“What can I get started for ya?”

 

I had walked into a local bar on the beach. I needed a break from the sun. Plus… I was hungry and thirsty for a beer.

 

“Mich Ultra please. Could I have a food menu too?”

 

“Sure thing hun”

 

I noticed right away the absolute beauty of this woman in front fo me. A woman working that fine ass of hers hard behind the bar 

 

“Y’all are busy today”. I explained.

 

“Yeah, it’s a hustle on Saturdays.” She said with a kind and caring smile.

 

“This is my fun job. I’m only here on Saturdays. The rest of the week, I do the whole office thing.”

 

“I get that. I did the corporate office bullshit for half of my life. Now I’m making my own dreams come true. I’m glad you kept this gig if it’s fun.”

 

“Yeah” She said quickly and continued mixing drinks, periodically answering the radio calls from downstairs. Calls aways asking her if she’s ready for another table. She was running the entire upstairs, basically on her own.

 

I’m not sure what her nationality was. But her caramel colored skin went beyond her tan. Plus her jet black hair was a dead give away.

 

“If ya don’t mind me asking, what is your office job?” I asked.

 

“I sell educational vacations. What’s that right? I’ll tell ya when I get back.” She said amidst her wild chaos of drink making. She made it look so fuckin simple.

 

“Yup. That’s my next question indeed.” I smiled back.

 

She picked up the tray of drinks she’d been making and whisked away!

 

“Y’all definitely play good music here”. I explained to the barback. A young guy with a positive and vibrant personality.

 

“Yeah. Today it is.” He smiled.

 

“Depends on who's controlling the radio, right?” I joked with him wittily. 

 

Then that gorgeous woman whisked back behind the bar.

 

“I work with teachers and help them plan educational trips for their classrooms. Like history classes going to Europe and such.” She picked right up where she'd left off. 

 

“I don’t know, that sounds fun too,” I smiled with some fun.

 

“Yeah. It definitely is. But it’s sales, y’know. Always feel like I’m behind”.

 

And then she whisked away with another tray of drinks.

 

“I had the title of sales too.” I chuckled to the barback. It always ends up the best sales people run the whole fuckin company.”

 

“What do you mean?” He asked, clearly wanting to know the answer.

 

“What any good sales person understands is that we’re only selling a promise. And if that promise isn’t delivered, we know nobody is coming back. That’s why so many people hate the sales person in the companies they work at. Cause we hold people accountable. And that includes the fuckin owner.”

 

“Cause they’re usually causing most of the problems” the young man laughed back.

 

“Exactly!” I laughed.

 

I ordered my sandwich and then sat back to enjoy. I was out of the sun, but still on an outdoor patio. I’m from Michigan y’all. Anytime I can sit outside in beautiful weather. I’ll do it. Cause Michigan doesn’t get much of that. About 6 weeks total out of the year is all.

 

I watched this caramel skinned beauty move and shake behind that bar. As I did, I couldn’t decide which view I enjoyed better. Was it the view from her front? That beautiful smile. One that truly made her eyes sparkle and shine even brighter. 

 

Or…

 

Did I like the view from behind?

 

Damn those shorts are fuckin short.

 

Mmmm… mmmm. What I wouldn’t give to know how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of this Tootsie Pop. And I bet the reward is a helluva lot better than some wad of candy. 

 

This chick has a heart of gold. I can just tell.

 

And speakin of her shorts. There’s a little tear in just the right place. An itsy bitsy square perfectly placed. Almost as though it was put there on purpose. 

 

That little peek a boo window into paradise is located on her left cheek. In that sweet spot on a woman’s ass. Right where her thighs meet her tush. Creating the cute and sexy dimple-like line.

 

Down boy!