Addicted Ch. 01

This story is a work of fiction, any resemblance to the real life is purely coincidental.

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The muffled voices of murmurs were echoing around the tiny bar, mixed with cozy jazz music playing on the background. It was at the rush hour, the crowed situation of the room made the air too dense to breath easily and the refreshing breezes were like my saviors, blew in through the door every now and then, giving me some good opportunities to take some nice deep breaths.

So I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, holding my long face, kept dancing my fingers around the jiggers and bottles. Smiles? No. Tips? Don't care. Good thing that I was wearing my mask for hygene and to cover the twitch on the corner of my mouth whenever the customers throw another sexual comment on me by asking me to have their drinks with some extra splash of the juice from my "big jugs" or "juicy melons", even though I had always I covered them all up under my loose suit on every shift. But well, yeah, thanks to that, I still got a decent amount of tips no matter what. I hated my job, especially when my family owned it. It's like making the prison your home. Even though I did love bartending.

"Manhattan? Nah we don't have that, since it's Brooklyn. Just joking, Manhattan coming right up!" I smiled at my regular, then returned to my favorite job.

"The fucking rush, fucking people, I fucking quit!" I heard the shouts coming from my side, drown under the noise of the crowd. It's Kevin, my assistant, screaming and hating his life while being clumsy around his section. He's 22 years old, a college student, white fair skin, brunette hair with his high fade playboy hair style and bad boy expression, beard trimmed, arms smooth. He's tall, handsome, with a lean body, played basketball in his team with many "fan girls", loved to yap about his "score history" and college life to me and customers when it's not busy. As he said he had slept around a bunch of hot chicks before he's settled down with his girlfriend at that time. And no, we didn't fuck, it's not like he's too young for me (I'm 26), it's just that he was too "straight" for me to get any wetness between my legs (bro handshakes, howling or jumping to hit something out of the blue, jumping and turn around for an air basketball shoot...), along with the workplace ethic of course. But he's my good bro. And don't mind him, he's not gonna quit.

"Why is there a fucking huge rush on Tuesday night man?" Kevin complained, eyes had never left his section, "is there any festival or holiday that I'm missing?"

"I don't know man, I always wonder the same when it happens, but I guess it is just what it is, let's just survive this together." I answered him with soothing tone.

"Alright, but I gotta leave on time otherwise my girlfriend's gonna get mad at me again. So you gotta do all the cleaning tonight!"

"I got you, it's not like the first time anyway. And you know when you work as a bartender, sleeping around is kinda already implied right?... No sir." I quickly put a finger in front of a customer who's trying to bring up a conversation, "busy hour, no time for that."

"Yeah, well, she doesn't give a shit if I'm fucking any chicks, or dudes." He shrugged, "as long as I don't catch any STDs and can get home in time and give her good before she sleeps."

"Fair, fair."

Busy hour always comes fast and goes fast, before we could notice how late it was already. The crowds had already started getting smaller and smaller and the bar got more quiet with just a few people around the corners finishing their chatters and farewells, and then a man sitting behind the counter, drinking alone in a gloomy mood.

***

"Aight, I gotta bounce, see you next time Misty." Kevin made a peace out gesture to me with his backpack on the back as he fliped the open sign and jumped out of the door with an air basketball shoot.

"See you." I waved him goodbye with the glass and cloth in my another hand and took a large sigh in my heart.

Alright, time to clean. Wiping here, sweeping there, refilling everything as I kept chatting with my bouncer Richard while he was drinking non-alcohol cocktail that I made for him at the counter before he drived home.

He's 46 years old, tall, bulky, shell toned skin, brown hair, shaved beard and hairy arms. He's a veteran and an amatuer boxer and wresler, married, dad of two, and yes we fucked, and we are still fuckbuddies, his wife doesn't know it and he's not planning to tell her anytime soon. But it's not like the first time I was engaged with a married man. From what he had said, for him and his wife, their relationship in marriage had become more like just sexless family members, doing daily errands between their houseworks, kids and works. So he would just release all his sexual frustrations onto me and it had actually become an advantage and made him extra desirable when I let him have his ways on me in bed, or anywhere else...

I loved having sex with him. He's a good dad and a gentleman in his daily life but don't get fooled by his age, he's a got a lovely size (7inches and extra thick) and he could be both caring and a beast in bed. The way he was grabing my long curvy black hair with his one hand, another running along my creamy white smooth skin on my back then grabbing and squeezing my plump breast and play with my nipples between his fingertips, kissing my shoulder and whispering to my ear, calling me his good Asian girl as he was stretching my pussy with his thick cock from my back at the same time, pounding the soul out of me. Made my legs melt just recalling that.

After I had finished the closing duties. All the customers left were all gone except the gloomy guy at the counter.

"Hello, I'm sorry sir, but we are closed." I walked up to the drunk guy, try to get my tone as convincing as I could.

"..." He gave no response but kept shaking his head as if there's music in his head and took another sip from the glass.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" I walked closer and looked at his side face. He had medium buff skin tone, messy curvy short hair and trimmed beard, looked around 35. Firstly, I noticed that there's spots of new bruises on the corner of his mouth and his left eye, he had probably just got out of a fight. His eyelids were lowering down as he kept staring at the glass and swirling the liquid inside. His face and neck all red with strong smell of alcohol breath blowing onto my face. Which was strange for my bar because we usually only serve light alcohol cocktails (with relatively cheaper price), as people can tell from the name, "Oopsie Tipsy".

He probably had just got kicked out from another bar for fighting before he entered mine. Oh, well, it seemed like that it was not gonna be an easy closing for me that night. Good thing that I had always have Richard with me in case of anything happened.

"..." He kept ignoring my attemps, as if there's no one around him at the moment.

After a moment of silence, he had finally spoken.

"... Leave me alone..." He talked in seemingly calm tone but with a bit of deep growling building up down his throat, like a beast who was about to pounce at me.

"Well as much as I would love to but it's my bar and I need to make sure no one is inside of it before I lock the door." I was a bit scared of what might be about to come but I had to stay firm and calm just like I was used to in this kind of situation as a bartender.

"I said LEAVE ME ALONE!" He suddenly got extremly enraged and slammed the glass on the floor hard as he stared into my eyes with his wide-opening, bloodshot eyes with anger, sorrow and desperation.

I got a bit shocked and kept staring at the splashes and glass shards around the floor. Richard immediately got up from his chair and started stretching his neck and muscles. He instantly put on a "don't look for trouble" face and striked a "prepared for fight" posture, ready to push the drunk man down at any second.

"No, Richard, let me." I put an arm before his way to stop him from taking further steps. I didn't know how but there was a spark of bravery suddenly appeared in my gut. I was not afraid of the man breaking down in front of me, there's something in his eyes had rung echoes down my empty heart, made me just want to give him a hug.

"Listen." I looked down, then stared back into his eyes with plea, "Life doesn't always come in an easy way, I know that yours might have already been hard enough, but please don't make other people's even harder."

His pupils shrank, then started breathing rapidly, slowly there's signs of crying coming from his expression.

"Fuck..." He Snorted, "shit, I'm sorry." He shook his head in his hands and then got off the chair, kept looking at me as he walked out the door looking defeated.

"I'm sorry..."

That was the last word I could hear from him before he ran and disappeared into the night streets.

***

"Well, that was tense." Richard held me in his arm as he ran his big rough hand around my shoulder, "we should get this mess cleaned and I'll drive you home."

"Yes, we should..." I leant on his chest, listening to his calming heartbeats and feeling the warmth from it.

"... But what are you doing with your hand right now?" Richard looked down on me with an evil teasing grin.

"... Rubbing on your big, growing bulge, daddy." I blushed and lowered my head but didn't stop the move, "all of those frustrations tonight and your heroic, manly move to defend me just now made my loin pretty in heat and in desperate need to feel daddy's big, warm, girthy cock inside of me. And judging from the reaction in your pants, I bet you are thinking of the same thing as I am right now, aren't you?" I looked up at him, smiling.

"Mmm, I guess there's only one way to find out." He leant down, we started sharing a long, passionate kiss. His hot breaths on my face, his lips savoring mine like hungry, his big calming hands running around my back...

"Fuck, you are always so suffocatingly sexy. Come, let's go to the employee's room, I can't wait to fuck you." He grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up to turn me towards the direction of the room, then flipped me around and slapped my ass, "you go ahead, I'll lock the door and finish my drink first."

To be continued...