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Erotica it's Her Job Day 43 Bar Fly
Scarlett Day 43
The rooms were dimly lit. Faint music played throughout the upscale apartment. Scarlett walked slowly from room to room gathering what she needed. So smooth and with such ease it was clear she had done this many times before and knew just what she needed.
She gathered her oversized bag and brought it to the living room. She sat in a high backed chair. She placed her boots upon the dark cherry wood table. Tonight they were shiny tall and black patent leather which landed just below the top of her thighs. Stretching above the boot was an equally shinny attached garter which hooked to a belt around her waist. Nothing but black matching underwear could be seen against her tanned skin.
She stayed in that position for at least 15 minutes. You could she her chest rising up and down with each relaxing breath. Her eyes closed and completely at peace. At the stroke of 10:00 pm she rose from the chair reached for a long black high collared coat. In one calm but swift move she grabbed her bag and starred at her cat as to say goodbye and left the apartment.
The bar restaurant was buzzing with people discussing the latest stock rise, broken relationship, drunken induced confessions of love. The staff was mechanical and efficient. Scarlett walked in and sat at on open seat at the bar. She looked like a woman stopping by for a drink prior to a business meeting, well in fact she was.
A tall blonde bartender glanced briefly in her direction. Scarlett motioned for a menu. She opened the menu and subtly slid a white envelope from the menu into her coat inside pocket. She looked up without expression and said, “Vodka Martini”.
See looked around the bar able to read just about everyone. There was a woman who so strongly resembled a boy drinking her woes away while throwing around her wealth to get dates. A somewhat stout plain woman in dire need of a makeover who was clearly just visiting the big city sends coy looks over to a bar in hopes of her first or maybe second gay encounter.
Scarlett drinks her Martini almost to the end it’s like candy. She glances at the clock. As the hands click to 11:00 she heads upstairs to the restrooms. Are there 3-an unusual number. Each one is gender non specific. She reaches for door number 3 which has the out of order sign and knocks 3 soft times. A second or two passes and the door opens Scarlett walks in.
There stands the tall blonde bartender facing the wall in front of Scarlett. His hands are outstretched against the sides of the wall. You can see a dark tattoo swirling around his left wrist but the words cannot be easily made out. Scarlett removes her long coat and stands with her patent leather boots, garters and corset behind him. She reaches for her bag and pulls out a long thin leather whip. Slowly she twists it around his neck to exert just enough pressure to be threatening. At that point he knew to turn. He faced Scarlett and stared directly into her eyes.
He reached down and placed his hands firmly on either side of her hips. He pushed her against the wall and in one swift motion he slid her directly upward. He held her there for a moment while releasing deep groan part pleasure and part strength. The bartender now eye level with the shine of Scarlet’s black patent leather underwear. She stayed completely still starring directly at the opposing wall.
He did not move waiting for direction. Seconds passed nothing. He struggled to hold her there. Her weight began to increase with the seconds. Finally, Scarlett grabbed his hair pulling it back strongly she then waited. Then with great force she thrust his head into her. Her back arched and she bit down firmly on her teeth. The bartender continued to fulfill what he needed to do. After a few minutes Scarlett reached down and slid her nails across the side of his neck with just enough strength to tear the skin and leave a mark. At that point the bartender began to raise his voice to an uncomfortable level. Scarlett glared at him and reached down grabbed the top of his head and pulled him back. With her left hand she shoved a black leather ball into his mouth. The party was over.
He knew he had over stepped the rules. He lowered her to the ground. Humbled and exhausted he bowed his head. Scarlett put her coat on. Lifted her bag and with one last glance in the mirror she opened the bathroom door. As she past door 2 she saw the stout in need of a makeover out–of-towner attempting to push her female bartender into the bathroom for what seemed like very desperate kiss.
The restaurant bar door swung open and Scarlett headed down the city street with the click of her heals.