roll forward, taking a break from staring at the celiving as she lets herself breathe.

“It’s a god damn Thursday. Why in fucks name is it so busy?” Tim groans, slamming back a glass of water.

“Sorry guys…” A meek voices comes out from around the corner, their manager Paul steps out.

“Bro? Did you even try to call in more people?”

Paul nods, wiping his head of his own sweat, “I did. Everyone said no. Hand to God.” He glances at Vi, “Except for our hero here.” He smiles weakly.

Vi sighs, “I should’ve known better than to accept a clearly bullshit shift.” She sighs.

Paul groans, “I didn’t think this many people would here about our happy hour Thursdays.”

Tim glares at him, “A bar in an area that has fuck all to do, and you’re shocked that people are clamouring for $8 beers and $12 cocktails?” Tim sucks on his teeth, “Did you know that water is wet??”

Vi giggles which gets a smug grin from Tim but Paul just sighs and holds his hands up apologetically, “I understand, I understand.” He glances between the two, “I’m buying every one some rounds after we close up tonight.” He catches Tim’s glare and answer before he can speak up, “Which I will serve and clean up, don’t worry.”

—

The ambient music of the restaurant-bar plays softly, Vi sits on a stool, chatting with another worker while Tim, Paul and another staff member argue about the taste of Tequila. Tim had negotiated with Paul that since as the bartender he shouldn't have to deliver his own tips, he got a percentage of the drinks sold tonight in place of getting tips. To Vi’s surprise, either because Paul couldn't be bothered arguing, or he actually agreed, he had relented and Tim had made his random Thursday night a bit more profitable than he had expected.

Eventually, Vi is **** to join the three men in their discussions, her, Tim and the other staff member several drinks in, enjoying watching Paul struggle to mix the more complicated drinks, Tim giving him unhelpful tips, making the three tipsy members of staff roar with laughter when Paul produced a nightmare cocktail.

Tim puts a hand on Vi’s thigh as the group chats, rubbing her denim covered leg casually, his fingers pressing into her thigh, his fingers pressing into the space just above her knee. Vi glances at him and flutters her eyelashes, unable to deny the attraction to the man, and the **** undoubtedly getting to her. Vi swears she notices Paul catch Tim’s hand on her, but having worked in the industry for a while, he thought it was quite natural for two single people to flirt, as long as it doesn’t cross any lines.

The other staff member decides to head home, leaving the two with Paul, who leans on the bar, chatting casually, having decided that enough of the companies dollars had gone into the free ****.

“So, you’re not planning on fucking us again like that are you?” Tim asks Paul, finishing off the last of his drink, “I appreciate some foreplay before getting gaped y’know?”

Vi holds a mouth to her hand as she snorts, Tim’s hand squeezing her thigh approvingly.

“Come on Tim.” Paul mutters, “I’m chill, but still, watch how you speak.”

Tim rolls his eyes and motions to Paul to answer his question.

“No. Of course not. The next roster already has loaded the Thursday night shift. You won’t have to run your won drinks again.”

“Good.” Tim grins, “I know I’m the best at my job but even I won’t want to do that shit. You can give bullshit shifts like that too Nick.”

Paul rolls his eyes but can’t help but chuckle. He stands up straight andpauses, reachign for his phone he sighs, “I have to take this. Give me a few minutes.” Paul exits the bar and walks across the restaurant floor towards the managers office.

Tim turns to Vi, “Your ass looks great in those jeans, you wear them for me?”

Vi lets her mouth fall open in indignation, putting a hand on her chest she giggles, “You really think the sun revolves around you don’t you?!” She giggles again, “I wear these jeans,” she pinches the fabric on her leg, “Because I like them.”

Tim runs his tongue over his teeth, “Shit Vi, I fucking like them too.”

Vi giggles again, pressing the fingers of her right hand on her jaw, in pain from smiling and giggling from the **** she’s drunk, “I thought you were busy tonight? You spend a lot of time staring at my ass?”

Tim leans forward, his hand creeping up her thigh, “Bend over in front of me less and I’ll look less.” His hand squeezes, drawing a sharp intake of air from Vi, “Hard to ignore the best ass in this place.”

She looks him up and down, her eyes settling on his hands on her thigh, Vi bites her bottom lip, her eyes going hooded as she leans into him, her opposite hand reaching across herself to gently drag up his arm, fingers gliding on the line of the tattoos on his arms, “I wish guys like you could show off a bit more too y’know?”

Tim grins.

Vi’s hand goes up to Tim’s bicep, squeezing the bulbous muscle, she exhales shakily. She meets his eyes, “I like when men do a bit more than just look.” She lets go of him, stands and bends over the bar, pretending to reach for something, she looks over her shoulder at Tim.

Vi’s plan was to let him give her a slap, a squeeze, let him feel her ass, get some of her own sexual frustration out, but his sudden movement, the feeling of his crotch pressed up against her ass causes an involuntary moan to escape her lips.

Instead of just grabbing, Tim had stood up, and pressed himself against her. Vi can feel the shape of his hard cock against her ass, she instinctively pushes herself back against him, her back arching as his fingers press into her hips.

“Tim…” She groans out, pushing herself up she tries to turn around, but Tim keeps her pinned, facing each other now, Tim has his hands on her waist, holding her possessively, the strength in his arms sending shockwaves down between Vi’s legs. Vi can’t help it, pushing her knee forward, she pushes her thigh into his hard bulge.

“Feels good huh?” Tim asks smugly, keeping his hands still, letting Vi explore him.

She reaches up and presses her hand onto his muscular chest, slowly inching down, feeling the stiffness of his body and the stiffness pressing against her leg. She nods, “It does…” She feels the yearning inside her, “You’re so hard…”

Tim grins, a hand leaving her hip and up to her jaw, his fingers on her jaw, his thumb running over her lips, Vi’s lips start to part.

They sober up up and pull away. Well, Vi more pushes him away and pants, brought back tot he real world by the sound of the managers office door opening, and the sound of Paul’s approaching footsteps.

“Alright, you two. Time to head off. I’ve still got work to do.”

Paul tuns the corner and sees Tim grinning, his hand moving away from his crotch, Vi is red faced and short of breath, she smiles at Paul and then Tim, “Goodnight guys, rides here.” She grabs her phone and heads outside where Ari waits.

—

Ari snores across the room, Vi tosses and turns, her hands pawing at her breast, one hand between her legs, applying a light bit of pressure on clit, trying to calm herself down. She needs to see Erik soon, she can feel the desire burning inside her. She needs Erik… She needs some action.