Instead of napping in the front like a bum, I go in the back and have Andy show me the ropes of the place. He delegates me to move the rest of the boxes from the shipment to storage, something he totally could have down by himself as he told me many times. And then we clean and prep the glasses behind the bar while he lets me service the few professionals that walk in during their breaks. He watches me expertly pour a cocktail to a snooty businessman with no complaints. After the gentleman leaves me a twenty dollar tip for his fifty dollar Manhattan, Andy slow claps "Wow, even The Emperor likes you."
I clean off The Emperor's glass and ask the question. "Why do you call him the Emperor?"
"That geezer comes in every weekday like clockwork and orders the same the drink with our most expensive whiskey. But he never tips. Or smiles. Whenever we get a new bartender, he gives them one chance to get it right. Which none of them do. So he only lets Jericho make it for him. I can't even do it."
"Why does he come in then if only Ronnie can make it right?"
"Who knows. But a little tip from Andy, you should watch it calling the boss lady Ronnie. We all, patrons and help included, have to call her Jericho. Or answer to her and her paycutting powers."
"You can't be serious? She was so sweet."
"Jericho? Sweet? That woman is a viper in a midget's body. I like you so I don't want you getting your head bitten off. Cool?"
I seem to recall her almost instantly jizzing herself when I kissed her earlier. "Alright, thanks for the tip. So hows the late night demographic here? Any pretty regulars on ladies' night?"
"You're that ripped and not gay? Shit, there go my after hours tips. Yeah we get quite a few women in here. Good looking ones too. Most don't pay me too much attention, but there are always a couple who want to get with a smooth talking bartender. But you won't have that problem."
I feign innocence. "You think so? I dunno..."
"Are you kidding? Come on man. Don't tell me a guy like you doesn't get it in like three times a day?" I'm up to twice today but I shrug. "Unbelievable. Just remember me when you're bored with all the pussy thrown your way. Cool?" He holds his hand out for a shake.
I shake it. "Cool, Andy." I like this guy. And even though I'm pretty sure I can take care of every woman thrown my way, it can't hurt to let him have some too.
"And how'd you get so good making drinks? You mix like some of those pros at the hotels downtown."
"Uh just practice I guess." The bell on the front door chimes and the boss lady walks in. Andy and I both stop and stare, his mouth dropping wide open. It looks like she dressed up for the late shift. Jericho's body is wrapped up in tight, short black and velvet dress with a super deep neck with laces holding the chest together. The long sleeves of the dress flare out making her look like a sexy little witch. Her blonde hair is in one high slicked back ponytail and her lips are painted emerald green like her glasses. Her smokey eyes lock on me watching her and she pauses at the door for a moment. She holds her small clutch over her exposed chest and tries to pull down her short dress. Its obvious she's uncomfortable with how she looks but she dressed up for a reason. But then the moment of truth arrives when the first of her thigh high lace up boots touches the floor of bar. With every step towards us, Jericho grows a little more sexy and confident. Her legs grow thicker with meat and her growing booty forces the dress to rise up to dangerous heights. Her ponytail grows longer and longer until it swings and whips around behind her hips which have taken on a life of their own. Even though Heather's new curves are something to look at, Jericho big booty on her tiny frame is incredible. Every step rocks her hips so hard I can see her booty bouncing behind her. And she knows it. Jericho's arms lower to side and she even puts one on her hips. Her nervous face has morphed into a sexy molder. This is a woman that knows what she wants and is going to take it.
Jericho makes her way up to the bar and tales a seat. Andy is blown away. "Shit, Jericho. Where have been hiding that ass for all these years. And that dress? Did you make a stop at a vampire coven on the way here? You look..." she glares at him to silence him.
"Sexy." I fill in his words. "You look very hot, Jericho." She turns her head to me and leans over the bar to pretend to fix my shirt. Her face gets very close to mine. "Thank you Lyle. And you can call me Ronnie." Andy's mouth drops again. Ronnie sits back down and goes back to business. "So Andy. How was Lyle at helping out at the bar? Is he good enough to help out tonight while you man the kitchen or should he be on host duty for a few nights?"
"This kid is a natural. I'd say he's even ready for ladies night tomorrow."
"Perfect." Was that a purr? "Now Lyle come with me into my office. I have a few things I'd like to discuss with you in private before you start." She saunters over to her office door and calls back to Andy. "And you man the place until we're done. I don't want to be disturbed." She closes the door behind her and shuts the blinds on its window but I don't see her turn on the lights.
Andy whistles. "Damn. I've never even seen her wearing anything but her Chuck's. And those hair extensions and that ass? I didn't even know she knew what hot was. What's gotten into her? " He doesn't sound hurt just surprised. "Anyway, since you two are apparently on a first name basis now, let me know what's up? Maybe she got brainwashed or something. Cool?"
Locker talk? Sure. "Cool."
"Now you better get in there. I've never seen her so crazy eyed." He takes over my spot behind the bar and I walk into the boss's office, closing the door behind me. All the lights are off.
"Ronnie, I can't see." She clicks on a lamp on her desk revealing her sitting on top. She gestures towards a chair in front of her. "Take a seat." I do.
"Now Lyle. You are very highly qualified for this job. Any bar in the city would kill to have you. I definitely find you attractive. And I can pay you very well."
"Really?" I lean back in my chair letting the light from the small lamp light up my body. Not to be overdone, Ronnie puts her hands on her knees and spreads her legs wide open. I can't see anything because of the low light but I don't need it to smell her arousal. I don't think she's wearing any underwear. "This job has alot of benefits." The mystery of the dark mixed with her silhouette is making me hungry.
"All of this could be yours. I just need you to sign something for me." She picks up a packet of paper of the desk and gets up to hand it to me. "I don't have anything to write on. Do you have a clipboard?"
Instead of answering me, gets up and sits on my lap. She would have only taken up a little bit of room but her new caboose almost takes up my whole lap. She scoots herself further back until she bumps into my growing erection. She hands me the packet and moves her hair out of the way, signaling me to sign on her back. Shit girl, how much sexual confidence did I really give you?
"I would love to sign it but I don't have a pen." She turns her head and smiles. "So you are happy to see me." God damn with these innuendos! She gets up and leans over her desk to reach a drawer. She sticks her butt up in the air and even in the dark I can see the dress rise up over her, exposing herself.
I get up and walk behind her dropping my pants to the floor. I would've worn underwear but I could barely get old-Lyle's baggiest pants on at all without them. Or that's what I told myself earlier. But now I'm completely over that excuse and just happy to be free from the constricting denim. Ronnie turns around pen in her hand and face to chest with me, with only one place to look. "I see you are very happy to see me."
"Well I really want this job, Ronnie. What do you want me to do first?"
She licks her lips and grabs my face and kisses me long and hard. I follow her lead and make out with her back but she pushes me back. She has more self control than I do because I'm left sweaty and at half mast. "Okay enough with the innuendos. Just do what I tell you okay?"
I nod, trying to do what my boss says and stay put. But she stopped me in the middle of go time and it's hard not pouncing her right where she stands. "Take off your shirt." I do and toss it across the room. She cooes at sering my muscularge form again. "Put your hands on my ass." I do.
"Pick me up and put me down on the desk." Yes boss lady.
"Lean over me." I hover over this woman's body, completely overshadowing her tiny frame. Ronnie puts the contract on the table next to her face and hands me the pen. I take it with one hand and hold myself up with my other forearm. "Sign it." I do. Once I click the pen closed, she wraps her arms around my neck. "Kiss me once." Weird but I place one kiss on her green lips.
"Again." This one lingers.
"Again." When do I get to fuck her up?
"Again." She pulls her tiny dress completely over her hips so her bare ass is exposed. The anticipation is killing me. How am I not cumming yet? But luckily she doesn't want to wait either.
"Fuck me." With a growl, I go back down to make out with this woman. I slide one hand down her body to her hips and her juicy ass to slap it. No holding back like with Heather. Ronnie lets out a moan. I slap her again and she laughs in my mouth. Oh she thinks this is funny? I tickle her legs and guide her to lock them behind my back. Because she's so short, she can't hold on to my neck anymore to make out anymore, but that's okay. She holds onto the edge of the desk while taking deep breaths. I hold onto it next to her hands and thrust my entire self into her tiny body at once. It I wasn't so strong it would never have fit but I plowed her hard. She cries out loud, surprised that I actually went for it. And thank God her hips grew otherwise I might have torn her in half.
We stay interconnected like this for who knows how long, her completely breathless and overpowered and me dizzy from finally being tightly packed into her pussy. If anybody heard her scream, her threat must have scared Andy more and nobody came in the office.
Her breathing starts to even out "I want..." I must have hurt her. I start to slowly pull out of my boss but then she finishes. "... you to cum." Permission granted. I slowly keep fucking Ronnie and eventually we gets used to my size in her size. She holds onto the desk tightly as I slam into her until I finally blast her with my seed. We both cry out loudly but again nobody comes in the office to find us. I step away to pull out of my boss's pussy. I grab my pants and start zipping myself up while watching her slowly coming up from being fucked so hard. And like Heather, I filled her so much that her tummy is swollen with my cum. I pick up my shirt from the floor but she tells me no. "You have to wear the bar's shirt for work." Even after getting wrecked like that, she still thinks like the boss. "There's a box of them in the corner. Put one on." The largest one she has is a black XXXL but its kind of tight on shoulders and chest.
"Good it fits. And tomorrow get some jeans that fit. I like to you look at your dick but it shouldn't be out for all the customers to see. Use this to cover up." She gets off her desk and waddles to the coat rack and grabs her apron. I hold my arms over my head as she wraps it around my waist twice and ties it in the front. "Alright before we get back out there, I need to talk to you."
"Uh sure thing Ronnie."
"Yes you fucked me. Yes it was amazing. Yes I'll probably be walking bow legged for a few days. You are not my boyfriend. You are not my prostitute. I am still paying you to be my bartender and you still need to work here. If you fuck up at work too much, you're out of here just like anyone else would be. We fucked because we wanted to have a good time. Nothing more. I not ashamed if anyone else knows it. We don't owe each other anything for that. Got it?"
I nod. "Okay then. And if you want to use this office for some more 'meetings' go ahead. You don't need my permission to come inside here. Just don't steal from me."
"Yes ma'am." She pulls on my shirt to pull me close to her. She kisses me softly and says "I told you to call me Ronnie."
We finally exit the office into a more crowded bar. I check the clock on the wall and its 5:37. We've been in there for hours! I walk up next to Andy at there the bar while he's pouring some guy a drink.
"Here's your drink, Miss. Lyle! What the hell, man? What happened?" The customer goes to sit down.
I play dumb. "What happened?"
"Dude, you and Jericho were in there for hours. I heard her scream and the desk screech on the floor. If I didn't know better I'd say you guys fucked."
I say nothing and watch Ronnie waddle across the floor, cleaning up tables. He sees me watch her and gasps. "You didn't."
"I didn't say anything." But he knows. "Holy shit. She let you fuck her? And for that long? What was it like fucking the Viper? If I may be so bold."
I grab a glass to clean, feeling very cocky. "Well remember what you asked me earlier?" He nods eagerly.
"She's all real. The hair, the ass, all of it."
"No way."
"Andy. You don't drive with someone that hard and not notice the fake parts. Trust me. She must've just turned herself out for me because I have what she wanted."
"Sheesh, get your cock rocked by the boss lady once."
"You asked."
"Yeah yeah. Well you are gonna see her again? Take over the business and what not?"
"Maybe. But it's no strings attached. Just screwing. But I do get to use her office for whatever."
"You lucky son of a bitch." The door bell dings and a group of ladies walk in. A few grab theor seats while a couple spot me and beeline for the bar.
Andy laughs "Alright lets get back to work, Rico Suave" and lets me take their order.
Work is going to be fun.