For at least an hour or two after work beginning at about 4:00 PM the bar began filling up with the dirty men she loved. Bunny, a former stripper, knew how to make a man happy. She left the married men alone which made the women happy too.
Kristie watched her ply her charms from an outside seat over looking the L-shaped room filled with mud caked boots, sweat stained shirts, and the raucous sounds of rolling dice cups slamming down on the bar. Laughter and country music blended together as the nightly score. The pool table was in constant use. There were always quarters lined up as place savers to play whoever the next winner was. Tables were filled with couples reuniting after the day’s work.
Bunny had it together. The bar was wiped down just so, baskets of popcorn filled and set around, hamburgers frying for customers who might want a sandwich for dinner. She knows what each patron drinks. She knows how to handle them all.
Tonight she is wearing grey slacks that are so tight they leave nothing to the imagination. Her red brassiere shows through the white eyelet blouse. On her carefully manicured feet she wears some really high jute wedges that accent the curve of her legs and derriere.
Sitting there shootin’ the shit with these guys was getting Kristie nowhere, but she was having fun listening to the bar banter and occasionally popping in with her own joke adding to the melee. Nothing they said could ever out gross her out or top her. She fit right in with their low brow humor.
She didn’t like it when things got rough though. When the talk got serious or too heated, she tended to fade into the woodwork. A few times she tried to calm the savages, but things usually cooled down without intervention. The bartender usually handled things by turning the music down and punching in Melancholy Baby.
Bobby came in half baked and made a bee line to where Kristie was sitting at the far end of the bar. She couldn’t help but admire the stunning features of his maleness – huge thighs, big wide shoulders, biceps bursting the sleeves of his XX large t-shirt. She couldn’t resist the urge to squeeze his right arm.
He must have been really drunk because he stuck his tongue in her ear breathing his hot breath down into her loins. He quickly moved down to her neck where he kissed and sucked gently.
“Fuck!” She thought. “I hope I don’t get a hickey!”
She would have liked to do him right there on the bar, but it was complicated. “Hey! Knock it off! My old man is right over there!” She pointed to Jack who was playing pool by himself taking practice shots waiting for an opponent.
“Hey! Jack-o! Rack ’em up! I’ll play you for your old lady!”
“Don’t I have something to say about that?” Kristie asked. “You know I can have you in my mind anytime I want to without all the shit that goes with it.”
“That really hurts my feelings, you know?” Bobby says pouting.
“You mean to say that you have feelings? I thought after a couple of six packs , you just pissed your feelings down the urinal?” Ha, ha, ha… everyone laughs.
Jack racked them up and Bobby kicked his ass just as Kristie knew he would. Very few people could beat Bobby at pool and for this reason he wouldn’t gamble, but he was the feature player on The Bar’s team….
(First published 11/4/11)
