Natalia Esenina - Bad Guys Night fantasies. A boring evening can be an unpredictable game for you

I go to the bar, put my elbow on the counter and turn to the group of guys:

– Do you know what will happen now guys? Listening to the new barmaid.

There are joyful exclamations. Olivia has already secured fan support. She’s going to finish me off.

I hear how offers are streaming on all sides: let them dance on a stand, let them sing, make their way through a dense crowd, but then two words become more audible, and now they are repeated in chorus like rech:

– Body shot! Body shot! Body shot!

Olivia follows with interest how her fate is decided.

– Let there be a body shot! I shout.

I look at Olivia and raise my hands with palms forward:

– So the bar decided. – Olivia nods to me, smiles timidly and wipes her hands on jeans. – Choose a victim.

She bites her lip and looks through the counter at all the guys who stare at her. I know for sure that any of them would like to be lucky, but Olivia is a smart girl. She understands: there is more to this listening than meets the eye. She weighs the pros and cons and prepares a decent response to the challenge.

Olivia already worked in a bar and should know: drinking at work is strictly forbidden, which excludes Pablo and Nelly from among the applicants. She probably also knows that involving customers in such games is also discouraged. She scrolls through the options in her head.

A smart girl.

Listening in my bar is always looking for a way to make people happy without breaking any rules. I am by nature a violator of prohibitions, but I am strict with my employees. This bar gives me a living, among other things. I can not allow lawsuits, self-mutilation and scandals.

I watch how Olivia assesses the situation. When her eyes fall on me, I understand: she realized that there was no other option. I’m not sure if I really saw a flash of delight on her face, or just my fantasies. But what I definitely noticed was how she again gained courage. And it’s as sexy as before.

Olivia gives the guys around her a charming smile:

“I think those who do this will be my boss?”

Good-natured jokes come in, I get a few playful punches and slaps on the back. In an atmosphere of malicious envy and universal enthusiasm, I nod to Olivia.

I reach out through the bar. She looks at her, gathers air in her chest, and with a sliding movement puts her fingers on my palm, puts her knee on the edge of the rack and climbs up. I support her and say:

– Free the rack.

All the guys pick up their glasses, giving Olivia a place.

– Pablo, one body shot “Patron”! – I shout to the bartender.

He quickly leaves the company of the girls he was talking with, pours a drink and brings us along with salt and two slices of lime, but he does not leave, but says to Olivia with a smile:

– Lie down, beauty. I’ll cook you.

Usually the bartender does it. But I, as a rule, am not a participant in the process. For some reason, I want to cook Olivia myself.

The girl lies down and fidgets slightly to get comfortable on a solid bar counter.

I smile tightly, watching as Pablo runs a slice of lime on Olivia’s bare stomach, circling around the navel. The girl looks at him with a smile. The bartender is almost drooling. I grit my teeth, feeling jabs of jealousy.

What the heck? Where did it come from?

Anyone will tell you that I’m not jealous. In the world there are so many women craving for affection to curl up a ram’s horn because of any one. Envy is not characteristic of me at all.

Usually.

Pablo enjoys it – it moistens Olivia’s skin, sprinkles salt. Nelly turns on the music: when the body-shot is performed, it is always “Fill me sweet.” As a result, all those around turn on and immediately understand what is happening. I never attached much importance to this, but today, while the music for the winding was playing, I felt what relish. I wouldn’t refuse to pour something sweet on Olivia, so that later I would lick it all for a long, long time.

I’m ready to rush Pablo, but then he finally gives Olivia a glass and brings a second piece of lime to her mouth. I can’t help but smile when Olivia takes a slice from his fingers and inserts herself into her mouth. Probably, the attraction that I see in Pablo’s eyes is directed in one direction.

It amuses my pride.

Olivia turns to me, anxiety in wide-open eyes. I bend over and whisper in her ear:

– If you are completely unpleasant, you can not do this.

I unbend and, holding my breath, hopefully waiting for an answer: courage should prevail.

This is what happens.

Olivia slowly turns her head from side to side and, wriggling, moves closer to me. Eyes sparkle with determination. There is a challenge in them. Everything in my jeans shudders.

I smile at her and speak loudly enough so that everyone around can hear:

– Okay. You yourself asked.

They cheer me up.

Moving to her waist, I bend over and touch my tongue to my stomach. From sour-salty taste saliva liberates abundantly. I close my lips and swallow it, and then I kiss the whole belly of Olivia and lick around my belly button.

She lies perfectly still while I eat salt. It’s over, I raise my head and see how Olivia reaches for me. This is such a subtle movement.

Olivia smiles impudently on me, rolls to her side and jumps off the rack to take up her workplace.

– Well guys, who should update?

And now the work in the bar “End” is in full swing. Now my only concern is to keep Pablo away from Olivia.

My first thought on leaving is about Cache. Licking my belly. Climbing tongue into the navel. And then looking so languidly into my eyes.

God, I was ready to swallow it right there, on the spot!

Damn bad guys!

I blame everything on hereditary weakness for them, because reason insists: you need to look for someone more suitable. Like Nick.

Nick.

To myself, I even sighed on behalf of only one. Nick is as gorgeous as a brother. It is natural. They are twins. And although there are fewer extremes that attract me like a bee to honey, he is endowed with many traits that are very pleasant to me.

The phone rings. I look at the screen to read who it is, but the name along with the number does not appear, so I do not know the caller. I’m thinking whether to answer, but I’ve woken up already, what’s there.

– Hello?

“Good morning,” a rude voice growls at me. In a split second, I not only recognize him, but also react. Everything in my stomach trembles with joyful excitement.

“Good morning,” I return the greeting. This is the cache.

“I expected to talk to you yesterday, before you left.”

This phrase provokes an unpleasant thought about last evening: shortly before the last group (guests) fell out of the place, Nelli disappeared behind the door, which, as I saw, was used by Cash, and neither she nor he showed up. Pablo explained to me what to do when closing, and when we were done with everything, he suggested that we go to the car. I agreed. She was annoyed and was not going to sit and wait for Cash, like a little dog. Even if he gave me a job. This is a fundamental point. I remember, I even thought: Yes, he is the same as all the bad guys – a lover of fun, turn his head and, in the end, change.

Not that he shows by his appearance: I, they say, remain faithful to some beautiful lady; however, I would not be too surprised if he had someone.

Throwing these thoughts out of my head, I remind myself that I do not care about Cache. He is my employer, and that’s it. The end of the story.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you with Nellie,” I explain, hating myself for the caustic tone. “Pabdo showed me what to do.” Nothing wrong.