Serve to be served

Abbie Cat keeps her stool at the bar warm. Renato claims every shift, every glass, every smile she gives. Tonight she shows up restless. She tugs him close by the wrist, whispers that service deserves its reward. He follows her to the back. She slides out of her dress, leaving black lace against pale skin and heavy breasts barely contained. Kneeling, she frees him, lips stretching around his length, tongue working slow and wet. Renato fists her dark hair, hips rocking. When he pulls out, she stays on her knees, eyes open, catching every warm pulse across her face and tongue. She swallows what she can, then drags a finger through the rest and licks it clean, already wondering how soon he’ll serve her again.