Stopped into a sports bar that was a usual haunt some time ago, and noticed the bartender, who I’d known before, looked hotter than ever. Low back length, straight hair, long, french manicured nails, little much makeup but not slutty, and the tight yoga pants. I kept looking at her like a wolf, watching her move, tap the screen, and lean over to talk to people. I finally broke and told her, holy f***, I’ve never seen you looking this hot. Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. And do the nails red again.

I paid, way overtipped, and she followed me outside to thank me. Gave me a hug and said she felt me watching her since I sat down and “if you could have thrown me on the bar and fucked me right there, you would have”. And she was surprised I didn’t try. I thought I got away with eyeing her up like a piece of f*** meat, but, guess not. She knew the entire time.