Confessions of a West Palm Slut – The Rising – Chapter 17

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The door shut with a louder thud than normal.Pat had left and I managed to pull myself out of bed and finally shower. On a positive note, I had likely broken things off with Pat. No more inadequate sex. No more immaturity. No more short jokes.On the flip side, I was now without my main source for sex and my hormones were bouncing off the wall. After the week I had, one would think my sexual appetite would be quenched; however, it seemed the more I got the more I wanted. I had Marco tabbed as my next regular and planned to ask Jay for his telephone number tomorrow while working at the golf course.Tonight, I was working the late shift at the bar. When I arrived to work at seven o’clock in the evening the bar was empty. At this point, we all wondered how much longer we would have jobs. Numerous bartenders had already quit. Courtney cut her hours in half, staying on board simply because the owner begged her to. Servers and hostesses and barbacks were easy enough to replace but bartenders and general managers were much harder to find.Trent was the GM tonight. He was in his mid-thirties and a veteran of West Palm. Trent had worked his way up through the service industry before retiring once he got married, three years ago. His wife, Kelsey, and he were one of the few couples who made it work in this crazy city. Kelsey had the looks of a country club mom but was living on the budget of a general manager after both his and her real estate aspirations had failed.Paul was bartending tonight and was known for two things – being eye candy which kaçak iddaa drew the women into the bar and having a recurring coke problem. Courtney had fucked him back in the day but grew disinterested once his coke use started affecting his cock use.Finally, there was Nicole, the brunette with the boobs. If I didn’t know any better, I would have guessed she was the one with the coke problem given how skinny her arms and legs had become. Nicole was constantly complaining of a bad back from working although one would assume the size of her tits wasn’t helping.The night was slow, especially for a Friday. There was a smattering of regulars and tourists who popped in and out. There was a bachelorette party that brought the most action of the night. They were loud and obnoxious, as bachelorette parties typically were. Five of the women wore black with “bridesmaid” sashes and one wore white with a “bride” sash. They ordered a fair share of shots from Paul and likely would have left for a more enticing bar if his looks and flirting hadn’t drawn at least one of them in.Other than serving a few beers, I spent most of my night chatting with Nicole and cleaning the bar simply to keep busy. It was disappointing when Trent decided to close early but at that point, there was little money to be made anyway.”If it wasn’t for that bachelorette party, we would have had our worst night,” Trent admitted.”Get them drunk, take their money,” Paul said with a wink and a wipe of his nose.”Did you see that one girl do that blow job shot? What an amateur!” Paul kaçak bahis quipped.”I’ll take an amateur blow job any day. I’m married. Those don’t really exist anymore,” Trent joked.”You guys are so disgusting,” Nicole chimed in. “No woman wants your dirty dicks in their mouth!””Looks like one does,” said Paul, lifting up his cell phone indicating one of the girls had reached out to him.”Can you close up?” Paul asked Nicole.”Sure. Get out of here you he-whore.”Nicole went back and informed Trent that she had relieved Paul while I cleaned up and waited for her.”Do you want to go grab a drink? It’s still early,” I asked Nicole.”Sorry. I already have plans. Maybe another time?””Okay. I can close up if you need to go.””That would be great! Thanks, Kelly. All that’s left is a final run-through of the bar area and bathroom and then lock up on your way out.”I closed up the bar area and went to the lady’s room. It was slightly dirty, but the cleaning could wait until early tomorrow.I then checked on the men’s room. I opened the door as Trent finished a line of cocaine.”What the fuck?” Trent yelled.”Sorry. I thought you were gone. I was closing up.””Nicole told me she was closing.””She was, but I told her I’d close for her.”I was scared. I didn’t know Trent well. His face was beet red and frowned with anger.”Do you have any more?” I asked, pointing to the residue on the bathroom sink.Trent pulled out a small bag and emptied it onto the sink. I grabbed the rolled-up twenty-dollar bill from his hand and made easy work of the line.”There. All cleaned illegal bahis up,” I joked. “Want to grab a drink somewhere since we closed early?””No. I have to get home to Kelsey.””No blow job Kelsey?” I quipped, poking fun at the comment he had made earlier.”Not funny, Kelly. I’d prefer if you kept that between us. I shouldn’t have said it.””Oh, come on,” I continued joking, the cocaine erasing what little common sense I had.”Seriously, Kelly. I’m not joking. Knock it off.””Has it really been that long, Trent? Like a whole month?””Try like a whole year,” Trent said dead serious.”Holy shit,” I answered, now serious as well.”Yup, like the switch flipped to off as soon as the honeymoon ended.”Without a word, my body and instincts took over. I was on my knees, looking up at him while unbuttoning his shorts. I didn’t know why I was doing this other than someone was being denied something I could provide. We were both stoic, not saying a word, not stopping this action. It was an unspoken agreement of supply and demand; between one with an oral fixation and one experiencing oral famine.Trent’s shorts and underwear dropped to the floor, and his cock jumped in excitement as I sucked the head and only the head. The blood slowly expanded his cock in reaction to my touch. There was no aggression on his part as he simply stood there, leaning back against the bathroom sink while I reintroduced him to the beauty of blow jobs.Trent was now rock hard and an impressively thick six and a half inches which I playfully took an inch at a time, hiding the fact that I could easily deep throat a cock of this size. My tongue flicked his cock head inside my mouth before gliding along the bottom of his shaft, only stopping once my nose pressed against his belly.

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