Last Call With Lucky, part one

Chapter 1

It was a deathly quiet Thursday night at the Last Chance Lounge, so Lucky Moretto was forced to find some way to entertain herself for the last several hours of her shift behind the bar. She had refilled all the cocktail snack bowls. Her garnish station was full and immaculate. She had even Windexed the screens on all of the bartop video poker machines. So she decided to engage in one of her favorite go-to passtimes when things were this quiet, a little guessing game called “What’s his story?”

The Last Chance Lounge was a dive bar just a couple of blocks off Las Vegas Boulevard; a dark hole-in-the-wall in a strip mall, wedged between a liquour store and a Chinese buffet. She surveyed the meager, post-happy hour crowd, and decided that the guy sitting by himself at one end of the horseshoe-shaped bar would be tonight’s subject for her entertainment. It wasn’t just because he was cute—but he definitely was. He was about 6’3”, with short brown hair, blue eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard. If she had to guess, she’d say he was about 45, with the body of a former athlete that probably hadn’t been hitting the gym as often as he used to.

They’d only exchanged a few words so far, but he seemed like a nice guy. He made “polite but not creepy” eye contact when ordering a scotch, and he actually took the time to glance at the racks behind her, instead of asking what they had. He’d also added a “please,” which was a simple little word overlooked by Lucky’s patrons far more often than she cared for. Yes, the bar for character at this place was really that low: demonstrate a modicum of manners, don’t be an asshole, and you’re already ahead of the game.

Lucky cast a quick glance at the college football game playing on the wall-mounted TV behind her guy. She didn’t give a shit about it—she couldn’t even tell you who was playing—but the angle was close enough that she could check him out a little closer without looking like she was doing so. He had on a powder blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It was clean—more easy points for him. The pants looked like pretty basic khakis, but the shoes were nice…Italian leather loafers, she thought. She bet that he had good socks, too, although she wasn’t about to crane her neck over the bar to try to check.

The man had slowly nursed his drink while frequently checking his phone. That’s didn’t tell her much, but it was about the way that he did it. It was a pained, reluctant interest on his part. The phone would vibrate, and he’d pick it up, read something, and then set the phone down immediately. This happened several times. Eventually, he began to set the phone face-down. Thankfully, there was no annoying song or ringtone accopanying each message. She watched him intently, trying to get an emotional read on him. Was it anger? Annoyance? Frustration? She’d bet it was a combination of all three. She decided to confirm her hunch. She sidled up in front of him.

“Work or a woman?” she asked.

“Excuse me?” he replied after a moment, unsure if she was even speaking to him. She nodded at this phone.

“You look like you’re about ready to throw that phone in my blender. And 99% of the time, if someone at my bar is that pissed off, it’s either because of work or a woman.”

“You’re pretty good,” he said before downing his drink. She took the glass before he even needed to ask for another. “Uh, it’s a woman. My wife.”

“Ahh,” Lucky said, a little disappointed.

“Well…ex-wife,” he explained. “About to be. It’s a long story.”

She spread her arms wide and made a mocking gesture at the acres of empty bar real estate surrounding them.

“If you want to talk about it, I think I can squeeze in some time,” she said. She ran a hand through her jet-black hair, tucked it behind her ear, and assumed a listening pose by leaning one elbow on the bartop. He laughed.

“Thank you,” he said. “I really appreciate that. But honestly, it’s the last thing I want to talk about anymore today.”

“That works for me,” she countered. “I’m Lucky.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said, flashing a brilliant, white smile. “I’m Tom. And I appreciate it. I do. I’m just so over it.”

“Understood,” she said. “We won’t speak another word of her. If you want me to drump that phone in an ice bucket, just say the word. Whatever you need. It’s a pleasure, Tom. I’m glad you came in tonight.”

“Me too,” he said, trying his hardest not to let his eyes wander. Fortunately, her brilliant, mahogany eyes were entrancing and he had no trouble focusing on them. He waited until she turned and headed down the bar to check out the rest of her—brunette hair cascading down her back, almost reaching her belt, and an incredibly fit body. She bent down to reach for something and he literally lost his breath for a moment at the sight of her spectacular ass. Her jeans could have been painted on. She gave an unexpected glance his way. He was busted. It was clear that he’d been staring…but she didn’t mind. She smiled and winked at him.

He couldn’t help thinking that maybe he was truly the lucky one.

Chapter 2

Things slowly began to pick up as the night wore on, with a combination of regulars and new faces making their way to the bar. It still wasn’t busy, and Lucky’s mind stayed focused on her interesting new customer. He wasn’t wearing a suit, so that ruled out several career possibilities. He had an amenable, down-to-earth vibe, but that could mean anything. She just couldn’t get a good read on him, and it began to frustrate her. Definitely not a lawyer or a doctor. He seemed too cool to be something truly boring like an accountant. The shirt and khakis combo ruled out most blue collar jobs. Finally, she needed to know.

“I work in food and beverage for one of the big resort hotels,” he answered after she asked him point-blank what he did. “But I used to tend bar like you, back in my youth.”

“Oh yeah?” she said, giving him an earnest smile. “Waaaay back then, huh?” She was confident in her mid-40s guess about his age, which made him a couple of decades older than her…which happened to be just the way she liked it. Through years of hard-earned experience, she had learned that men her age were generally too dumb and too inexperienced to be of much value, in bed or anywhere else in her life. Sure, every now and then she’d take some muscular college boy for a quick spin in the sack, but there was never anything to talk about after the deed was done. For that, she preferred a man with a brain and some real living under his belt.

“Yeah, I loved it,” he said. “It’s a great gig. But you can imagine how rough it gets for an old dinosaur like me, so I hung around until they promoted me out of there and stuck me behind a desk.”

“Doesn’t sound so bad,” she said, nodding at his nearly empty glass.

“It’s not,” he said, shaking his head at her non-verbal request about another drink as he eyed the time on his phone. “I’ve been there long enough that the offices have gotten bigger and nicer. But it’s funny…I must have driven by this place a thousand times but I’ve never come in before tonight.”

He reached for his wallet and set a debit card on the bar. She quickly grabbed it and rang up his tab, placing the check back in front of him.

“Fridays are better here,” she said as he signed the bill. “More people, better crowd. Some bar trivia for happy hour, and then karaoke if you think your eardrums could stand it.”

“How bad is it?” he asked as he slid his wallet into his back pocket.

“It depends on the night. But you have not lived until you’ve heard Wilbur bust out some Journey, I’m telling you.”

She nodded at a septugenarian client at the other end of the bar. She picked up his check as he rose from his barstool, and they locked eyes once again.

“You should come,” she said. “It will be fun.”

“Maybe I will,” he said, having a hard time containing the way her smile warmed him up inside. “Thank you. Have a good night, Lucky.”

She watched him all the way to the door, but she decided long before he reached it that she was pretty sure she was going to fuck him.

Chapter 3

She drove straight home after her shift ended at 2 AM, still thinking about Tom. He’d left a very healthy tip for the couple of drinks he had, but he had also left a major impression on her. She saw all sorts of people at her job—from rich tourists to locals coming in for cheap draft beers to help drink away their pain to absolute degenerates and lowlifes. But she didn’t encounter many guys that made her really feel anything…but this guy did. She wanted to know more about him. She definitely wanted to touch him, and those thoughts were front and center in her mind as she flopped down onto her bed.

“I bet he’s amazing in bed,” she thought, letting a hand slide gentyly over her black silk panties. She hadn’t had any action in a couple of months—her choice, after a painful breakup. But that was a long time, and she began to feel an ache all through her body for the first time since…her last time. She gently stroked herself over the silk, imaging instead that it was Tom’s hand touching her. She was soaked at the thought, and quickly slid the hand inside her underwear instead. She just teased herself with one finger, imagining how he might do it. If he was coming out of a marriage on the rocks, there was every chance that he might be just as ready for it as she was. Maybe even more. She realized that she had begun to stroke herself faster as she thought about it. She considered reaching for one of the vibrators in her nightstand, but she refrained. Yes, she needed to cum. She needed to be filled up. But after waiting this long, she didn’t want to do it herself. She stopped cold, emitting a frustrated sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt.

Tomorrow. She could wait one more day. Now she just had to hope that she wouldn’t scare him off once he found out what she wanted him to do to her.

Chapter 4

Lucky’s Friday night shift could not have been more different than her leisurely Thursday. She started at 4 PM and the place had a vibrant crowd by 6. Thankfully a couple of cocktail waitresses were working to help take the load off her, but she received some disspiriting news from Carlos, the bar’s manager and short order cook.

“Barback called in,” he said loudly, to be heard over the blender where Lucky was whipping up a pitcher of margaritas. “I’ll try to help out when I can.”

“Thanks,” she said. Lucky knew that a busy Friday night shortstaffed was liable to turn into a complete shitshow. She hadn’t planned on it being slow again, but she had dolled herself up in hopes of another encounter with her new favorite customer. She wore her black leather pants with no panties, along with a pair of short black boots and a skintight white tanktop cropped short enough to show off her belly button piercing. She even went a little heavy and smoky with the eye makeup. There was no denying it…she looked hot as hell.

Tom arrived shortly after 6 and grabbed a spot right near the place he sat the night before. Lucky’s attention flitted from one group to another and it took her a few minutes to even realize he had arrived. From down the bar, she pointed at the bottle of scotch he had ordered before, and he smiled and nodded. She poured him a generous helping over ice and strided over to set it in front of him.

“Hey,” he said with a grin. “You weren’t kidding, this place is jumping tonight.”

“Oh yeah,” she said. “And it’s only gonna get worse.” She was forced to turn and head to serve a group of loud, obnoxious, frat-bro type guys waving hundred dollar bills and yelling, “Yo, babe!” at her from down the bar.

Tom watched her go, fearing that he might look like a cartoon character with his eyeballs literally bulging out of his skull at the sight of those leather pants. My god, she was sexy. He watched her bend over to grab several bottles of beer from a low fridge, and she popped them open rapid-fire with her bottle opener. She was good…better at it than he’d ever been. He had wondered why someone as smart and as charming as her would be working in a place like this, but it was easy to see that with the way she hustled and worked the room, she’d make a killing in tips here. He took a big glug of his scotch and thoroughly enjoyed watching her work.

Chapter 5

The hours ran together, just like Lucky ran from one order to the next all night. She had managed to juggle things well until a bachelorette party arrived, with a dozen girls ordering nearly as many different mixed drinks. Lucky checked the order ticket, set up the requisite glasses, and then looked down to see her well completely devoid of ice.

“Shit,” she exclaimed loudly.

“What’s up?” asked Tom, who had barely had a chance to speak to her aside from getting a second drink. Lucky waved a metal scoop at the metal void in front of her.

“The fucking barback called in sick,” she said. “On a Friday night like this, of course.”

“Anything I can do?” he asked. Her response was a snort of stifled laughter.

“Sure, you want to get me some ice? That would be super.” She didn’t mean to take it out on him. He hadn’t done anything but sit there patiently, waiting to talk to her. She immediately felt like a bitch for mocking him. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t be,” he said, reaching a long arm across the bar.

“What are you doing?” she asked. He grabbed an empty bus tub and nimbly flipped it up and across the bar.

“You’re in the weeds, so I’m helping you out,” he said. Her mouth opened but she couldn’t form any words as she watched him march off straight toward the kitchen with the tub under his arm. She looked down at the intricate drink order again, then back at the swinging staff door to the kitchen as Tom walked right through it. Just a moment later, he emerged with the tub filled to the brim with ice, and another one just as full stacked deftly on top of it. She slipped out from behind the bar and met him as he walked toward her.

“I was joking,” she said.

“I know,” he said with a smile. She stretched on tippy toes to try to reach the top tub. “Relax, I’ve got it,” he said. “Just show me the way.”

She led him behind the bar where he quickly emptied both tubs of ice. “Look at that, you’re back in business,” he said, giving his hands a quick rub to wipe them off. She immediately wished those big, strong hands were rubbing her instead.

“You’re unreal,” she said as he returned to his stool.

“It was nothing,” he said.

She iced down a dozen cocktail glasses in front of her but still gave him a long, lingering, genuine look.

“No, seriously,” she said. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he said. He finished his drink and winked at her. “And I’ll take another whenever you get a chance. No rush. On the rocks…if you have enough ice.”

She actually giggled at that. My god, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on this man. She completed the big order and carefully stacked the drinks on a wide tray for Tina, the pretty, young server waiting to deliver the order. Lucky then quickly surveyed her surroundings and saw that, for the moment, things were surprisingly under control. She decided to take advantage of it.

“I’m taking a quick five,” she called out to Tina, who was headed to her party table. Lucky then slipped out from behind the bar and immediately approached Tom, taking his hand in hers.

“Come with me,” she said.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Just come on.” She led him through the bar, back into the kitchen, and past the ice machine he had so kindly visited for her. She walked quickly through the kitchen and past Carlos, who was the only other employee in the area. He was oblivious, with his back turned as he plunged an order of hot wings into a deep fryer. Still holding Tom’s hand, she led him down a narrow hallway, past some stacked cases of alcohol, and into a dark, little alcove that served as a storage room.

“That was incredibly sweet,” she told him, her magnificent, dark eyes glittering under the room’s bare lightbulb. “I just wanted to thank you. Properly.”

“Really, it was—”

She cut him off in mid sentence by placing a finger on his lips. “Shhhh,” she whispered, and then dropped to her knees in front of him.

“Oh. Oh wow,” he muttered quietly.

“God, you are fucking adorable,” she replied, grinning up at him as she unzipped his jeans. Once they were unzipped and unbuttoned, she gave them a quick yank downwards, revealing a massive bulge within his boxer briefs. She pulled those down a little more carefully.

“Lucky, really,” he said, a little short of breath. “You don’t have to do anything.”

“I know,” she said, taking his long, thick cock in her hand. He was now rock hard, and she gave the tip a quick kiss before sliding her mouth onto him.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned as her tongue ran across the underside. She took it deeper into her mouth, devouring all of it, all while gazing up at him. Then she slowly withdrew it.

“We’re still pretty slammed out there, so I’m afraid it has to be quick,” she said.

“Understood,” he replied quietly, placing a hand on her cheek and then running it through her hair as she eased him back into her mouth. He watched her intently take his entire length into her mouth, and he moaned when she sucked him even harder.

“My god,” he growled as she picked up her pace. “That feels incredible.” Still staring into his eyes, she nodded as she caressed his balls with one hand. She then stroked his shaft hard with the other while sucking the head of his cock, swirling circles around it with her tongue. He throbbed inside her mouth, dripping with anticipation. She gathered a little of his pre-cum on the tip of her tongue, just enough to show him, and she licked him clean with a grin.

“I could cum, like…right now,” he said. “But I don’t want to. Not like this.”

“No?” she asked, a mischevious smile crossing her lips.

“No,” he stated, offering her a hand. “Stand up.”

“Yes sir,” she said. It slipped out. She meant it playfully, but calling him that still sent shivers down her spine.

“Good girl,” he murmured as she got to her feet. He placed his hands on her waist and turned her around, facing a wall. It’s as if he knew what those simple, magic little words would do to her. She placed both hands flat on the wall and looked back over her shoulder at him.

“I’m all yours,” she said. His hands gripped her leather pants, working them down below her slim, sexy hips. She was sweating, but her pussy was also soaked from their interaction so far. Once he got the pants low enough, she felt his big hands gripping her toned ass. He slid one hand down, reaching a long finger forward to touch her. His touch was measured and gentle, until he discovered just how ready she was. Then he slipped the finger inside her. It was her turn to moan. He leaned his body into hers and she felt his aching cock against her ass as his finger slid partway out, then back in. It felt heavenly. But she needed that cock.

“Lucky! Come onnnnn!”

A distant yet loud whine from Tina rudely interrupted the moment. Lucky looked back over her shoulder at him again, then arched her back, sending her hips back into him. The tip of his cock was pressed against her, tantalizingly close to where she really wanted it.

“Tease,” he growled, then spanked her bare ass hard. She dropped her jaw in faux-shock at this wonderful, welcomed move on his part.

“Hey, you could have already finished,” she said, working her pants back up. “This is all on you.”

“I can’t argue with that,” he said, as he watched her shimmy into her incredibly tight pants. “Totally my fault.”

She wheeled around and stood up as tall as she could, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull his face to hers. She gave him a hard, firm, deep kiss. “I’m off earlier tomorrow,” she purred, breaking the kiss for just a moment. “Eleven.”

“I’ll be here,” he said. She looked into his eyes for a moment until she heard her name again.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You deserve better.”

“I’ll get it,” he replied. “Tomorrow.”

To be continued...