There wasn't much special about the basent as I entered. It was rely filled with smoke and the scent of alcohol.
At first, it felt overwhelming, but it was much better after walking to the quiet bar with several people seated and impatient people calling out orders.
I say quietly because when I worked at a bar in my first year of college, there would be almost a dozen people shouting and screaming their orders and holding out their cards like monkeys in a zoo.
Since I didn't feel like making much of a scene, I sat at the corner of the bar, waiting my turn.
Since hitting 18 and becoming legally able to drink, I rarely did—the images of my drunk father would flash in my mind back then...
Not so much now, and honestly, I feel that, slowly, I've been able to overco my ti living with Dad. He was a horrible man, but that doesn't stop him from being my father...
No matter how twisted our relationship is, there will always be a strange affection—he's my only father.
I still hate the cunt, though.
"Evenin' handso, what can I getcha'? Asked the sexy bartender with her tight shirt and black overcoat, giving a wink with her long fake lashes flickering along.
"Hmmm, anything that's sweet with a kick." Sohow, I did feel a bit caught off guard—a guy was sitting beside ...
Although he wasn't overly ugly, he was above average, but this brunette just ignored him and ca to ...
Sohow, feeling the opposite end of the deal didn't make feel any better, so trying to be the good guy, I leaned close to him—his glasses were cool, and he seed to be able to watch TV or videos on the lenses.
"Yo, what do you want to drink, bro?" I asked him with the best smile I could muster.
To my surprise, the guy just smiled at , mouthing the word thanks as the bartender watched our interaction, maybe thinking we were together.
But before she hurriedly asked the cool glasses guy what he wanted, another bartender with neck-length blonde hair, azure blue eyes and red lips moved towards us—she tapped the brunette on the shoulder and whispered sothing.
When the blonde bombshell spun around, her large breasts almost popped out from her slightly open shirt and loose black overcoat.
"Sorry about that~ she's a little addicted to handso faces." The husky voice sounded like a foreigner from the Western country of justice... It was rather sexy if I am honest.
Because my mother is European and blonde, I've always been fascinated by the different accents of people from other countries and continents.
A slight rustic and husky voice suited her pretty girl next door face well.
"Since she served my friend first, I won't bla her too much—get us both. Bullion on the rocks, my handso brother is paying for the first round."
He then leaned into the girl and whispered sothing...
Of course, with my improved hearing, I heard what he said.
Honestly, I didn't mind because it was my first ti interacting with soone who wasn't chasing for money or debt for once.
He just told her that if she wanted my number, he would put in a good word for her. What a weird guy...
"So then..."
I couldn't rember how much ti had passed, we drank several bourbons from the Bullion brand, the man was called Kevin and he studied at the sa university as my sister...
"Hey, Kev, are we getting another?"
"Mmm, W-well? Ahhaa... I have a deadline on Monday... but I feel so good drinking, haha!"
What a shock! Because of this, I wanted to make the best impression possible on the off chance he knew her, and this friendship lasted longer than a night at the bar...
The alcohol made a little dizzy, but not as bad as Kevin, who was very confident and made realise...
Why did I beco self-conscious and dislike Kevin because I wasn't handso or poor?
"Rai...Rai.... you know... R-aio....aio...ayyyy! You are so handso, bro..."
"In fact... I am sooooo... fucking jealous...!"
"Hmmm? You are pretty cool, Kev—look, you speak so easily to that brunette bartender."
"Didn't you get her number?"
I could see that Kevin was smashed or close to it. But I was getting tipsy and feeling the effect of the bourbon...
The ambience of this place was great... many people were dancing or chatting, and surprisingly, there were no problems with fights or arguing.
Oh?
Thud!
There goes Kevin...
I watched his face slam into the bar before the brunette, who had made a mistake earlier, ensured he was okay and threw a wink before she took out her phone and helped Kevin leave his seat.
"Hmmm?"
Suddenly, soone tapped my shoulder before slipping into the seat beside —the alcohol was setting in, and my body didn't imdiately chase them. My legs felt a bit heavy, and my eyes blurred montarily.
"Oh, it's that sexy bartender." I blurted out my thoughts, seeing her now wearing a tight t-shirt with a band na, a small leather jacket, and blue denim jeans.
"I'm sexy? Haha, well, thank ye' a handso fella like you has good taste."
Before I realised there was another drink in front of ; the taste was sweet but with a kick; the taste was like cinnamon mixed with caral, and the burn was rather bad.
It wasn't the sa bourbon as before... But I liked it because it made feel alive.
"Oh? Look at those beautiful eyes. Did ya' like my special mix? " The blonde woman looked at , drinking the sa drink, her lipgloss leaving a mark on the glass as I watched her face for a few monts.
I couldn't help but feel that if this were the previous , I might have shifted or shied away from her...
Her body slt like cigarettes, sweet perfu and the bourbon on her breath as she leaned close to so her voice would reach my ears.
"You seem to be quite new to bars~ especially this one, fufu—how you tried to act cool with your little friend was amusing."
She sipped quite a bit of the bourbon—my eyes fixated on her neck as she swallowed—there was sothing seductive about her... was it the alcohol or the tattoo peeking from her blouse on her right breast?
I honestly didn't know... but I wanted to.
"I'm Elizabeth. You can call Lizzie or Liz, foo, you even sll great, handso."
The slight touch of her lips against the tip of my ears was extrely exciting and caused to feel like my heart would explode.
Sohow, the bar seats seed closer than usual—her shoulder pushed against mine while I felt the soft sensation of her firm breasts squishing against my elbow as her bourbon-soaked breath blew down my cheek.
Yet It felt really good... To have a woman approach and not be related to money or buying her services, haha.
"Call Rai, a short na, but hey~ I can't help my lazy dad when he nad ."
Why should I hold back? This woman seed to be my sister's age, but what did that matter when she started to feel inside my shirt?
"Hey~" Her lips were close enough to kiss as she spoke with a deep, husky tone while her azure eyes beckoned to give her my complete attention like a siren.
"How about we find sowhere quiet to chat together~?"
I felt the warmth of her palm sliding along my inner thigh as her fingers explored my crotch, her eyes lighting up when she felt Rai jr giving a fearso smile...
More deadly than those Ratn, this woman was a man-eater for sure.
But still...
I followed her, devouring her before she could see my true bottom, trying so desperately to hide.
It's just sex.
"Let's go—you choose where I'll pay." So, I made the offer.
A red smile, glossy and alluring... The bumpy suspension of the cheap Ober ride at 3 a.m.
Her husky voice whispered that by now, that brunette was probably riding Kev's cock in a seedy hotel room, quite like what we would do.
But we would have a more expensive room.
That's the only mory I have before arriving at our destination.
Holding my hand with a slightly damp feeling, she pulled into a place with an Eastern na that translated into sothing quite cringe.
It was nad—"The Lover's Embrace."
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