Quenching the Thirst
The Wooden Nickel was an old bar. It had existed since pre-Prohibition days, with only superficial changes. As such, it had a few quirks. The supply room, with its big steel door for deliveries, was in the basement. To get to the barroom from there, you had to travel up a narrow service staircase. It would’ve been nice, if one of the bar’s many owners over the years had installed an elevator or a dumbwaiter.
No one
thought long-term at the Nickel.
Kayla
grabbed another keg, and prepared to make the trek up the stairs again. Ordinarily this job required lifting straps,
and at least two people. She’d long
since sent her partner home. It felt
good, to work this hard. It kept her
from thinking too much.
She was
falling into old patterns. She knew
that. She needed to use her words. But she wanted to get her head straight before
she talked, and each time a new text message arrived from the Chloe, clarity
got further away.
Fuck. Why was she like this?
She
dropped the keg in the tap cooler behind the bar. By now the walk-in fridge was nearly full. It would be weeks before the bar could go
through all this beer.
She
didn’t feel like stopping yet.
Kayla
paused in the customer area, wiping sweat from her brow. The cute girl at the end of the bar was still
there. Kayla had noticed her about an
hour ago. She was really, really
attractive. Alarmingly so. And she didn’t seem interested in the dozen or
so other people laughing and joking around the bar. Wherever Kayla went, the girl followed with
her eyes.
And now,
they had caught each other staring.
Tentatively,
the girl lifted her hand. She waved.
Kayla
waved back.
She
decided she could use a drink. Get her
stamina back. She sat down near the
girl, a single barstool between them.
The girl
looked at her, for what felt like a very long time.
“You’re
really strong,” she said, her voice quivering nervously.
Kayla
grinned at her, and flexed. “Strong as
an ox, and almost as smart as one.”
The girl
laughed. “I’m sure that’s not true. I’ve um, been watching you tonight.”
“I
know.”
The
woman blushed. “Sorry. It’s just really impressive, what you’re
doing. Um, hey. I promise I don’t usually come on this strong.
I was wondering… do you have a
boyfriend?”
Kayla
laughed hard. The woman laughed
uncertainly with her.
“I
haven’t had a boyfriend since I was nine. I have a girlfriend. Possibly even two.”
“Oh. Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”
“It’s
okay. I think the three of us have what
you’d call, an understanding.”
“Oh.” The girl looked hopeful.
“Now
you’re supposed to ask when I get off.”
The girl
smiled shyly. She was even more
attractive up close. Kayla did have a
type, after all. Short and shy, with big
tits. The blue hair was also a plus.
“When do
you get off?”
Kayla
slid into the unoccupied barstool between them. She casually put her arm around the girl’s
shoulder. “My shift was up two hours
ago. I’m just having fun at this point. I’m thinking I’ll call it quits… now-ish.”
The
woman looked elated. “Can I just say? This is really hot. I’ve never picked anyone up at a bar.”
“I’m
pretty sure I’m the one doing the picking.”
“That’s true.
I’m not in control of what’s happening,
am I?” The woman stared into her eyes
for a moment, smiling mysteriously. “You’re
really pretty. And tall.”
She
leaned down so she could growl in the woman’s ear. “You like tall girls. Huh?”
The girl
nodded eagerly.
“What if
I were even taller?”
“What do
you mean?” she breathed.
Kayla
looked her dead in the eye. “If I were
taller than I am now. Say, a lot taller.
How would that make you feel?”
The girl
squeezed her legs together. She put her
hand on Kayla’s hip. “Turned on.”
“Hmmph. Well. I
was thinking about having a drink after my shift. I was going to drink alone but… now, I think I
could use a little company. How does
your place sound?”
“It
sounds amazing. But um. I don’t even know your name?”
She
stood up from the bar, offering the smaller woman her hand. “I’m Kayla. What about you, short stuff?”
The
woman let Kayla help her to her feet. It
was funny. She knew the girl was short. But when she stood up, it was almost as if the
woman lost a few inches. Like a magic
trick.
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