Bar Tricks (6 page)

“If you’re a good girl tonight, I’ll give you a treat after everyone leaves.”

Laughing, she turns to me. Pulling the sides of my ripped shirt together, she looks in my eyes, and it makes my dick hard again.

“Sorry about your shirt, and I promise. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

She walks away, leaving me standing there alone, watching her perfect ass bounce with each step. I head back behind the bar grabbing one of the shirts we sell to customers and throwing it on. Man, this may turn out to be worth closing for the night after all. As long as Franco doesn’t murder me when he finds out.  Smiling to myself, I turn to make some more drinks for Buffy or Tiffy, whoever she is and settle down to watch Gia for the rest of the night.