Katie looked around the bar, tapping her fingers against the table as she waited patiently for her boyfriend. Today was a big announcement and she was eager to know what it was.
Maybe, tonight is the night he'll finally propose.
She had been dreaming of this day two years into their relationship, but he always had an excuse, but now, he seemed finally ready and she was excited.
"Can I get you anything more?" the waiter asked, interrupting her thoughts for the second time since she had been here. Sure her boyfriend was running half an hour late but it wasn't unusual.
"Just another water thanks." She smiled, not wanting to be the least bit tipsy when he popped the question. She wanted to be fully alert and in her right mind when she finally shouted yes for the whole world to hear.
Three more times she smiled amidst the interruption until her phone buzzed. "Sorry, work."
Two words and her whole evening and mood were ruined. She stood, her face dejected as she walked over to the bar to drown her sorrows.
"What can I get for you?" The bartender asked cautiously afraid of upsetting her any further.
"Give me the strongest drink you have."
A glass was placed before her and not caring about the expense or even about savoring the taste, she downed it in one swing.
The bartender looked on amazed, raising an eyebrow as she demanded a refill.
Two glasses soon became four and her words soon became inaudible.
Then fuelled by impulse, anger, and a drunken state of mind, she grabbed her phone and called her boyfriend.
It took several rings for him to answer, but when he finally did, his first words were. "Can't talk now, I'll talk to you later "
But because he could end the call, her voice slurred into the phone. "No, I want to talk now... I just want to tell you I'm dunk- no I'm done. Yes, I'm done. Done waiting, done caring..."
"What the hell, Katie, are you drunk?"
"Nope." She hiccupped, a childlike smile lining her lips.
"Katie, go home this instant."
"Ok, fine... but if I go, I'm not going alone, right Barrie."
"Who's Barrie?" Clint, her boyfriend, quickly asked.
Katie flashed a smile at the bartender and winked, satisfied with her nickname for him. "Don’t worry, he's just someone keeping me company in your absence."
The bartender looked at her strangely as he was clueless about the conversation on the other end.
"What?" He mouthed as Katie stared at him with a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes.
"Katie?" Clint shouted simultaneously.
"Sorry, busy." Katie quickly replied before ending the call and slamming the phone on the table.
"Fill my glass up." She ordered overlooking the confusion in the bartender's eyes.
"I think you've had enough for tonight." He shook his head and turned his back, but she was persistent.
"Barrie, come back here and do your job, or I'll jump over there and do it for you."
He stopped at her words and walked back over. "It's Tray, not Barrie, and I'd like to see you try."
She was all talk and no action he figured, but he wasn't prepared for her to actually stand and walk over, albeit with a sway. She unhooked the latch and entered standing in front of him with a smirk.
She eased herself between him and the counter, reaching over to grab her glass, but she didn't expect to feel the bulge in his pants push against her ass as he tried reaching over her to grab the glass first.
She froze in shock for a moment before turning around slowly.
He acted oblivious to what he knew she felt. "No more drink."
"But I'm thirsty." She whined, her eyes flicking below his waist for a minute.
"Then what you need is water." The bartender left Katie and entered the backroom to fill her glass with water, but unknown to him, Katie followed.
While the glass was filling up, Katie positioned herself behind him as he hummed, totally unaware of her presence, and she reached around to grab his throbbing bulge.
He gasped, nearly dropping the glass as he spun around to face her, but she was not at all perturbed as she grabbed his dick again, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Fuck,” he breathed and closed his eyes. He took a step back to free himself and clear his mind, but his body was stopped by the sink behind him. He was trapped and in her grip.
She continued rubbing him through the fabric of his jeans, and fuck if that didn't feel good. He was fighting to control each moan but failed miserably. It had been a while since he had been touched by someone other than himself and though her movements were a little sloppy, it was a change that he wasn't repelled by.
She noticed the way he bit his lip, muffling his moans of enjoyment, so she took the initiative to be more hands-on.