The Drink is on Me

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Padraig O'Malley
27/m... 6'1"... 170 lbs.....light brown hair....blue eyes

Padraig started working as a bartender when he was in college. It was a way to earn a few bucks so that he had some spending cash. Pretty soon he was picking up additional shifts and was making great money. He started missing classes and eventually dropped out of school. He took up bartending full time. The money was good.

One of the perks of bartending was all of the eye candy that frequented the bar. There was never a shortage of women in the bar, and if he wasn't flirting with them, they were flirting with him. Tonight was pretty slow. He occupied himself with wiping down bottles and preparing an inventory report. He saw her enter and look around. She walked to the bar and sat down. He had seen women like this before. She just needed a drink after work. He walked over and said hello to her and skied her what he could get for her.
 
Natalie Green
40/f... 5'... 120 lbs... long black hair... brown eyes...

Natalie had finally decided to check out the bar that all of her single co-workers had been talking about. It had been a long week, and it was only Wednesday. She had called home and told her husband, Mike, that she would be delayed in coming home. He hadn't even bothered to ask her why, and she could tell he was in the middle of yet another round of Call of Duty and probably wouldn't have registered what she said anyway.

Looking around, she decided to take a seat at the bar. Perching carefully on one of the bar stools, grateful that there was a rung on the bar to which she could place a foot, she smiled at the bartender.

"I'd say surprise me, but I need to be able to drive home," she said, her low voice at odds with her small frame. "How about a glass of a White Zinfandel?"

The corners of her eyes crinkled a bit as she discreetly checked out his backside in the mirror behind the bar, wondering if this could be the "hunky" bartender that Lydia and Simone kept mooning over in the cafeteria.

'He certainly fills out his jeans nicely,' she thought to herself, as she fought to keep the small smile off her lips.
 
"Zinfandel it is. Coming right up." He smiled at her while giving her the once over. He grabbed a wine glass and placed it on the bar. then he grabbed the wine bottle and poured the wine right in front of her. After putting the bottle back he placed the glass in front of her.

"I have never seen you in here before. I always buy the pretty ladies their first drink, so, this drink is on me." He smiled at her again. "My name is Padraig, and if there is anything i can do for you or get for you, just let me know." He winked at her and walked away.... moving down to the service bar where a waitress was waiting with a drink order. The waitress asked if he had bought that woman's drink. When he said that he did the waitress laughed at him and mentioned something about a cougar. He took her order and went to make the drinks.
 
Natalie smiled in appreciation at the bartender's words. As she sipped the wine, her dark eyes following him, eyeing him with appreciation. She figured she was about ten years his senior, but she'd much rather enjoy his kind words than to be called 'Ma'am.'

'Okay, young'n, keep that line of chatter up, and you'll get that tip you're probably angling for,' Natasha thought to herself, even as she contemplated that luscious backside once more.
 
After fixing the drinks for the waitress, and delivering them to the service bar Padraig walked back down to the other end of the bar. He walked up to the woman with the Zinfandel. " is the wine okay?"

E smiled at her and looked her right in the eye. Yes, she was older than him, but she was very attractive and there was something about her that made him want to pay close attention to her. " so, what brings you to our lovely establishment tonight? Are you meeting someone here?"
 
"Yes, it's lovely. Thank you," Natasha smiled, her dimples showing.

She took another sip of the wine before placing the glass on the bar, reminding herself that she needed to pace herself. She had skipped lunch that day, so drinking too fast on an empty stomach would probably not be too smart.

"Several of my co-workers have mentioned your establishment," she explained, "They speak highly of the service." Her dimples deepened as she hazarded a guess as to which service the ladies had been referencing.

Her left thumb subconsciously played with her wedding band, as Natasha offered Paidrag a slightly crooked smile and said, "Unfortunately, I'm not meeting anyone this evening. I've just had a rough couple of days. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say... I decided a drink or two was in order."
 
"We certainly do pride ourselves in our service. I think it is very important to provide great service to my customers. Personal service keeps them coming.......... back". He smiled an evil smile.

Padraig watched her play with her wedding band. " a tough couple of days, huh. Well, I am glad that you decided to stop in today. You certainly have brightened the place up. My name is Padraig. What is yours?"
 
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Her left eyebrow raising slightly at his words, Natasha's lips twitched and barely refrained from asking how often people came.... back.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Padraig," Natasha said, "My name is Natasha."
 
He reached out and touched her hand. "Trust me Natasha, the pleasure is all mine." He reached down for the wine bottle and filled her glass, and then went to check on his other customers...making sure to keep looking in her direction. He spoke with a couple of customers and made drinks for a couple of the waitresses.

When he was finished making the waitresses' drinks he talked with a couple customers again before moving back to Natasha. "Natasha, would you like something to eat. I a sure you could find something to your liking...... On the menu."
 
Absently sipping the wine, Natasha watched Padraig putter around the bar, impressed with the way he ensured that all of his customers were happy. Lifting the glass to take another sip, Natasha is surprised to find that she's drained the glass already. She's not sure if it's the wine on an empty stomach or what, but when he makes the offer about finding something to her liking, she replied, "I'd like to know what's available in the way of some nice sausage...".
 
He chuckled a little at the comment about wanting some nice sausage. "We'll, Natasha, I have to tell you that the best sausage that we have is not available until after we close for the night. It is a nice, thick and meaty sausage. If you were interested in something sooner, I can see if there are any small links that might hold you over until you are ready for the main course."

He didn't wait for her response. He moved back down the bar..waiting on other customers and making drinks for the waitresses. He avoided looking down the bar at Natasha. He wiped down the bar and slowly made his way toward her.
 
With his “Well, Natasha, I have to tell you that the best sausage that we have is not available until after we close for the night. It is a nice, thick and meaty sausage. If you were interested in something sooner, I can see if there are any small links that might hold you over until you are ready for the main course." echoing in her mind, Natasha gratefully sipped her newly filled glass. She was surprised at how tempted she was to find out just how real Padraig’s offer was. ‘He’s just flirting… bantering… to keep the customers happy and drinking,” she told herself, ‘Stop reading into what he’s saying.’

Checking her phone for the time, Natasha spied a text message from Mike.

Scott & Chris stopped by for pizza and Halo 4. Said I'm in since you’ll be out late. Don’t feel like you have to rush home because of me…

“It’s like he’s giving me the go-ahead,” she muttered to herself as she watched the sinfully tempting young man make his way slowly towards her.
 
He continued to wipe the bar until he was right in front of her. He stopped and looked at her but said nothing. He simply looked into her eyes. Then he continued past her..... wiping the bar as he went.

He had started out just flirting with her, but now he was starting to think more about it. She was very attractive, and the fact that she was playing with her wedding band sent a message..... A message that said she might not be in a real happy place.

Padraig walked back over to her, and filled her wine glass. He wondered if she would really be interested in moving beyond the flirting. Maybe he was reading too much into her playing with the wedding band. "I provide a special service to my special customers. If you have too much to drink and can't drive all you have to do is ask, and I will be more than happy to take drive you home."
 
'He's got such beautiful eyes,' Natasha thought to herself, knowing she had always been a sucker for blue eyes. Between the glasses of wine and considering stare, she felt all warm and tingly. Deciding that her suit jacket was making her overly warm, Natasha shrugged the grey silken jacket from her shoulders and neatly folded it, laying it across the seat back next to her.

A little embarrassed by the giggle that escapes at the thought of her husband's and his friends' faces when they saw her getting dropped off by such a handsome stud, Natasha smiled and said, "Well sugar, keep my glass topped off like this and I'll likely be checking out this special service of yours."
 
He watched Natasha remove her suit jacket and place it on the seat next to her. He smiled an evil sort of grin. Already have you taking your clothes off, he thought. He felt a twinge in his jeans. Maybe there was something going on here.

Well, beautiful lady. I think it is a little early for you to be removing your clothes. I think you should wait until you have taken advantage of my special service to be doing that. It would be a lot more private and considerably more intimate."

He winked at her and went about his business. He had a feeling that it was going to be a tough couple of hours to get through this shift. Of course, there might be a prize awaiting him at the end.
 
Natasha giggled like a school girl at his words... Like she was undressing just because of his words. At the same time, she has to admit... She was intrigued with the idea of seeing just how... satisfying... his service could be. It had been way to long since her husband had agreed to pay attention to anything but his flipping Xbox. It was both sad and frustrating that she couldn't remember the last time they had kissed, let alone had sex. She was being to think that she wasn't attractive enough, so it was a small thrill to have such a handsome man flirting with her.

Natasha spun her wedding ring around and around on her finger as she wondered whether or not she dared take advantage of the potential opportunity facing her.
 
"I have watched you playing with your wedding ring Natasha. Something tells me that your marriage isn't going the way that you would like it. Tell me ..... Is hubby not giving you what you need? I am pretty sure that I could give you what you want and, more importantly, what you need."

His smile at her was a wicked one. He topped off her glass of wine. Meh had to make sure that he broke through any inhibitions that she had. There was no doubt in his mind that they would have a great time together......he would give her what she needed.
 
Natasha gave Padraig a self conscious smile as she stopped toying with her ring. "Oh dear boy, I'm sure you've heard tales of woe similar to mine before," she said in a low voice, "I married my college sweetheart thinking I was so smart to wait, but between work and the kids... we're in a rut that I'm not sure we're going to get out." She sipped more wine, knowing that she had lost count of exactly how much she had to drink, but not really caring. "It's to the point where I can't remember the last time we had sex... Hell, I can't remember the last time we even kissed."

Natasha eyed Pardraig, staring at his lips and wondered what they'd feel like. Would he be hesitant? Tender? Aggressive? Hell, would it matter as long as she was getting kissed?!?!
 
He listened to Natasha as she told him her story. He had a feeling that the passion that would be unleashed with her would be incredible. The more he heard from her, the more he wanted her.

"I am sorry to hear that Natasha. I hear from so many women about how their husbands lose interest. I look at you and I wonder how any many could lose interest. The man that would lose interest in someone as beautiful and sexy as you must be crazy. If you were my wife, I would spend as much time as possible finding ways to pleasure you."

He waited to see her reaction, and then moved down to help a couple of other customers. When he came back to her he said, "do you need me to call you a cab, or to call someone to come pick you up?"
 
Deciding to throw caution to the wind... Hell, she wasn't getting any younger.... Natasha tossed back the rest of the wine glass' contents and said softly, "I'd like to take you up on that offer of a ride home." She nibbled on her bottom lip as she waited for his response.
 
He smiled a big smile at Natasha. "I would be happy to give you a ride home beautiful. It would truly be my pleasure to escort you home. I will bring you back to get your car in the morning."

He smiled at her, winked and then went about serving the other customers. He stayed away from Natasha for a little while.....letting it sink in.....giving her time to understand exactly what he meant..... allowing her to think about what was in store for her tonight.
 
Natasha's thoughts were all jumbled, 'Holy cow, did he say get my car in the morning?! What would I tell Mike? I can't stay out all night. All night, my gahd, I bet he could keep going all night. Shit, I have to think of something... Who knows when I'll get another opportunity...'. She was afraid that her whole body would be displaying the sudden wave of lust coursing through her body. Just the thought of what she and Padraig could do... She feared she might start drooling.
 
Padraig walked back toward Natasha. When he got close to her he reached out and touched her hand. He allowed his fingers to move over her wedding band. "You might want to call hubby and tell him you are staying with a friend. You don't want him to think you are cheating on him"

He then opened a bottle of water and sat it in front of her. "You are going to want to hydrate that hot body." He allowed his eyes to wander over her body...not making any attempt to hide what he was doing.
 
Natasha shivered with excitement at his touch and then frowned slightly at his words. Of course Padraig was right. She should call Mike, but she wasn't sure what to say. All of her friends were the soccer mom type, and he knew she didn't hang out with the single girls at the office. She couldn't lie worth a damn, and he'd likely see through whatever story she'd concocted. She took a long sip from the water bottle, the icy cold sensation a welcome relief.

Natasha pressed Home from her Contacts list once and then disconnected before the call went through. She tried a second time, and then a third. Sighing deeply, she cradled the phone in her hands and laughed softly at herself. She wanted this so badly, but she just wasn't sure what to say.
 
Padraig watched Natasha from down the bar. He could see she was having trouble making the call to her husband. He decided to give her an out..... or to Make it hard for her to go home.

He walked over to her and leaned. On the bar. "I can née you are afraid to make that call Beautiful. I understand. You don't want to be a cheater. I understand that. It has, however, led to you being denied what you should have. You should have someone who takes good care of you. You should have someone who pleasures you. You should have someone who is only concerned about making you cum so hard that you scream loudly enough to wake up he neighbors. I can see why you are struggling to make that call. I won't pressure you Natasha. I get off in 20 minutes. Let me know if you want me to call you a cab."

He touched her hand gain...winked and walked to the other end of the bar, where he announced last call.
 
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