IKHTE: The Club

I sat down at the bar, trying my best to tune out the music that must have been playing at one million terahertz over the stereo system. I felt a hand shove against my arm while I tried to hail down the bartender like those guys that stand out on airport runways flagging planes down the landing strip with their funny looking flashlights. I looked over my shoulder to see Jill staring pointedly between me and the barstool to my right.
I shrugged at her.
She threw her hands up in frustration, but I preferred to look at it as submission, and pulled the barstool out for herself and took her seat next to me. I watched as she crossed those heavenly legs of hers, the lip of her skirt riding up her thigh so that the straps to her garter belt could be seen connecting to her stockings. If she hadn’t have been crossing her legs, the entire bar would bear witness to the fact that she had nothing else on beneath her skirt other than the garter belt, it’s straps, and when she was standing, the top of her stockings.
I’ll be damned if the bartender hadn’t magically appeared before me after I was able to peel my eyes away from Jill’s endowments.
“What will it be?” he demanded, his voice barely piercing the audio system.
Of course the bastard wasn’t talking to me. He was looking straight at Jill. Whatever. He hadn’t done the things that I had done to her only moments before coming here.
“Two dirty martinis,” Jill’s squeaky voice carried over the speaker ambience with little to no problem.
I smirked to myself to see the bartenders face go limp after hearing the sound of her voice. But you haven’t seen her naked, I thought to myself. I shivered a bit as my imagination ran with the idea of her displayed nude before me, her hands running down the sides of her torso to her outer thigh. And then to her…
I reached for the peanut bowl across the bar and began to toss a few into my mouth.
Jill shoved against me with her shoulder and shook her head at me. I replaced the rest of the peanuts in my hand back into the bowl. Apparently she was concerned about the urine content in the bar snacks. My stomach growled at her in contempt.
She hooked her arm through mine and pulled me close to her. She put her mouth up to my ear, and began whispering seductively of the things we had done and the things we would be doing later in the evening. Damn was she insatiable. I was forced to raise my leg so that my foot rested on the upper rung on the barstool in order to hide the side effects of our past and promised future sexual exploits. My ears burned red in embarrassment from just hearing the things she wanted to do.
“And after that I want you to pin me against the wall and…” her lips caressed the folds of my ear, and sweat began to bead upon my forehead.
Things were only going to get better after we started drinking. As if on queue, the bartender returned with our martinis and placed them before us on the counter.
Jill took a break from her intercourse related rampage and picked up the martini with her free hand. She sipped sparingly from it.
I downed mine in one large, sexually frustrated gulp.
She placed her drink back down on the table and grabbed the cocktail olive from my empty glass. Jill then proceeded to stick the olive in her mouth and began to do explicit things that should be illegal to perform in public with olives.
Where do they make women like her, I wondered. Then I signaled the bartender for another martini.
Jill pulled herself in close to me again and began to nestle her cheek against my shoulder. She was probably cooing, although I couldn’t hear it over the music in the club. She placed her hand on my knee and began to drag it painfully slow up my leg and across my inner thigh. I wanted to remove her hand, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. This wasn’t the kind of girl you want to say no to. No, this was the type of girl that gets you to where you can’t say no, and then ends up telling you no herself. She probably got off on that, too. I was beginning to think there weren’t many things she didn’t get off to.
The bartender came back with two more martinis for us. Jill picked the one she was still working on up and finished it off.
“Say, haven’t I seen you somewhere before?” the bartender yelled.
Jill placed her cocktail olive to my lips. I bit it with my teeth and pulled it from the stirrer. I shook my head no at him as I let the alcohol from the olive saturate my mouth while I chewed it.
He shrugged at me and walked away.
Jill leaned her head in close to mine and said, “I’m hungry.”
“Do you want to get it here?” I asked her.
She nodded her head to the affirmative.
I sighed inwardly to myself and tried to get the bartenders attention yet again.
He grudgingly made his way back over to me.
I leaned over the bar top to ask for a menu when I saw his face light up with recognition.
“I know where I’ve seen you now!”
My stomach sank. I got the feeling that my life was never going to be the same after this morning. Nowhere was safe for me now.
“You’re the guy that won the lottery!” He turned around to a co-worker that was passing behind him. “This is the guy that won the lottery!”
Great, exactly what I needed, everyone in the club trying to get a free ride on my ticket. Literally.
Instead of asking for a menu I said, “Can I get the check please?”
“Yeah. Sure thing, guy!” He turned and started walking down to the other end of the bar, stopping at anyone who was paying attention, “That guy won the lottery!”
Shit.
I downed the second drink, nearly choking on the olive.
“We have to go,” I confided to Jill.
“Now?”
“Yes, right now.”
I guided her out of the stool by the arm, throwing a twenty dollar bill on the counter.
“But I’m not even finished with my drink!” she squealed. She snatched it up as I pulled her away from the counter. She dribbled a little down her chin, but successfully finished it off and placed it on another couple’s table as we passed.
“Hey!” the bartender screamed after me. “You win the damn lottery and all you’re going to leave me is a five dollar tip!”
I dismissed him with a wave of my hand as we approached the exit.
“You cheap mothe-”
The doors closed behind us cutting off his sentence.
“What now?” Jill asked me.“Cab” I replied.