TANYA'S STORY
"Thanks. Have a good night," I scoffed.
While cleaning up the bar, I couldn't help but be annoyed. That's the third time Ivy's left me here. Why does she? The bitch doesn't need to work. She does it for fun. I have to work. My son needs me to work.
"Cheap bastards," I mumbled under my breath.
"Sorry, I haven't ordered yet," a deep voice spoke.
I turned around, my eyes widened in shock, "Sorry, not you."
I blinked a few times before realizing what a handsome man stood before me. He was tall, his skin sunkissed to perfection, and that silver fox hair was to die for.
"Too late for a drink?" he asked.
I seductively smile while shaking my blond curls, "It's past two, but I can make an exception."
"Thank you," he smirked while sitting down.
"What can I get you?" I asked.
"The best Scotch you have," he ordered.
I grabbed the 30-Year Single Malt Glenfiddich Whiskey and walked to the back room. When I returned, his eyes lit up in satisfaction. Now, if only he could satisfy me.
"Two ice cubes, please," he asked.
I did as he asked, pouring his double shot with a seductive smile. " Is there Anything else I can get you, handsome? "
"Have a drink with me," he offered. "Keep me company."
I cleared my throat, trying to conceal the smile on my lips. I placed a rocks glass on the table, which he filled for me.
"What's your name, beautiful?" he asked.
I downed the Scotch. The smooth whiskey burned as it ran down my throat, awakening the rest of me.
"Tanya," I smirked, biting my lower lip, "What's yours?"
He chuckled as he poured the both of us another round.
"Zeus," he introduced.
"Nice to meet you," I giggled.
"How long have you been bartending for?"
"About ten years."
"Do you like it?"
"It pays the bills."
"But do you like it?"
"I-I don't know anymore. I've been doing this for so long that I never thought about it that way.
"What if I offered you a better deal? Though you would have to keep working here until it's not needed anymore."
I choked on my shot. "What type of proposition is that?"
"This kind," he stated before pouncing on me like a tiger in heat.
His hot mouth was on mine, rubbing his sweet tongue between my lips. His kiss was intoxicating; I could barely think straight. My head began swirling around, and he flipped me upon the bar top. He hiked my denim skirt up and greedily pulled my panties to the side. With a growling force, he slammed his throbbing hard cock inside of me, which my body willingly accepted.
"Fuck!" I cried out in pleasure, "So fucking good!"
Zeus's rhythm quickened, and his hands held a firm grip on my hip as he shoved me down over and over again against his rock-hard body. I arched my back, Zeus ripping my bandana top off with ease and clamping his mouth down on my nipple.
"Yes!" I cried.
My legs wrapped around his waist as his thrusts quickened. A familiar pressure began to build within me, something I hadn't felt in a long time. Our passion spilled over the bar top, shattering several glasses. This felt so good; I hadn't found a single man that could satisfy me like this. Primarily, they only focus on pleasing themselves.
"Harder!" I begged.
His massive hand clamped down on my throat and began to tighten. At first, fear struck, but it was soon replaced with understanding. Zeus wasn't trying to hurt me. He wanted me to feel good. He pinned both hands above my head while still holding my throat and applying more and more pressure with each thrust. My head began to echo from the sound of my heartbeat as an overwhelming explosion engulfed me, rippling down to the tips of my toes. I trembled beneath him as I felt him cum moments after me.
Zeus leaned in, kissing me passionately, and whispered, "You're mine."