I work as a bartender in the cocktail lounge of a ritzy hotel.

Not only is the place frequented by extremely wealthy tourists, but it also gets famous athletes and celebrities. The hotel’s status means there’s no messing around at work, so I take my job seriously.

Most of the women employed in the cocktail lounge are career servers who show up for their shifts looking manicured and sexy every time out. They’re all beautiful, but when April got hired, she took it up another notch.

I remember the first shift she worked. I was so distracted by her I almost broke two bottles of Grey Goose while shaking martinis. She’s tall, blonde, and delicate with an hourglass figure: perfect hips and a full, juicy rack. Her eyes are always heavy, half-closed like she’s in a permanent state of serotonin bliss, and she paints her lips bright red. She’s a classic — like a twenty-first-century Jayne Mansfield.

Weeks passed. I’d made little headway with April, but there were a few positive signs. On busy nights, she would come to me with her drink orders and ask me to “save her” from annoying customers. She had this way of singling me out, but there was never enough to justify making a big move. Plus, our work atmosphere was so stiff and regulated it was hard to balance a fuck-quest on the clock. There are cameras on us at all times and our managers float in and out to make sure that the premium guests are being treated right.

Finally, though, a night came when the two of us were the last ones leaving the lounge after a particularly grueling shift. An older famous athlete had been staying at the hotel and booked the lounge for a private party. Watching these old dudes flirt with April all night was brutal. I tried to focus on mixing drinks.

After everyone was gone, we counted our money and completed our closing duties, preparing for the overnight crew to come and clean the lounge.

“That was something else,” she sighed. “Those old fuckers were too much.”

“That bad, huh?” I tried to play it cool, though my jaw might have clenched a bit.

We walked out to the parking lot and ended up at my car. She lit up a cigarette and leaned against the driver’s side door, propping her heel up like she was posing for a Marlboro Light ad from the fifties. Her blonde hair was pulled back, and her bright red lips curled around her cigarette as she slowly inhaled. Trade my dick out for that Marlboro, I thought.

“Can I have a ride home?” she suddenly asked. April went on to explain that her car was at the shop and she was going to call an Uber, but…

As you can imagine, I had no problem with the idea. I led her around to the passenger side of my car and opened the door. She slid in, sweeping up her long coat behind her. “Thank you,” she purred.

I took a deep breath before getting behind the wheel. It was a chilly night, so I turned on the heater as we pulled out of the parking lot. April didn’t say much. As I drove, she undid her coat and slipped it off her shoulders.

“Too warm?” I asked, reaching for the temperature control.

“Nope,” she said. A moment later, she grabbed my hand and pulled it toward her. She slid my fingers between her crimson lips and started sucking. Holy fucking shit, I thought.

She ground her hips into me, sliding back and forth, slow and deep. Her slit was soft as velvet, and squeezed tightly around my throbbing cock.

Immediately, I got rock-hard. She continued to run her silky tongue all over my fingers. Mindful of where this was heading, I turned down a side street instead of hopping on the freeway.

After gently choking herself with my fingers, April reached for my dick, rubbing her hand over my pants. She wiggled toward me and moaned as she started kissing my neck, running her tongue up to my ear and toying with it like a little snake. She pulled on my hair and worked her other hand up and down my cock. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled the car over so fast it pushed her back into her seat.

Without missing a beat, she grinned and undid my pants as she climbed on top of me, positioning her pussy just above my cock. I reached down and hooked my fingers into her thong, thirsty for her cunt. I pulled so hard, I ripped the thong in half. She just laughed and lowered herself onto my dick.

She ground her hips into me, sliding back and forth, slow and deep. Her slit was soft as velvet, and squeezed tightly around my throbbing cock. She moaned as I gripped her beautiful ass while she rode me up and down.

We got a perfect rhythm going, her ass in my hands as she screamed and dug her long fingernails into the back of my neck and I drilled my dick deeper inside her tight little pussy.

As if on cue with my cock, she pulled my head into her cleavage and screamed that she was going to come. I buried my face in her tits, grabbed her juicy ass as hard as I could, and locked her in place as we both exploded. I didn’t want to move for a while — the feeling was so unbelievable.

The car was steamed up when we were done and we came back to reality. April let out another little laugh as she exhaled and pressed her cheek to my shoulder.

Then she got off me and slid back onto her seat. She looked at me with those gorgeous sexy-sleepy eyes, then she noticed the ripped thong on the dashboard. She held it up with a smile. “That was fun,” she said.

I kissed her hand in agreement and took her home. 

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