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A simple night out with the girls with a drinking game to pass the time becomes so much more when Liria orders the wrong thing. It’s a good thing her bartender is a talented and versatile man able to handle any order.
Reversion Date: 22 March 2016
She asked as loudly as she dared, “Can you fuck me hard?”
“Wait. Shit! That’s not what I meant. The drink. Make me a drink. It’s called Fuck Me Hard.”
“I can do that too.” He slid a single finger down her chin and over her collar to the neckline of her wrap-around dress. “But I’m thinking you need the former more than the latter. Am I right?”
She nodded, not even sure why she was answering honestly and even less sure why she wasn’t smacking his hand away. It might have been a Freudian slip, but she was thinking she might have been sincere in her request. The lower the bartender’s finger went the more sure she felt about going through with it.
His finger was nestled between her breasts when he called over his shoulder, “I’m taking my fifteen.”
One of the other bartenders called back, “Got ya, Matt. Go for it.”
He moved his finger back up to her chin and then turned her head so she was looking at the end of the bar. “Around the corner, past the restrooms, is the break room. Meet me there.”
She nodded again, still at a loss for words. She watched him walk away before she snapped out of her stupor so she could think about what had happened. No way. No way in hell had she propositioned a man and then had him accept. Things like this happened to Fran, not her.
Liria looked back at her table. They would never believe she’d ordered sex instead of her drink. She barely believed it. She also didn’t believe she was headed back to the break room to follow through with it. She was out of her mind or horny as hell. Whichever it was, she was doing something sober she probably would have never accomplished drunk.