I own a bar with my brothers, and while they handle the business side of things, I deal with the day-to-day stuff — including tending bar most nights.

There are some perks to being the one in charge. My favorite is getting to check out all the hot guys who come into the bar.

The only downside to my job is that, at the end of the night, I can’t just go home with whichever guy has caught my interest. I have to stay and clean up, and that takes a lot longer than you’d think. By the time I’m done and ready to head home, the place has usually been dead for a few hours, and not many guys are willing to hang around that long. I usually have to wait for a day off to find someone to go home with.

Take last Thursday night. I was behind the bar as usual, and a gorgeous guy was holding court at the center of the bar. We were flirting like crazy, but he and his friends took off around midnight, while I still had four hours of work ahead of me. Normally, I wouldn’t be too upset about something like that, but flirting with him had been a huge turn-on, and by the time he left I was in almost dire need of an orgasm.

I could barely focus on the orders I was taking the rest of the night, and as soon as the last of my employees had left, I locked the door and took a moment to make sure I was really alone. Once I was certain that I was the only person in the building, I turned off the front lights and went into the back room, where there were no windows. I wanted all the privacy I could get. Then I hopped up on the pool table and made myself comfortable.

I was still thinking about the guy I’d been flirting with hours earlier, and as I lay on the pool table, I unzipped my jeans, pushed them low on my hips, and reached inside. My pussy was already wet, and as my fingers brushed over the crotch of my panties, I felt my juices seep through the cotton. I imagined myself fooling around with the guy as I rubbed myself.

My fingers stayed outside my panties for a moment, and then ventured past the elastic waist to touch my bare cunt lips. I was soaking wet, and the moisture gathered on my fingertip as I ran my digit up and down my slit. When it was covered in juice, I moved my finger up to my clit and gently rubbed my delicate button.

The thoughts of my cute customer were arousing me, and as soon as I touched my clit, I felt a rush of excitement. I pressed harder, intensifying the sensations, then moved my fingers back to my slit so I could finger-fuck myself. I’d really been hoping to get some dick that night, and while I wasn’t going to get what I wanted, that didn’t mean I couldn’t still get fucked.

I thrust my finger into my pussy, but one wasn’t enough, and I quickly added two more. With three fingers filling me, I could pretend there was a fat dick teasing the entrance of my cunt, and I pumped them repeatedly, fucking myself.

I wiggled and writhed on the pool table, the green felt scratching my back where my shirt had ridden up. It aroused me further. It had been a while since I’d been so horny that I couldn’t even wait to get home before pleasuring myself, and I was sure that getting myself off in the deserted bar was going to make my orgasm all the more powerful. I couldn’t wait to find out if I was right!

I moved my thumb up to my clit as I thrust my fingers in and out of my slit, and my whole body felt as if it were on fire, thanks to the combination of pleasurable sensations. I worked my other hand under my shirt to fondle my breasts. Each touch brought me closer to my climax, and the pleasure was so distracting that I couldn’t stay focused on my fantasies of my hot customer.

My hands worked me over quickly and carefully, hitting all the right spots, and after several minutes, I was ready. My touches became more furious, more frantic, and I knew I would come at any second. As soon as I felt the telltale tingles racing through my body, I pressed my thumb hard on my clit and sent myself over the edge.

I continued pumping my fingers into my pussy and massaging my breasts as I rode out my orgasm on top of the pool table. When I was finished, I slid my pants back up and hopped down to the floor. I checked the green table for any signs of what I’d just done, but it was thankfully unmarred. Satisfied, I went back to cleaning up the bar and shutting the place down for the night. I’d be behind the bar again in no time, and hopefully I’d find someone to go home with.