The tempered squawking of the baseball announcers was the only sound of life in the bar. \u00a0Grunting as he leaned across the counter to reach the far corner, the bartender glowered at the small figure hunched over the last stool. \u00a0"Hey. \u00a0Kid. \u00a0We’re closing. \u00a0Move along.“<\/p>\n
The figure uncoiled, lengthening into a slender woman with a pixie cut. \u00a0She smacked a piece of white gum under her canines. \u00a0"Your sign’s still on,” she said with a jerk of her thumb over her bare shoulder. \u00a0The movement made her visible breasts quiver.<\/p>\n
The bartender stopped mid-wipe and sighed. \u00a0"Right. \u00a0Okay. \u00a0Look, I’m turning off the sign.“ \u00a0He crossed the distance behind the bar and flipped the switch. \u00a0Neon tubes hissed and died. \u00a0Hands to hips, the bar cloth dangling from his fingers, the bartender faced his last customer. \u00a0"We’re closed.”<\/p>\n
“Excellent.” \u00a0The young woman swung off the stool, and with a thrill in his groin, the bartender realized she was not wearing pants. \u00a0Her heels ticked away the seconds as she moved to the door, bolted it, and slunk back towards him.<\/p>\n
He suddenly found that his hands were awkward, no matter where he intended to rest them. \u00a0"Ma’am, I’ll h-h-h-have to ask you…“<\/p>\n
"I’d prefer you give commands.” \u00a0She dropped to her knees on the rubber mat, her tongue lolling. \u00a0Like graceful divers, her hands disappeared into his pants and slid them off. \u00a0"So? \u00a0What’ll it be?“<\/p>\n
"In your mouth,” he gasped, his hand moving without bidding to the back of her head. \u00a0Her hair was coarse, dyed too many times; he grasped a handful and pressed her nose into his crotch. \u00a0She accepted his length down her throat with a grateful gulp.<\/p>\n
His eyes fell on the envelope, splashed with beer, resting where she had been sitting. \u00a0His name was on the back. \u00a0His fingers trembling with the effort of concentrating, he managed to extract the card.<\/p>\n
Happy birthday, bud. \u00a0Have one on us.<\/em><\/p>\n It was signed by bar owner and his coworkers.<\/p>\n Stabilizing himself on the edge of the counter with his palms, he adopted a wider stance. \u00a0"Deeper, bitch,“ he said, and she went to work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The tempered squawking of the baseball announcers was the only sound of life in the bar. \u00a0Grunting as he leaned across the counter to reach the far corner, the bartender glowered at the small figure hunched over the last stool. \u00a0"Hey. \u00a0Kid. \u00a0We’re closing. \u00a0Move along.“ The figure uncoiled, lengthening into a slender woman with … <\/p>\n