Livi is a bit different from the other bartenders I have hired. When she showed up an hour early with a damn duffel bag, note pad, and pen, I should have told her to turn around. She said she was a quick learner, but there was nothing quick about trying to teach someone how to pour a draft without head or pausing when she held the pen up while writing down the answer to a simple question.
The fucking cash register was laughable. I mean, ours is ancient, but it isn’t that difficult. Tap beer is two bucks, bottles of Miller Lite three bucks, and shots, every one of them that actually sells, two bucks.
We have peanuts and popcorn that go on the bar, free of charge, on nights we don’t serve food. I show her how to use the popcorn machine, and she writes down step-by-step instructions for that, too.
When she took off those layers to expose her black knee high boots and black half shirt, I was in complete shock. When she looked up at me from playing nervously with that shirt, trying to pull it down, I noticed she had on make-up, and I’m not gonna lie, I got a little hard.
There is an innocence to her that screams at me to protect her. There is more hidden behind those eyes, and I can’t help but be intrigued. She licks her lips and all I want is for her to lick my dick.
A few hours later, I see Jared out of the corner of my eye. “Hey stranger,” I say as I hand him his first of four drafts. Jared is no stranger. He comes in five nights a week after working second shift, orders the same damn thing, and then leaves buzzed. “What’s the difference between your job and a dead hooker?”
He takes a drink and shrugs.
“Your job still sucks.” I smirk.
“Oh, yeah? How do you get a nun knocked up?”
“No idea.” I chuckle as I pour the one and only shot he’ll order.
“Dress her up like an altar boy.”
My joke was better, but I laugh. “You got me there, man.”
“Who’s the new skirt?” He nods to Livi.
“This is Olivia. She’s testing the waters here.”
“Don’t drink the water, Olivia. The beer is better,” he yells to her.
As I look back, she blushes. “Yes, sir.”
“Did she just call me sir?” Jared’s laugh booms through the bar. “Damn, Caldwell, she’s a keeper.”
I laugh a bit at him and turn back to Olivia who is cleaning up.
“You can head out. I got the rest.”
She smiles. “I hope I did all right.”
“You did just fine.”
“I noticed you seem to really know these people who come in.”
“Yeah.” I grab the bar mop and drag it across the bar, again. “This place is like a second home to them, just like it is to me, so a lot of them are like family.”
“I see.” She nods as a small smile plays on those naturally pouty lips. “All right, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I sit for a minute, wondering why the hell I didn’t say no. I mean, she can’t tend a bar to save her life. She screwed up ninety percent of the orders, over-poured shots, took goddamn notes with every correction I gave her, and doused Jared, a regular, when she tripped over the bar mat with his draft. Deciding not to overthink it, I shake it off and continue cleaning up.
After the last customer leaves, I shove the cash drawer in the safe and lock it up. It has been a long, strange day. I’m letting some crazy ass broad, who doesn’t know shit about bartending, continue to work for me even though I’m damn sure she cost me more than she made me. I do kind of like watching her rub her ass, though. I can’t stop thinking about it, even if I try.
After locking the back door, I toss the trash and take a deep, cold breath before I get in my Chevy and fire up the engine. Damn, she sounds good.
I sit and blow into my hands, waiting to give her a minute to warm up, a little foreplay. Don’t wanna shock her. I pull my gloves out of my coat pocket and put them on while I wait.
Pulling out of the alley and onto the street, I take a left to head home. Two blocks down the road, I see something you don’t normally see at three in the morning in these parts: a woman walking down the street alone.
I slow as I pass by, thinking it may be someone I know. Low and behold, it fucking is. When Livi rubs her ass, I know for sure it’s her. Before I even allow myself to question why she’s walking, why I’m stopping, or why I even care, I crank the car, doing a U-ey and then pull up beside her.
As I roll the window down, she picks up her pace, walking quicker.
“Olivia, you need a ride?”
She lets out a breath, visibly relaxing as she turns toward me. “I’m fine, thank you.”
“Livi, get your ass in this car before you get mugged or something.”
“It’s not far and—”
“Now,” I yell, making her jump. I didn’t mean to scare her, but fuck if I will let one of mine walk home at night.
She quickly makes her way around the car and jumps in. Her teeth are chattering as she holds her hands up to the heater vent.
“Not warmed up yet.” I pull off my gloves and hand them to her.
“Thank you,” she replies as she takes them and shoves her hands inside. “Oh, God, that feels good.”
Fuck. Quirky, little Livi has things stirring inside me with the moan and the “Oh, God.” My dick twitches at the moan as I imagine her moaning with her mouth wrapped around me, sucking me off. She makes me fucking crazy.
“Address?”