Last weekend I rented a car and drove out of the city to go see some relatives in my home town. It’s a pretty small town, and with nothing to do I ended up spending my Friday night at The Crow, the same bar my friends and I used to sneak into as high schoolers. Right away I recognized the bartender, but I wasn’t sure if she’d recognize me. Her name was Bella, and we’d been in the same classes for two years. I grabbed a seat towards the empty end of the bar, and before I could read the menu she waltzed up to take my order. I asked a question about one of the beers and halfway through answering it she recognized me. Bella asked what I was up to these days, so I told her that I was finishing up my film degree. I asked what she’s been up to and she kind of brushed it off – bar tending, smoking weed, fair enough. A group of older guys walked in and she apologized and went to get them some drinks.
In terms of looks, Bella hadn’t changed much in the decade since I’d seen her. She still wore black lipstick and I’m pretty sure I remembered her wearing that same choker, though it fit looser in my memory. Her black jeans were probably a size or two larger, but as she walked away her wide hips filled them out, just the way I remembered. On top, she wore a massive hoodie, black unsurprisingly, with the crow logo of the bar on it. This made me think of the time she had berated me into giving her my hoodie and never gave it back. One day she’d worn it to school, and I confronted her in the hallway between classes to get it back. Backed up against the lockers, she unzipped my hoodie and said “come take it back then” with a wink. My eyes followed the brass zipper as it revealed a pale strip of skin from her choker down to her studded belt. With a cruel grin she let the hoodie fall open, revealing enough cleavage to make my mouth hang open. Staring at her boobs, I realized why she was wearing that grin. She wasn’t wearing a teeshirt underneath. And no bra either. I couldn’t strip her shirtless at school and I’d be forced to let her keep my hoodie. After that I had hated Bella and her bratty attitude. 10 years later, I just wanted to know if her pale cleavage still made my jaw drop. I took a final sip and placed my beer on the counter loudly, liquid confidence now in ample supply.
As Bella pulled another foamy glass from the tap, I resolved to make some small talk to keep her attention. “Busy night?” I asked stupidly. “Good enough”, she replied, uninterested. “How much do you make on a shift?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Not enough to quit” Bella scoffed, sounding somewhere between defensive and beaten down. “At this rate, if my Only Fans doesn’t take off
I’ll still be here next decade to pour you a beer”. With a dry laugh she placed my beer hard on the coaster, foam rolling over the lip and walked away down the bar. This time I let myself stare, trying to imagine how her pale ass must be moving under those black jeans. Was she joking about the Only Fans? It seemed like it but I had to know. On my phone, I opened an incognito tab to Only Fans, but wasn’t sure what to search for. I put in “Bella” but there were tons of options. I knew her last name, but that didn’t seem likely. What would set her apart? Half joking, I added “ass” to my search. First option was “Assabella69”, but that girl was tan and skinny, no luck. Next I try “butt”. “Bella’s_Butthole” came up, and I thought I might have found her. From what I could see this girl was thick and pale. The only issue was the pictures were all zoomed way in. I could see her pink holes spread as wide as my phone screen, but I had no idea if this was the same girl behind the bar. I remembered her choker necklace at that point and wondered if it was more than just goth jewelry. I deleted “butt” and added “bondage”. Before I even saw the pictures I knew I’d struck gold. “Bella_in_Bondage” was the account name. One click and there she was, looking up at me in nothing but her signature Doc Marten’s and a leash attached to that choker. I flipped my phone face down and chugged the rest of my beer, putting the cup down hard so Bella would notice me.
“You weren’t kidding then…” I managed while she poured my beer. This time she sipped the extra foam off the top before it spilled. “Like what you see?” she asked with a wink. Emboldened, I pulled the coaster from under my drink and lined it up right where I knew her big pink nipples sat. “I always wondered what you were hiding under that sweatshirt” I smirked. At that she blushed, suddenly sheepish, remembering. She smacked my hand and pulled the coaster away. “To my credit, you had so many of those sweat shirts, bet you didn’t even miss it” she mustered, indignant now. “So… do you film it all yourself?” I asked out of nowhere. Bella seemed taken aback, but admitted she just used her iPhone with a timer. I offered her a deal – I’d shoot her next video for free if she returned my hoodie. “Make me famous Mr. big city photographer” she replied, sarcastically, and walked off down the bar. I pulled out my wallet and counted out the bills to pay my tab and a generous tip. When she came back, Bella held the coaster up against her own boob and grinned as I examined her handy work. In the middle, she’d drawn a big black dot in sharpie, and pierced the cardboard with a toothpick. Around the edge, she’d written her number. “Food for thought” she said through that grin, and traded me the coaster for my bills. As I walked back to my relatives house, still buzzed, all I could think about was what poses would suit Bella best. Maybe this weekend wouldn’t be so boring as I’d imagined.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ymbgcp/camera_man_for_my_high_school_bullycrush