From my briefcase... thought I'd post to my blog. Hope you enjoy...
Dinner At The Bar by Ritzy Ritzhaupt
A not so lovely Thursday had just happened to Miss Beth. She
was exhausted, hungry and in desperate need of some relaxation.
Where
else, but to the local bar where she could enjoy some people watching, she
thought as she parked her car over one street.
Upon entering the bar she was greeted with glad tidings from
the duty bartender, she knows them all. They had started their shift at six pm
and were in rare form, already a line was forming to order drinks. Miss Beth was
given the last open stool at the bar by the duty bartender Paul, as she called
him by his first name and rarely used his bar nickname of “Frog”. He was given
that nickname because he makes you think of a little boy at play, treasuring a
frog in his pocket. I know its lame, but most the staff has nicknames. Miss
Beth only resorts to calling him “Frog” when he is busy and the only way he
pays attention when super busy, is when he’s called by the childish name, Frog.
“Hey, what’s good on the menu?” The oversized gent, in the
slouched cowboy hat asked the cook, as he came out from behind the bar.
“Oh, Fritos, potato chips,” he blandly replied to his most
obnoxious customer.
“Cookie, you have a better idea than that.” The frustrated,
would be dinner shrugged with disgust. “I’m just trying to buy a meal here,” he
let fly to the other patrons of the bar.
Cookie had been walking behind the bar and took the last few
steps to the front door for a quick smoke break, as it closed on his reply,
“Don’t need your crap today.” His eyes rolled in disgust at having to p l e a s
e this customer. He inhaled deeply, the
pungent smoke from his fancy and pricey, blue cigarettes. He quickly darted
around the corner of the barber shop and out of sight, as he hid in the
peaceful ally.
“Don’t tell me, you had another run in with Harvey?” Luke
shook his head to acknowledge the futility of Cookie trying to appease Harvey
over food. “Geez, I think you two would learn by now. Can’t you just let him
order?”
“It’d be fine if he’d just order. No, he’s got to demand extras.
You know, like the Linda salad. I could kill that girl for coming up with that
god damn salad. It’s got ta have avocado slices and extra onions on the damn
thing. We’re just a bar not a four star restaurant!” Cookie puffed on his
cigarette, showing his misshapen front teeth, as he growled in disgust. Watching
Cookie pace as he puffed, made it truly hard to belief that he had been one
heck of a woman in his six inch heels on Halloween. The spaghetti straps and
ponytail almost fooled patrons, until he turned around revealing his beard.
Harvey adjusted his cowboy hat as he taped his earpiece to
answer an incoming call. “No, man that’s fixed, your computer is ready to use.
Yup, did that too. Okay. Yes, call me if you have trouble.” He owned his own
business repairing and making work, outdated computers for small businesses,
individuals and a couple of private schools. He sold new package deals too. They
included fully loaded computers with whatever a company or person required. A
majority of his costumers were befuddled by today's technologically and constantly needed to be walked
through the logging on process by Harvey.
He sat back in his stool, grateful for the back and arms
that made it so comfortable. He allowed his shoes to slip to the floor and
rested his stocking feet on the metal rail. In full comfort, he intently
studied the blue paper menu, as if seeing it for the first time.
He set his empty Bud Light down sideways on the bar and gave
it a little spin. This was his special signal, he was ready for another. The
bartender’s kept track on his coaster with pen marks, so they could easily see
how many he had, it was vital to keep track. He’d order the maximum number of
drinks he’d consume for the night. He always paid with cash, making a person
wonder, if he was hiding out from someone. A wad of bills would appear just before
Happy Hour ended, to get cheaper prices. The bartenders delivered one beer at a
time, keeping the rest cold until he was ready for another brew.
Starlite, the bouncy bartender, asked him for his dinner
order, as she tossed his dead bottle in the recycle bin and popped the lid off
a fresh brew. She was the thinnest woman
he had ever seen, maybe a size one or two, but she had a set of sisters that made
every man stare. Harvey took in the full view with pleasure. He continued to gaze
as she marked his coaster with another hash mark.
Oh, here
it comes… wait… Oh, he could have shot Bobby for walking in just then, Harvey
held his breath. Bobby got a welcoming “Hello,” from Starlite, before she
continued to bend lower, unloading the dishwasher.
He was sure his heart would
stop beating or beat so fast he’d need the aid car. The view was easily worth
the wait, big lushes melons… He had to do something before he burst. “Girl,
I’m gonna have the double stack burger. Leave off the pickle, lightly salted
fries and some ranch. I’d really like a little horseradish on the side.
Miss Beth slid up behind him as he continued to give his
order and her breast touched his back.
Harvey gave a throaty, “Mmmmm,” as he leaned back, pressing
into her, to see who was being so generous with their welcoming gesture. “Hey
girl, how’s it going?” He quipped with the sheer pleasure of feeling up a woman
without having to do a thing.
“Sweet,” she grinned devilishly, she knew he had enjoyed the
contact, as she adjusted the stool next to him, persuading her girth into the space.
Dissatisfied by how she was placed, she dismounted, moved the stool and climbed
up again.
The second bartender, Chase, deepened his smile as he
watched her commandeer the bar. Miss Beth didn’t do a thing but act natural.
She had no clue of the power she held over the men. It made him chuckle as he
placed her shot of Rockin’ Rye in a big glass. She had explained to him, “It
allows walking around room and I never lose a drop.” He placed a large glass of
ice water with a slice of lemon next to her liquor. He knew he’d be filling up
that glass of ice water a few more times, before she came close to drinking the
rye. Boy, can she nurse a drink… Chase
thought, as she took a tiny sip of the rye and a large swallow of water.
When he’d first started working at the bar, she drew him
close and said, “We can be friends as long as you understand you never, ever remove my liquor glass until I say I’m done with it, even if
it looks empty. And keep my water filled. You take care me, I take care you, got
it?” She asked with a stern stare giving him her directions for proper service,
with the tenor of an old schoolmarm instructing her distracted students.
“Yes, mama,” Chase answered looking solemn, as thought he’d
been given an order by the President himself.
“Thank you,” She sweetly said with all the warmth his mom
would give. It made him feel as though he should dive in for a good sized hug,
but he restrained himself. He wasn’t sure he’d get punched by the capable older
woman. She cocked her head as she told him, “Chase you have the most divine
dimples I’ve ever seen… mm, mm, mm,” she sighed.
He was dazzled by her words
and declared right then and there, to be a fan of the blunt, Miss Beth.
“Hey, Dragman,” she said sending a wave and a wink to the
big biker at the end of the bar, once she had comfortably reseated herself.
He was standing, meticulously peeling the label off his soon
to be empty beer bottle, being careful to keep it in tack. He stacked it with
three other labels. Each was neatly rolled into a skinny tube from beers he’d previously
downed. “Where you been hiding? Haven’t seen you around for some time?” An
overly abundant amount of facial hair danced as he talked with his glasses
perched on the end of his nose. He resembled Santa in stature and beard, making
it hard to watch him indulge in straight shots between beers. You just knew
Santa wouldn’t do such a thing.
“Busy,” Miss Beth replied with a teasing grin and a flutter
of her unpainted eyelids. She gave him her most mischievous shrug, leading his
mind down a dangerous path.
Cookie stood in front of Miss Beth and asked, “You eating
dinner?”
“Yes,” She nodded seductively. This was Miss Beth, clueless
to the way she appeared… very sexual. He leaned in closer draping his right arm
all the way across the bar, separating her and Harvey, putting his back to him,
he asked in a lowered voice, “Do you think you’d enjoy some ribs I made, tender
and sweet?” Only a few knew, he’d picked up something special to prepare food
for the crew and a few invited patrons.
“I love pork ribs… yummy.” She said, in a whisper with
exaggerated gestures. “Yes, p-l-e-a-s-e.”
as she stretched her chin in the air making it seem very luscious, like part of
a sex act.
Harvey leaned over whispering, “He’s in love with you, you
know?” He really wanted to know how she got such service. “Geez,” he muttered
as he stood to go outside. He could hear her explosive gaffs of contagious laughter,
even standing out on the sidewalk.
Minutes later Cookie set a hot plate of tender ribs in front
of the heartily laughing Miss Beth. One bite told her they were superb!
Whatever he made she’d eat. She motioned for Chase to come over. “Put whatever
Cookie wants to drink on my tab.”
The men watched her devour the ribs, licking sauce from the
side of her mouth with pleasurable, mmms added. She slowly licked each finger
with heavenly gusto. The men were intent on watching her as they created their
own sexual fantasies. They never noticed Chase watching the whole scene play
out. He only hoped the owner had the surveillance cameras rolling as he
normally did, since the eating process made for a killer scene.
Straight shots of liquor were ordered by all the men at the
bar as they continued to gap. Their mouths hung open as she clean each bone of its
meat. She sucked each rib of the thick, red, rich sauce with an added, 'Mmmm". Some
even licked their lips as they took in her display.
Miss
Beth certainly knows how to enjoy her food, thought Chase, as he
chuckled to himself.
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