As you sashayed past the pool, box of bikinis in hand, you glanced at all the hot girls enjoying the water and noticed for the first time the complete absence of any boys. Another couple of steps later, you quickly figured out why. That sly bartender planned this all along. Devon never stood a chance, and now, he...well, you were part of the bait.
Not that you minded. This felt pretty good, actually.
Drawing closer to the bar, you spotted the bartender talking to another young man. Clearly a new arrival like yourself, he was well built and handsome with chiseled muscles and spiked blond hair.
"But I didn't bring any swimming clothes," the visitor was complaining.
"Don't worry," the bartender replied smoothly. "We'll have a swimsuit for you shortly. In the meantime, please enjoy a drink on me." Sure enough, he passed the man the same drink he had given you.
"Uh, what kind of drink is it?" The young man asked.
"Oh, it's my own special mix. Go on. Try it."
"I dunno, man," the guy said warily. "I kinda like to know what I'm drinking."
Smart boy, you thought as you finally reached the two.