Once again, a busy night at my pub. People are dancing, drinking and having fun. At least that is what it looks like from my side of the bar. I’m pretty proud of what I achieved. I never thought that, when I bought this place ten years ago, it would become one of the hottest pubs on campus. But somehow, since I opened the bar, I never had a night my establishment isn’t full of partying students. My business model? Low prices and cute staff. I employ two bartenders a night, one guy and one girl, both selected on their appearance. It isn’t something I hide; at the front door, there’s even a note saying.
‘Do you want to work here?
Leave your picture at the bar.
(Student jobs only)’
You could call it sexist; maybe it is. I just like my staff to be good looking; that’s why I implemented a modest uniform since I opened the bar. Short-sleeved black shirt, always buttoned to the top and a turquoise waist apron. For the guys accompanied with black trousers and a turquoise tie, the girls a knee-length black skirt and turquoise hair ribbon.
Of course, I’m always present myself. I’m mainly behind the bar, but I’m in my apartment above the establishment if I’m not there. I like the life I’m living; even at 40, I still feel like I’m part of the youth. I’ve been lucky with my appearance too. I don’t look a day over 30 and am still in good shape. My brown hair and light beard are still voluminous, and I even managed to keep my washboard abdomen.
“Rick, can we have a word?” Alina’s voice sounds concerned.
“Sure, what’s wrong?” Alina is my best waitress; even on the busiest moments, she never seems stressed. But right now, she appears on edge.
Alina nods her head towards the farthest corner of the establishment. “You see that dancing girl with her red hair?”
I look over; It’s hard to miss who Alina meant. The girl was the epitome of redheads. Her tightly bound ginger ponytail contrasted with her fair skin. Her jaunty way of dancing with her eyes closed made her seem like a cheerful young lady. I lower my gaze back to Alina. “Yes, what about her?”
Alina shakes her head. “I think I saw someone spike her drink.”
I sigh, frustrated; It’s something I don’t want in my pub. I know I can do little about it, and maybe it happened before. But I’ll do anything to prevent something like that to happen if I can. “I’ll keep an eye on her,” I assure Alina. “If you notice something’s about to happen, tell me immediately.”
Alina nods. “Thanks, Rick.”
I look back at the dancing girl. She lifts her arms and places her hands in her hair; with a sway of her hips, she lowers her body and slowly straightens it again. I have to admit; she’s adorable. The girl seems to lose her balance but caught by a guy close to her.
“Rick, A pint, please!” I look at the customer in front of me and back to the girl. The guy guides her towards the toilets.
I look back to the customer and snap my fingers at Alina.
“Alina, a beer for this guy. It’s on the house.” I look over to the customer and say. “Sorry, Alina will serve you. I need to do something.”
I hurry towards the toilets; when I enter them, a stall door is closing. I dart over and place my hand on the door right before it’s shut. I push the door back open. The ginger girl is leaning against the wall, a glazy look in her eyes, the guy looks startled. I toss the guy a fowl look, with a stern voice, I say. “Get the fuck out of here.”
“What the fuck is your problem,” The guy says with an angry voice. “I’m helping my girlfriend; she’s sick.”
The girl mumbles something unintelligible.
She is clearly under the influence of something. I look back at the lad. “I can see that; now get out of here.” I make myself broad and close the distance between us.
The guy curses and leaves the stall by darting past me. If he’s the girl’s boyfriend, I feel sorry for her, but I doubt that’s the case. I look into the girl’s olive eyes; again, I notice the unfocused stare in them. “Hi, are you alright?” I ask gently.
Apart from a giggle, there’s barely a reaction. I shake my head and take hold of the girl’s hand. “Come on, let’s get you somewhere safe.”
I guide the girl through the crowd towards the door to my private quarters. On the stairs, I need to support her to keep her from falling. Halfway up, I decided it’s safer to carry her the rest of the way; I gently lift her and place her over my shoulder; She’s surprisingly light. She giggles again.
I carry her towards my bedroom and place her gently on the bed.
She opens her eyes and looks at me. “Hi.” She bites her lip; Then she mumbles something unintelligible and rolls her head to the side; Her eyes roll.
I shake my head in disbelieve; they really drugged her. “Get some sleep, darling. You’re safe here.”
I swear she moaned before turning to her side. I place the sheet over her and leave the room.
I walk back down to the pub and resume my tasks behind the bar. Happy that I probably saved the girl from a horrible night. When the last Cebeci Escort customer has gone home, I see a small blue purse and a leather jacket in the corner where the girl was dancing. I thank Alina and Jack for their service and take the coat and bag upstairs.
When I open my bedroom door to place the girl’s belongings beside her, I stop dead in my tracks. With an open mouth, I look at the scene before me. She must have tried to undress. Her black and white striped top is still hanging over one shoulder; she is not wearing a bra, her small breasts firmly outlined on her freckled chest. Her small pink nipples ideally in the middle. Her outstretched leg still dressed in skinny jeans and blue lace undies; her other leg is raised and open. The pink inner labia of her bare pussy hardly visible.
My cock swells painfully; I haven’t had an erection like this in years. My heart is racing; I’m ashamed at the lust I’m feeling. Afraid of waking the girl or losing my self-control if I try to cover her up, I quickly close the door and walk over to the sofa. I lay down, and although I’m tired, I’ve got a hard time catching sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see the girl in my bed dancing naked before me.
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“Aah! Fuck! no, no-no, no-no.” The panicked voice wakes me. I quickly get up and walk over to my bedroom door. The sun is already up and falls into my apartment, casting a golden glow into the room.
I knock on the door, she replies with a shriek. “Everything okay in there?” I ask.
“Don’t come in!” Her high pitched voice replies.
“I won’t.” I try to sound gentle. I can hear the girl sobbing; I feel sorry for her. “I know it looks weird, but nothing happened. I’ll explain when you come out.”
I walk over to the kitchen and shout from there. “You want coffee?”
She doesn’t reply. When the bedroom door finally opens after about half an hour, she carefully shuffles into the living room. When she sees my face, it looks like her world collapse. “Oh god, you’re the bartender.”
“Sit down and listen.” The order is firm and does not tolerate contradiction. She has to hear my side of the story before she thinks wrong of me. She reluctantly follows my order. I place a cup of coffee in front of her and start to tell her everything that happened. She confirmed my suspicion about the guy being her boyfriend; apparently, she’s single.
When I end my story, she looks at me questionably.
“If you didn’t touch me, then why was I naked?”
“I don’t know, as I told you, that’s how you were when I came up after closing down.”
She lowers her gaze with an expression that looked like defeat. “But you saw me like that.”
“I did; I’m sorry.”
“It’s better than being raped.” Her olive eyes make contact; my heart skips a beat. “Thank you for that.”
Relieved she believes me; I let out a sigh. “It’s the least I could do,” I smile at her, “Can I at least know the name of the girl I’ve saved?”
She chuckles, “Sure, my name is Luna.”
“Luna, that’s a beautiful name. I’m Rick.” I smile at her. “You want another coffee?”
“Thank you,” she smiles back at me. “Sure, One more. It seems to clear my head.”
I nod and walk over to the kitchen, Fetching the thermos coffee I made earlier. “How old are you, Luna?”
“Eighteen and a half.” Her reply cheerful; it’s a nice contrast to the stressed girl that came out of my room. I’m glad she seems to loosen up a bit.
“And a half, that’s an important addition.” I jokingly reply.
She laughs, “Yes, it is! What about you? No, don’t say, let me guess. 31?”
“Thank you for the compliment, but I’m 40.”
Her mouth drops. “No way! You’re too hot to be-.” She cuts her sentence short, her freckled face turning bright red. She lowers her head, looking down.
I laugh out loud at her reactions. “And I thought girls your age saw me as an ugly old man.” I jokingly reply.
I pour coffee into her cup, and she shyly looks up. “No, at least I don’t.”
One more coffee quickly becomes another. Luna is surprisingly easy-going and pleasant company. I quickly learn that she is a real blabbermouth and that this often leads to her blushing adorably. Before we realise it, it’s noon, and I’m starting to get hungry. I offer her lunch which she kindly refuses. She tells me that she has to go home but that she will come back tonight. I thank her for her company; she’s at the door holding her purse and jacked in her arms.
She looks at me for a few seconds and leans in to give me a quick peck on my cheek. “Thanks again for last night.” She whispers, turns around, and she’s gone. I’m standing at the door looking down the stairs dumbfounded, touching the place where her lips brushed my skin. My penis again painfully hard in my trousers.
I walked over to my bedroom and lay down on my bed. I inhaled Luna’s smell that still lingered around my pillow. My cock twist, and I close my eyes. Again I can see Luna’s naked body dancing before me. I imagine her Çıtır Escort perfectly pink nipples on her small breast as I take hold of my cock. Not even bothering to take off my pants, I start to squeeze my member. I can see her sway her nubile hips seductively, her arms lifted with her hands at her ginger hair. I feel a desperate longing to touch her smooth shaved pussy. My balls tighten; I can feel my orgasm rush through my body. I imagine her blushing, her high pitched voice shyly asking. “Did I make you cum in your pants?” I inhale, again smelling her scent on my pillow.
Now that the lust is gone, I’m ashamed at my licentious action; I quickly get up and toss my stained clothes in the washing basket. After a shower, I walk down and open the pub. After a couple of hours, it’s filled with partying students again.
Around 6 o’clock, Luna was back. She sits on a stool at the corner of the counter, where I usually stand. We talk and laugh between orders. After about 2 hours, she stands up and says. “Are you watching my drink? I’m going to dance.”
“Sure, have fun.” Seconds later, she’s in the middle of the dance floor. I take her drink and place it behind the counter.
Jack walks over and pushes my shoulder. “I think she likes you.”
I look at him and shake my head. “She’s just grateful for last night.”
before he takes the following order, he says. “That’s not what it looks like to me.”
I look over to Luna; She’s dancing cheerfully. Her movement gracefully, when her olive eyes lock with mine, she smiles and sways her hips. She turns around and keeps dancing. I can’t keep my eyes off her. When a guy closes in on her, she pushes him away. She turns back towards me; her eyes find mine. Did she bite her lip?
I draft another beer for someone when Luna takes her place back at the corner of the bar. I take her coke from behind the counter and place it in front of her. she downs it in one gulp.
“Can I get a cosmopolitan Rick?”
I look at her and say with a smile. “I’ll need to see an ID for that, miss.”
She laughs and pulls out her ID card from the blue handbag. “Here you go, sir.”
I take her ID and look at it, reading her full name. ‘Luna Hastings’ I turn around the card and read her birthday. “Eighteen and a half, I’ll make you one right away.”
She laughs at my reaction when I give her passport back. I quickly mix the pink drink and place it before her. “Here you go, Miss Hastings.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She says and takes a light sip of the drink. We talk some more, and a bit later, she’s back onto the dancefloor. Again, I place her glass behind the counter. I can’t help myself, but I need to steal a glance at her dancing body every few seconds.
By the time I’m about to close the bar, Luna is the last one in the pub. She’s back at her stool at the corner of the bar and taking sips of her third cosmopolitan.
I thank my staff for their service and tell them to go home. When Alina is at the door, she shouts. “Have a good night, Rick.” With a wink, she closes the door.
I look at Luna; her eyes meet mine; my heart skips a beat. Jack’s words from earlier this evening ring in my mind. I shake my head to clear it. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Absolutely!” Luna replied, and the conversation was on again. We talked for about another hour when she got up to leave. I walked her to the door and opened it for her. “Rick, can I get your number?”
A bit startled by her request, I give her my number. She smiles and again gives me a quick peck on my cheek before she’s out the door; she turns and says. “Did you enjoy watching me dance?”
completely astonished by the kiss and her following question, I say. “Yea, you’ve got some moves.”
Another smile, with a soft voice, she says. “So did I.” and she was gone.
I closed down the bar and got upstairs. Laying down in bed, I inhale deeply. Luna’s smell was almost gone, but I still found a light fragment of it. I closed my eyes the moment my phone buzzed. I grab it from the nightstand and see an unknown number sent me a movie. I open the message and press play. I could hear the rousing beat of ‘Shot me down’ by David Guetta in the background. Luna dancing to the rhythm, clad in what I guess was a satin short and top. In seconds my cock was rock hard again. I replay the 30-second clip over and over, noticing another detail every time it played. Like a slight hint of her flat belly or a bump at her breast, of which I’m sure it’s her nipple. Her elegantly shaped legs or a touch of her groin making me wonder she’s not wearing underwear.
Shot me down; she did. My heart is racing, and my cock throbbing. I take hold of it as my phone buzzes again. I look at the message; It’s Luna again. ‘Now you can look all night long. X’
The x sends a shiver through my body; this girl is driving me insane. I grab hold of my cock and press play again. Within seconds I orgasm.
I hit the reply button and send ‘Some moves for sure! I like it! Demetevler Escort X’
her reply is short, containing only a blushing smiley and another X.
I fall asleep shortly after her text; my dreams lined with a lovely dancing redhead. When I wake up the following day, the first thing I do is look at my phone. Our conversation still open. I quickly press play on the video, enjoying it as much as the night before.
By noon I started to feel guilty. My thoughts drifted to Luna more than they should. Was I falling for a girl not even half my age? How could I let that happen? It’s inappropriate in more than one way; she’s young enough to be my daughter. I shake my head and bottom out my coffee mug.
When I unlock the pub’s door, Alina is already there, waiting to get in. She smiles at me. “Did you have fun last night?”
I knew what she meant. “Nothing happened, Alina. That girl’s young enough to be my daughter.”
Alina chuckles. “I don’t think she would mind.” She walks past me straight into the storage room behind the bar. “Besides, would you?”
I sigh, “I don’t know; it seems inappropriate.” Alina steps out of the storage room, the black blouse she just put on still all the way open. “And for fucking sake, I told you before to get dressed inside the storage room, not outside.”
“Yea, yea, I know.” She says, buttoning up her shirt. “If you like each other, I don’t see the problem.” She quickly ties the turquoise ribbon in her hair. “You like her, don’t you?”
I nod reluctantly. “Maybe.”
“See, and I think she likes you.” Before I can answer, the door of the pub opens again, and the first customer enters. Alina takes the order, and I sigh again.
This evening is no different from the previous; Luna is present again and takes her place at the corner of the bar. By the time I close down, Luna is still there. We talk some more, and when she leaves, she kisses me on my cheek.
It starts to become a pattern that repeats itself over the next few weeks. Occasionally when Luna doesn’t come, she sends me a text. It doesn’t happen often, but I’m disappointed I won’t see her when it happens. At night she’s often present in my dreams. The guilt I feel about dreaming or fantasising about her ebbing away with each passing day.
This night starts like any other.
By 6 o’clock, Luna enters the bar and sits down at the same stool at the bar. She smiles at me and orders a cosmopolitan. We talk, laugh, and Luna dances now and then. I can’t help glancing at her, and every time our gazes lock, she smiles at me.
By the end of the night, Luna again is the last one inside. The staff leaves, and when the door closes, I look at Luna.
She jumps up and walks toward the dance floor, starting to move to the beat. I smile at her lively manner and sit down at the bar. She’s wearing a light green knee-length dress that compliments her complexion. The way she’s jumping makes it dance joyfully around her body. When the song ends, she walks towards me. I notice her lightly buzzed state by her slightly less gracious step. She stops beside me. “One last drink?”
I smile at her. “Sure, What do you want?”
“Cosmopolitan.”
I get up and walk behind the bar. While making her drink, I ask. “How did you get here?”
“By car.” She walks toward her place at the corner of the bar.
I shake my head. “You drank too much to drive.” I place the drink in front of me, giving her a stern look.
She frowns. “Yea, I can walk home.” She pronounces cheerfully.
I roll my eyes and place the drink in front of her. “If you want, I’ll drive you.” The offer is primarily out of concern. If she drove here, it probably meant she lived off-campus. If that was the case, she needed to walk through the narrow forest, and that place didn’t have the best reputations when it came to walking through it at night.
She chuckled. “My knight in shining armour.” Her eyes lock on mine; I nearly drown in them. She’s close, and I feel the urge to lean in and kiss her. I quickly lower my gaze and start cleaning the bar. We resume our casual talk; she soon finished her drink, and we were on our way to her car. We agreed to take her car; that way, she would have it tomorrow.
I’m a bit surprised when I see her car. It’s a pretty big Audi, and I knew these were rather expensive. She laughs at my surprised expression.
“My dad owns a property leasing company.” she clarifies. “This car came with the lot I’m currently living in. The owner lives abroad, and since the house is near the campus, daddy took a 5-year lease on it for me.”
That I’m amazed is lightly expressed. Most houses on the leasing market are hugely expensive, and taking a 5-year lease on a home that comes with a car like this must have cost a small fortune. My suspicion only strengthened when we turned into the driveway after 15 minutes of driving.
The house itself is not huge, more like a small villa. The sight presented, on the other hand, was pure luxury. The garage door opens after Luna presses the remote control. I drive the car in carefully and stop the engine.
Luna opens the passenger door and gets out of the vehicle; she directly leans back in. “I would ask if you’d like to come in, but apparently, you’re already inside.” I laugh at her remark; before I can form a reply, she adds. “For a change, can I offer you something to drink?”
