All Work, Little Play (Part 1) | F/M | Strangers, Cheating, Vibrators

I was never an early morning person, whether it was because the light of day felt like it was burning my retinas or because I always exhausted because of my, ah, extracurricular activites, shall we say, me and the alarm clock were enemies.

Maybe that’s why I chose bar work as my little side job whilst I studied, it was (mostly) evening work, I got to be sociable and honestly the tips were pretty decent. A small bit of make up and some choice outfits to accentuate my curves and I was making a decent living for myself, granted a bit of flirting helped but my boyfriend never minded – he knew that at the end of the day, what they all lusted after, he got.

The only actual downside was that it meant that my weekends were gone and every holiday was taken by the hell of hospitality and this Friday was no different.

“I thought you booked tonight off,” he remarked, looking surprisingly unbothered by last minute call in to work.

“I did.” I sighed. “But technically I’m on standby because Alan’s wife could go into labor at any minute and I just didn’t think I’d be that unlucky. I’m sorry baby.”

I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

And I did alright, I just didn’t think it would be so immediate.

I slipped into a tight fitting, lowcut shirt and a strapless bra, along with a cute little black skirt that didn’t exactly hug my ass, but made enough of my underwear peak out if I was moving about enough, and believe me I did plenty of that on the bar. Then, I said goodbye to my love and headed out.

Work was busy, unsurprisingly so for a Friday night, but it was something I was used to. By the time the clock hit 1am, I’d almost forgotten that it was supposed to be my night off and it had calmed down enough for me to engage in a little bit of light chit chat with some fella at the bar.

Placing my hand on the bar top, I leaned over and offered him a smile, though it was clear his eyes were looking directly at my cleavage, perfectly on show and almost bursting out of the bra I’d chosen for them.

“See anything you like,” I asked, for the second time, soft and sensual.

He hesitated for a second, almost flustered to be caught staring but quickly recovered.“Whiskey, on the rocks.” He managed and I raised a brow.

He was one of those then; rocks up in a two piece and a $30 haircut thinking he’s all this, and orders a whiskey on the rocks thinking he’s cool – if he wants to flash imaginary cash, I’m all for racking up that tab.

“A gentleman,” I tease, reaching for the top shelf stuff. If they don’t specify, they get the expensive stuff. “Macallen alright for you?”

I had already started pouring, showing him an awfully generous view of my ass when suddenly my perfect free pour became shaky and my knees nearly buckled at the sensation between my thighs, a quiet but powerful buzzing that I’d nearly forgotten about until just that moment.

Shit.

Trying to power my way through the initial shock of remembering the toy my love had me put in before work; a remove vibrator that was bluetooth controlled and remarkably long distance if you had a decent wifi connection, I finished the pour of his drink and cleaned up the mess I’d made on the counter.

“Starting a tab?” I asked, squeezing my thighs together as though that didn’t isolate the vibrations further, pressing the head of the toy against my clit and the rest of it deep inside me against my walls. Keeping a straight face was nigh impossible, especially when the vibrations bumped up a notch and I couldn’t help but let out a moan, praying it was drowned out by the music.

My hands tightened against the bar top, turning my knuckles white as I realised I didn’t even parse what he had replied.

“Sorry, try that again. Music.”

Poor, shitty excuses.

“A tab would be great…” he hands over his card and looks at me quizzically and I knew he’d caught on that something was wrong. “Are you okay, Miss?”

No. I really wasn’t. I was supposed to be working, I was good at this flirting business, yet here I was, a hot, horny mess all because I couldn’t get out of work and my boyfriend decided to take it out on me.

Still. I nodded. I tried to focus on his face instead of how wet my underwear was getting and to my surprise, he was actually quite handsome. Maybe I’d judged him too quickly, or maybe it was hormones at work and my want – no, NEED – to get absolutely and utterly fucked, but either way, it wasn’t helping.

“Fuck me,” I muttered, ignoring the card he’d handed me and excused myself, offering some blind excuse to my coworker to head to the back and grab my phone, texting my boyfriend a myriad of texts about how I can’t work like this. How it was cruel and torturous and I wanted to fuck him so badly, I needed something, any kind of release.

Silence.

“Cruel fucking asshole!” I yell to no one in particular, though it was clear my messages were received and read, as the buzzing subsided ever so briefly but this time, I found myself wanting them back. He’d gotten me turned on, awfully so, and I felt my thighs becoming slick with my own juices. But I wasn’t feral. I was a human and I could control my stupid desires for one night!

So. Composing myself, which was a little easier now that the vibrations had lightened though not stopped entirely, I returned to serving. Greeting me immediately was the concerned face of the customer I was previously serving and I gave him a polite albeit fake explanation of what had happened, something something *oncoming illness*, something something *y’know how winter is*.

He took it.

The next hour or so passed without further incident and the night tapered off quietly. I found out this one particular customer was called Owen, a soft spoken fellow who was in accounting and didn’t mind the outrageously large tab he’d accrued over the evening. It was when I was handing him his supposedly final drink of the evening, this was his third ‘final’ drink of the night, that the familiar buzzing got me incredibly hot and flustered all of a sudden, spilling his drink tray directly onto his lap.

My face burned, as he did the space between my legs. I was mortified and immediately bent over to clean it up, though with him sat down and having gotten very comfortable after a few rounds of liquid courage, he grabbed a handful of my ass that I was unintentionally showing off and I couldn’t help but lean into it.

“You’re incredibly attractive Miss,” he half slurred, beginning to massage my ass as I made some attempt to clean up my second mess of the night, discounting the one in my underwear. “Y’know… I’ve been staring at you all night.”

Still bent over, my chest just a downward look away and my ass in his hands, I was at direct eye level at his crotch, a very obvious outline in his pants. A very obvious. Very generous outline. It was damp from the whiskey and ice I’d spilled and I saw my chance. Grabbing my bar towel, I began to wipe him down, biting my bottom lip and doing the best I could to look awfully apologetic.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” I purred, eyes raising to meet his half lidded gaze.

“Mm, no… I think… I think, I do.” His hands moved further, past my ass and sloping down to my wet panties and the slight indent where the toy was, his fingers pressed down and pushed it further inside of me and my eyes rolled back.

“Oh- fuck.” I moaned softly, bracing myself against his thigh. “Sir, not here. Please.”

“Naughty girl.” He chuckled. “Wearing something so scandalous to work.”

Although the entire incident had only lasted a minute at most, it felt like hours, and though barely anyone had noticed it felt as though the room had its gaze on me.

“We should get you cleaned up sir, p-please, follow me.” I stammered, wondering how my flirty, confident facade had so quickly crumbled as I dragged this stranger to the cleaning cupboard, a barely used back room that I didn’t even think twice about using for my own, sordid desires.

With his hand on mine as I shut the door behind me, a million thoughts ran through my head of everything I wanted this man to do to me. I wanted him to bend me over, to see what a terrible, awful mess I’d made, to call me a filthy slut and to fuck me until I couldn’t feel my legs. I wanted him to force me to my knees, to force me to kiss and caress his throbbing cock until it was hard and stiff and drooling with precum before using my tight little throat for himself, all the while the toy controlled by my boyfriend, none the wiser, brought me even closer to orgasm.

In this moment, all I could think about was getting used, I didn’t care by who…

**Hi! If you enjoyed this, please do let me know in the comments, it’s my first bit of writing in a while and inspired by my own escapades in bar work! What did you like, what would you like to see the stranger do to our lovely barmaid, do you think her boyfriend will find out, were you turned on? Anything and everything is welcome!**

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/quf3hm/all_work_little_play_part_1_fm_strangers_cheating