Just the Tip: Short stories of love and lust

OPT

One of the perks of traveling for work is being in a different set of surroundings, which gives you options of what to do on your nights off. I had one night off and having blown the day away by sleeping, I figured that I needed to get out. I did a Google search and found two places that looked worthwhile; OPT and Club Asylum. One was a 15 minutes drive, the other was about 30 minutes. I figured it would be easier to hit up somewhere close.

OPT was one place out of three in this structure. Once I realized that its home was in the basement, I stepped inside — the place looked like it would hold maybe100. It was small enough that when I walked in, I could see the entire place from the entryway: There were about 10 people in the whole place, including the bartender. I felt momentarily shy, but people seemed relatively non-threatening, so it eased me up slightly. Two wall-mounted plasma TVs on either side gave it a pool hall feel, even though the place looked like it hadn’t been updated in 10 years. The pool tables were quarter-operated and given the appearance of the place, I wasn’t surprised. I was caught off guard when a female’s voice broke my train of thought. “Hey there! If you’re looking for pool, you can ask Jim and Sandy, I’m sure they’d play.” I looked in the direction of the female’s voice and replied, “Nah, I’ll just have a drink.” I approached the bar, sat down, and made myself comfortable. I noticed that the bar tap had a Coca-Cola logo, so I just ordered a Sprite.

As she poured the Sprite, I looked her over. Initially, I was impressed by her looks, but that’s all for show. It was my guess that she was the wife or girlfriend of whoever owned the place. “Just the one Sprite hun, or do you want to start a tab?” I took out my credit card and gave it to her. She was gorgeous! She looked to be in her mid 30s, having an accent like the locals, about 5’5, slender, gorgeous blonde hair that was put up and dressed in a top that revealed dynamite cleavage.

I didn’t notice any hours posted anywhere, but when people were scurrying out, I thought maybe they closed at twelve-thirty. As the bartender gave me my fourth Sprite, she asked, “Are you drinking, or just doing soda?” Not thinking about it, I tapped on my glass to show that it would be all I drank. She handed me back my credit card. “There’s no point in running your card for under $10.” I thanked her, but she turned it around. “It’ll cost me more in processing fees, than it will for the overall tab.” As I put my card back into my wallet, I noticed that she was beginning to clean up the bar. ”Are you closing soon?”

“ One-thirty, but I’ll likely be here until two-thirty, cleaning up.” Either her typical customers didn’t pay cash, or it was obvious I wasn’t a local. “So, hun, what brings you around here? I’ve never seen you here.”

“ Work. I have the night off, so I figured I would see what the area had to offer.”

She scoffed and replied almost mockingly, “Yet, you chose to come here.”

“ It was either this place or Club Asylum. I wasn’t in the mood for a club environment.”

She took a fit of laughing. ”Asylum sucks anyway. Six months ago, they were shut down for serving to underage girls.” She continued to chuckle while shaking her head, “the owners will do anything for a blow job.”

She got lost in the moment. ”I should apologize, that stirred up some old memories…” She reached her hand out, “I’m Lucy. Welcome to Fall River.”

I introduced myself and as I shook her hand, I kept glancing down her top as her tan, satin bra highlighted her cleavage beautifully.

Judging by her appearance and the way she spoke, I would guess that nothing offended her. There must have been a spark because whenever she and I would exchange glances, she would form an almost seductive grin on her face.

When I told her what part of MA I was from, she nodded her head in agreement. “I was born and raised in Fall River, but went to school in Worcester and I felt like I was in the minority.”

“ It can be like that, especially if you’re white and don’t try to act like a gangsta.”

“ My ex-boyfriend was that type,” she rolled her eyes in disgust, “after I graduated, I learned that he cheated on me, so I packed my shit and moved back here. My friend owns this place, heard about my situation, and gave me a job here until I figure out what the fuck to do now.” Her tone of voice told me that she’s been through some shitty circumstances in addition to the cheating boyfriend.

“ What’s your degree in?”

“ I got the ‘batch’ in Business. Next year, I’ll be going back for my MBA. I’m hoping to buy this place from my friend, once I finish up.” Talk about deceiving looks — she was hot AND determined.

I told her about my education and what brought me to Fall River. She told me that the owner was looking to have some flyers made up and possibly a commercial shot for the place, to which I offered my services — even offering to do it for free to add to my portfolio. “Do you have a card?”

“ I don’t yet, but like you, I’m also working towards a higher goal.”

She smiled back in approval.

Now that the bar was cleaned, she proceeded to start turning off TVs and cleaning up after the people that’d been playing all night.

I could feel my pulse accelerate as my gut was telling me to ask her out. I even felt my throat drying up and I think she could tell that I was feeling nervous. I looked at the wall clock above the bar. It was one-fifteen; the time was now: “This may be a stretch, but are you currently seeing anyone?”

She gave me a look of intrigue and began to giggle. “Nah, it’s easier to be single. I can do whatever, with whomever, and I don’t have to answer to nobody. How about you? You’re a cutie, smart, and you’re really nice. How come some lucky girl hasn’t scooped you up?”

Cutting into the conversation, she told me that she was going to be cleaning as we talked, so as not to seem rude. In return, I offered to help her, but she declined, citing that that she was almost done. She was down to ‘balancing the books’ and making sure all receipts were accounted for. As she was finishing up, she began commenting about how nasty people can be with leaving trash and other shit lying around. ”You’d think I was their mother.” She looked around, almost in disgust, then turned around to face me. ”I just have to empty the quarters and clean up behind the bar”.

She went into the back room to grab the keys and several small money sacks; one for each table. She headed for the first table, dropped to a knee, opened the change slot and just swept all the quarters into the sack. ”Why different sacks?”

As she looked up to answer the question, she noticed that I had been looking down her shirt. ”It’s an indication of which tables are getting play and which aren’t.” She chuckled again. “This isn’t even profit for the bar. This is all for the tables.” As she went from table to table, I took the opportunity to check out her ass. Not only was I getting hard over it, but those “automatic instincts” were about to force me to grab some. Thankfully, I can resist temptation — for now.

After going to all the tables, she headed to the back of the hall to tally up figures. ”So, remind me why you’re single?”

I propped myself in the doorway. “Been single for awhile, but only because there’s not much out there that I’d want to date. Chicks these days end up being bitches and fuckin’ drama queens. It’s bullshit that I don’t want to deal with it.” As I talked, I stole more glances down her shirt.

She finished the calculation she was working on. She looked up and agreed. “Mike, it’s fucking true! I have more guy friends than girlfriends because of it, and chicks these days are so fucked in the head, that I wonder how nice guys like you don’t have anger management issues.” I was glad a woman finally agreed with me. Breaking out a laptop, she started doing the entrepreneurial thing.

” For a bartender, you seem to have a lot of responsibilities.”

“ Like I said earlier, I want to fuckin’ own this bar. I know it looks ratty right now, but I’m trying to do a good thing for a friend.” Truth be told, I wanted to fuck her on one of the pool tables.

“ I’m pretty picky on who I date as it is. I’ve done some fooling around in my day, but nothing’s led to anything; it’s almost better that way.” This was becoming a fun conversation. I walked back out towards the table and my mind just sank, thinking about wanting to fuck her. I hadn’t tried to exchange glances, but something told me, she was eyeing me the whole time.

“ Hunny, if you want my opinion, stay single. It’s worth it in the long run. Besides, we’re young — we have the rest of our lives to do what the fuck we want.” This chick was speaking my language!

She must have finished what she was doing, since she locked up that room, and went into another. Out came all the equipment for a game. ”Grab a stick. I wanna see what you’re made of.”

I went to the stick rack and grabbed what looked like one of the better sticks. ”Any recommendation?”

“ Nah, just pick one. Besides, these tables have lost most of their traction and the banks aren’t as soft as they used to be.”

Grabbing one at random, I went back over to the table. When I spun around, I noticed that she’d taken off her top and bra. I didn’t necessarily freeze, but I was taken aback.

“ Hunny, it’s past three and you’re more than a patron. I’m playing topless.”

She had me considering going bottomless. ”If you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, play naked. It’s only us.”

Well played Lucy — you hot piece of ass!

“ What size are they?”

“ Well, I wear a C cup, but the tits themselves are D.” I definitely approved.

I stripped off my pants and briefs. I had been alternating between flaccid and hard, through the whole night. Man, did mutual nudity feel liberating!

“ Very nice. Much like I pictured it.” When I looked up, she had a very wide smile on her face and proceeded to rack up the balls.

As she pulled up the triangle, she tossed it on the table next to us. I stepped up to the cue ball, lined the shot up, and out of my peripheral, I noticed that she was seductively licking one of her nipples.

“ You know if I fuck this up, you might get hurt.” I started to laugh.

She pointed down to the racked balls. ”Just break the fucking rack.”

With one a quick shot, I broke the rack. Four balls in.

I went to the opposite side of the table as she took her shot. As she did, I was taken aback by how gorgeous her tits looked draped over the table. That pool table fantasy was coming back fierce!

“ So, Mike, now that I have you here in my pool hall at — now- four in the morning, what’re ya gonna do?” She took her shot but got nothing in. ”I’ve been staring at your cock for the last 15 minutes as I’m taking my shots. You’re harder than a fuckin’ rock!”

“ What? I’m enjoying the view. You’ve got a gorgeous pair of nipples and I enjoy ‘looking’.” I looked down at the table and how pathetic it looked even though I was winning.

“ How about this: If I win this game, you owe me a blow job that would make Dyson jealous.” She put her stick up against the table behind her. ”And what if I win?”

“ Your call.”

She stripped off her pants and moved aside her panties to reveal a very shapely pussy. ”I want it here. As hard as fuckin’ possible.”

We both nodded in agreement.

So play continued back and forth for the next 30 minutes. Every time she would line a shot up, I would grab my cock and teasingly pump it. Whenever I took a shot, she would either lick a nipple, or stick two fingers in and feign some pleasure.

An hour later (since we were teasing the fuck out of each other), we were down to the eight ball, for both of us. ”So Lucy, it’ll either be your pussy being pounded, or my cock being sucked.” I stared her down. “What’s it gonna be?”

The cue ball was positioned in a way that if you hit it dead-on, it was going for a corner pocket. There was no fucking way she could miss the shot. Lining up the shot, aiming carefully (shows you how much she wanted her pussy pounded), she took the shot.

We exchanged glances, both smirking.

“ Un-fuckin’-believable!”

Taking my pool stick, I carefully put it on the pool table and charged her. As I came around, she dropped hers and we started making out furiously! To think, I arrived in that bar around eleven-thirty, and it was pushing four. The sexual tension was just gushing out of us as the primal emotions took over. As I kept kissing, I grabbed and squeezed the shit out of both of her tits. She pushed herself off me.

”You’ve been staring at my body for the past four hours and that is your first move? What-the-fuck??”

“ Fine, get on your fucking knees and start sucking.” I didn’t yell it, but I was very stern. When she hesitated, I repeated the order, but with more fire in my eyes. She responded by grabbing my throat, “Nobody, but nobody,“ her voice kicked up an octave, “tells me what to suck, when to suck it, or how to suck it.” Wow, this bitch was kinky!

After releasing her grip and slightly pushing me away, I replied, “Fine, I guess my cock won’t be fucking the shit outta you.” I looked back at her acting like an asshole. ”Know, that I have absolutely,” as I grabbed my cock and started pumping, “no fucking,” continuing to stroke harder and harder, “problem jacking my own cock.” As I was making the motions, her eyes got very weak and she took two fingers to her pussy. She inched towards me. I put my available hand out, “Don’t even fucking think about it.” My voice rose an octave. As I put my hand out, I took two steps closer while continuing to stroke.

“ Yeah, go ahead finger that pussy, bitch!” As she tried to take a step closer, I nearly barked back, “NO!”

“ You will watch me stroke this cock until the very last moment.”

I stared into her eyes with a fire that one could only feel when they have control.

Her hand reached out to help. Slapping it down, I yelled “What the fuck did I say?“

With a sudden jerk of the hip, she grabbed me, pushed me up against the pool table and held me down. ”FUCK YOU! You want some of this? Huh!” She reacted by grabbing my cock and started vigorously stroking.

“ You think you can deny me, fucker?” She grabbed my body, threw it up on the empty pool table, and mounted it. Grabbing my cock, she literally shoved it into her pussy. ”You like that shit?”

I was trying to figure out what was turning me on more: The power exchange or the sex!

After about 5 minutes of riding my cock, I could feel it getting ready to explode it. ”Want it on your tits?”

She dismounted, pushed my body forward, and proceeded to suck me to orgasm. I was trying not to laugh too hard, but some of the cum was dripping onto the table. After she finished swallowing the whole load, she let off my cock. ”Nah, I wanted to swallow it.” she said with a wink.

After dismounting from the table, I couldn’t help but notice that she hadn’t gotten herself off. ”So, how can I help you out?”

“ Babe, I’ve already cum three times. That power exchange was so hot, it got me to cum.” We both looked at the table we had just stained. ”How are you going to clean that?”

She chuckled, “Same way I do any ‘stained table.’” She headed for the supply closet and broke out a mysterious bottle of green liquid.

”What’s that stuff?”

“ It’s Formula 409, combined with Windex and a special formula for felt.”

After cleaning up the mess, she put back her cleaning stuff. ”You seem to enjoy power plays.” I nodded back. “They’re pretty hot; one person can’t have all the fun.”

She went to the other back area, dug through her bag and pulled out a card. ”You were awesome. You’re the kind of guy I’d love to play with again.” I smiled and took the card.

“ Ahh, so you do power exchanges for a living?” That explained a few things.

“ I freelance as a dominatrix, making twice what I make here. I’m normally a ‘top’, but in this case, I wanted to see what you were capable of.”

“ Can I get a session some time?” I wanted to see her work in her dungeon.

“ I charge $1,000 per session, depending on what you like. I bartend three days a week as a favor to the owner, until I get my MBA done and can buy the place from him.”

I put the card in my pocket and started to head out. “By the way, if you’re ever in Fall River again, don’t be a stranger.”

“ I’ll definitely be back…” I said to myself, plastering a wide grin on my face as I head back to my car and into the daylight.