Greg hated his job, the twenty five year old man stood behind a bar making yet another fruity drink for a group of women who had swum up to the bar. Some of his friends considered him lucky because Greg worked as a bar tender at a swim up pool bar at a major casino and resort. They would point out all the hot women who would swim up in tiny sometimes see through bikinis and ask him for a drink. They would point that very true fact out and think it is the end of the argument.
What they failed to note was that for every 10 on the hottest scale, there was at least five or six women who shouldn’t have even attempted to put on a bikini and ten or more who where six or sevens on the hotness scale but acted like they were 10s. That was also not considering how the people who swam up to his bar treated him.
A lot of those 10 out of 10 women tended to treat him like some drink making machine or just part of the scenery. Sure he could enjoy looking at them but seeing a woman who made his manhood stand at attention treat him like shit made his stiffness go away pretty fast.
And the worse people he had to deal with was like the group of women currently asking for a dozen fruity drinks in the middle of the day. Bridal parties. He knew it was a bridal party because 11 of the women were wearing black bikinis with one in white with the word bride printed on it. They had gone all out with that, but still bridal parties where the worse. Drunk women were hitting on him, or demanding free drinks because they where getting married. What made this group worse was that these women where about the same age of him and while they where good looking, 6 or 7s on his scale they were acting like they were God’s gift to mankind and every male should be drooling over them.
Greg had just placed down a drink in front of the last of the group when her hand shot out and grabbed his forearm.
“Your so handsome, why don’t you and I?” offered the bridesmaid clearly she had been day drinking since sunrise, as Greg tried not to fight an eye roll but at least it wasn’t the bride hitting on him this time.
“Sorry, I need him for the next couple of hours and he is working a double so it will be well after midnight by the time he is done.” Said his coworker, Amy as she moved up beside him with a playful grin.
In truth, Amy and this unnamed bridesmaid looked about the same when it came to looks. If Greg was being totally honest, the bridesmaid was hotter but he rather be with Amy with her reddish brown hair and freckles than this blonde haired women. Neither him nor Amy had made a move to hook up with each other instead keeping it professional at work with maybe a little flirting.
“Oh…that is too bad.” said the bridesmaid as she went back to talking with her friends.
“Thanks.” said Greg
“Not a problem.” Said Amy as she punched him gently in the shoulder as suddenly a wave of energy washed over both of them. “What the fuck?”
“I don’t know.” Added Greg as all around them, everything began to change. The sky began to darken into a twilight as the white marble bar top became pitch black. Everything began to take on a more gothic vibe as some of the glassware behind the bar became stones. The pool still remained water but began to bubble like it was near the point of boiling.
“Get out of the water!” yelled someone but to there was no way everyone could get out in time however to everyone’s confusion the now clearly boiling water wasn’t burning anyone.
“What the fuck?” asked one of the bridesmaids as suddenly her skin began to melt away, but instead of a leaving blood and bones behind her body became a dark cloud form which had dancing bolts of lightning in it with glowing eyes all the while she was still somehow wearing a new modified bikini.
Others began to change but not at once. The bride seamed to shake a bite as she lost all color in her skin as her breasts grew a bit becoming a 9 or 10 in looks before her teeth fell out being replaced by fangs.
“What do we do?” asked Greg as he looked toward Amy as the transformations began in both of them.