Bartender's luck

He wipes the bar when she walks in. Russian girl, dark hair, eyes still wet from crying. She orders one shot, then another. Says her boyfriend's a bastard. Says she wants to fuck someone who isn't. The bartender doesn't ask questions. He locks the door and pulls her behind the counter. She drops to her knees and takes him in her mouth, lips sliding down wet and eager. He holds her head while she works him, saliva dripping onto the floor. Then he bends her over the stool, spreads her ass, and pushes inside. She groans and pushes back. He fucks her hard there, no condom, just skin and heat and the smack of his hips against her. When he pulls out she turns around, mouth open, waiting. He strokes once and finishes across her face, hot streaks landing on her tongue and cheek. She licks her lips and smiles.