Chapter 2: Building Tension
It is nearly 1am now, I think I had one too many now, I have to take my break out in the hallway, I stare at the stairs up to my apartment and I think I am too drunk to even make it that far. I am thinking of that one customer, he had a sweet smile, I wonder why he didn't hit on me, I would have liked it.
I am so horny tonight, I can't believe it. I am not usually like this, but this uniform has me feeling so exposed, so vulnerable. I feel like I need to be fucked hard, to be filled up, to be used. I am so fucking wet right now, I can feel it in my panties. I need to get off, I need to cum so bad.
I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, I turn around and see Matt walking towards me. He has a concerned look on his face.
"Alice, are you okay? You've been out here for a while," he says, his voice soft and caring.
I look up at him, my eyes filled with lust.
"I'm fine, Matt. Just... just feeling a bit overwhelmed tonight." I bite my lip, trying to hide my nervousness. I'm not usually this forward, but the alcohol and the uniform have me feeling reckless.
Matt's gaze drops to my mouth, lingering there for a moment before he meets my eyes again. "Overwhelmed? Or... horny?" His voice is low, a hint of a growl in it that sends a shiver down my spine.
I gasp, surprised by his bluntness. But the truth is, it turns me on even more. "Horny," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. Suddenly, that deep moral woman that I was raised to be slaps some sense back into me, "Ha, you wish!"
I take a few deep breaths and rise to stand, but I forget to check myself in the mirror as I make my way back to the bar. I forgot to adjust my crop top, the bottom of my tits were now showing, almost to my nipples. Matt looked ready to catch me from falling but he remained at a gentleman's distance.
He surely felt my body heat radiating from my face as I passed by him like a storm.
The hallway was quiet as we walked down it together leaving the main bar behind us. We both knew where we were going.
I looked him straight in the eye and let my eyes look at his chest and then his crotch.
He was hard and large in his jeans and I couldn't help but smile. It was a power that I was just learning I had, to make men hard, erect, lustful. I could bend over a little too long and smile, and make any man forget about his wife or girlfriend waiting for them at home, to be with me.
I could make them want me, desire me, crave me. I could make them want to fuck me, to fill me up, to make me theirs. I could make them want to claim me, to possess me, to own me. I could make them want to take me, to have me, to use me. I could make them want to fuck me hard, to fuck me rough, to fuck me until they couldn't fuck me anymore. I could make them want to cum inside me, to fill me up with their hot, sticky cum, to mark me as theirs.
But I wasn't ready to give in just yet.
The power I felt was intoxicating, and I wanted to savor it for a moment longer. "Matt," I said, turning to face him fully. "Why haven't you ever hit on me before now?"
Matt's gaze met mine, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and desire. "Alice," he said, his voice low and steady. "You're not like the other girls who come into this bar looking for a good time. You're different. You're... special."
I felt my cheeks flush at his words. No one had ever called me special before. "Special?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Alice," Matt began, his voice thoughtful, "I've seen you grow from a shy, new girl to a confident woman who can handle herself. You're not just another pretty face, you've got substance. I respect that."
I felt a warmth spread through me at his words. No one had ever spoken to me like this before. It was refreshing, and it made me want him even more.
"Thank you, Matt," I said, my voice soft. "That means a lot to me."
He smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "It's the truth, Alice. And I didn't want to be just another guy hitting on you.
"A-hem!" Tom interrupted, "Alice, last call, you better hustle up, and your tits are showing!"
Oh fuck me and I snapped myself into temporary sobriety, I giggled and smiled at Matt and pulled my shirt down.
"I better get back to work!" I giggled again, but some naughty part of me wanted to give Matt a show, I gave my ass a slow graze and hiked my shorts up to expose more of my ass, the friction of the denim against my pussy was something I was appreciating in my drunken state.
Matt's eyes widened and he let out a low groan.
"Alice," he choked out, "you're driving me crazy."
I felt a thrill run through me at his words. I had never felt so powerful before. I turned around and started walking back to the bar, swaying my hips slightly.
"Alice," Tom called out again from behind the bar.
"Just a minute!" I shouted back.
I leaned back against the counter and looked at Matt standing there with his jaw clenched and his eyes locked onto me.
"Matt," I whispered.
He stepped closer to me and put his hands on either side of me on the counter.
"Alice," he growled.
"You're playing with fire."
I bit my lip, feeling a surge of power. "Maybe I like the heat," I whispered.
Matt's eyes flashed with desire. "You don't know what you're asking for."
I leaned in closer, my voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe I want you to show me."
Matt's hands tightened on the counter, his knuckles turning white. "Alice, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying."
I rolled my eyes, pushing away from the counter. "I'm not that drunk, Matt. I know exactly what I'm saying. And what I want."
I turned to walk away, but Matt's hand shot out, I jolted and almost let out a moan, never in my life has a slap to my ass been so welcome and rewarding. I wanted his hand to stay.
"Jesus fuck that ass is tight! I better let you go or I'll never let you leave!"
My heart raced as I walked back into the bar, Matt could have started to fuck me then and there I wouldn't have resisted at all, but could I have actually asked, could I actually say the words and say, "Take Me! My virginity is yours!"
The smell of cigarette and cigar smoke and spilled beer reminded me that I still had a job to do and back to work I went.
The night was winding down, but the bar was still buzzing with a few lingering customers. I could feel Matt's eyes on me as I moved around the bar, taking orders and pouring drinks. I tried to ignore him, but it was difficult. My body was still humming with desire, and every time I caught his gaze, I felt a jolt of electricity.
As the clock struck two, Tom called out the final last call. I was wiping down the counter, lost in thought, when a voice pulled me from my reverie.
"Alice, can I get you something to drink?"
I looked up to see Jack, the sleazy regular, grinning at me.
"Come on, Alice," he said, his voice slurred. "One drink won't hurt."
I sighed internally but gave him a polite smile. "Thanks for the offer, Jack, but no thanks."
Matt appeared at my side, intercepting Jack before he could press further. "Jack," he said firmly, his voice low and steady. "Alice has declined your offer."
Jack's eyes narrowed as he looked between Matt and me. "She didn't seem too interested earlier," he muttered.
Matt's expression darkened. "It's late, Jack. And you've had enough to drink."
Jack scoffed but backed down, shuffling away to another table.
I brought last call to the table of some big tippers, if there was anyone to blame for getting me drunk, it was them. A chorus of men invited me to sit down and share a round of tequila shots. A loud cheer erupted as I pounded one back, straight. I laughed with the crowd before I realized one of them lifted my shirt and poured more across my chest, immediately followed by two other men licking my tits and sucking my nipples.
I laughed it off and slapped their heads away, pulling my shirt back down and ran back to the bar. Barbra was staring at me, embarrassment, shot and excitement overwhelmed me as sought her advice on whether to call Tom and kick them out.
She shook her head.
"Oh no Alice," she said with a smirk on her face," They tipped well and it's almost closing time now. Besides why would you want to kick out your admirers? The night is still young"
She was right after all but she didn't know how much I wanted to get away from all these men who were now looking at me like they were ready to devour me.
"So are you going to tell them they have to go?" she asked again.
I was torn between staying and going but decided that it wasn't worth it anymore.
"No," I mumbled under my breath.
Barbara gave me a knowing smile.
"That's the spirit, Alice. You're a natural at this."
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at her words. I had never been good at anything like this before. I had always been the shy, quiet girl in the corner. But tonight, I felt different. I felt powerful.
I turned back to the bar, ready to face whatever came next. But as I did, I noticed Matt watching me again. His expression was unreadable, but there was a intensity in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Matt," I said, walking over to him.
But I had no time for Matt, I needed to wipe my breasts clean, of tequila and saliva from rich tourists who just had their way with me. I stumbled towards the women's washroom, it was closer than the staff's restroom.
I pushed open the door and stepped inside, flipping on the harsh fluorescent light. I caught my reflection in the mirror and gasped. My hair was a mess, my makeup was smudged, and my uniform was disheveled. But it was my chest that caught my attention. My shirt was still damp from the tequila, and my nipples were hard and visible through the thin fabric.
I turned on the tap and splashed some water on my face, trying to cool myself down. I was still buzzing from the attention, from the shots, from Matt's intense gaze. I looked at myself in the mirror again, and for the first time, I saw what everyone else saw.
I saw a woman who was desirable, who was wanted. I saw a woman who was in control. I saw a woman who could have any man she wanted.
I took a deep breath and made a decision. I was going to take control. I was going to take what I wanted. And what I wanted was Matt.
Just thinking about saying it out loud, the worry of rejection came straight from the pit of my stomach, and I hurled vomit into the sink. I started to moan and cry and I stayed bent over. The thought never occurred to me that it was the same moaning I make masturbating.
I suddenly felt that I wasn't alone in the women's washroom.