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sventwo

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It was busy like any other Friday night down at Tiki Bar at the Beachfront Hotel. The smooth, cool tunes of tonight's jazz band had the ladies on the dance floor, the crowd buzzing with that ever-present drone and ... Wait, just who is that?

Sam had a knack for keeping the drinks flowing, ashtrays relatively clean and bouncing back from one conversation to another. But every once in a while, there came a girl ... no, make that a woman in this case ... that drew his attention. And this lady fit into that category perfectly. She also fit into that tight black skirt and blue blouse just fine, thank you.

Sam saw Jeremy heading toward her from his spot behind the bar, but Sam quickly stuck his 6-foot-2, lean frame in front of his fellow bartender, grabbed a napkin from the stack and flipped it down just as she walked up to the bar.

"Good evening, pretty lady. What's your pleasure?"
 
She bit her lip as she tried to decide on a drink. Back home she never would have gotten service this quickly, usually she had plenty of time to think before placing her order. "Umm... I think I'll go with whatever you recommend." Anna said not wanting to waste his time by being undeciceve. "What's the best drink you make?"
 
"Well, young lady. That all depends. I could make you a chilled martini, tropical Rum Runner or if it's a shot you fancy to warm you up, how about a slippery nipple?"

He couldn't help but smile at her, the twinkle in her hazel eyes and the way her nipples could barely be made out against her blue blouse that seemed a bit tight. He'd make her a slippery nipple, that is if she realized it actually was a drink. He leaned forward on the bar, his tight forearms revealed by his rolled-up sleeves.

Smiling and cocking his head to one side, he gazed into her eyes. "What'll it be, my dear?"
 
"A martini sounds good." She said not sure if he was seriously trying to flirt with her or if this was just a technique he used with every customer to get a bigger tip. "I'm not really much of a shot drinker... Actually I'm not much of a drinker in general." She sighed "I guess anyone on a business trip could use a few drinks though."
 
"That's okay. It really is a shot, but that's my way of trying to relax my customers," he said with a smile. "A martini, coming right up."

He chatted with his customers and stole glances at the attractive woman as he made her drink, trying not to stare too hard at her slender neck and the nice earrings exposed with her long brown hair tucked back in a ponytail. He learned long ago to never judge someone's profession or personality by their looks, mostly because he had been surprised by reality far too often.

Reaching for a martini glass off the shelf, he flipped it right-side up, gave his shaker tin a quick spin in his hand and drained the chilled martini in its glass. The liquor came a half-inch from the top and he speared an olive to drop in the glass. Perfect.

"Business, huh? And what line of work are you in? Oh, never mind. My bad. Now is the time for pleasure, nor business."
 
"it's fine. I work for a bank and they're planning on opening another one in this area so they sent me down to try and find a good location." She took the drink and drank a small sip "Its nothing exciting and so far I haven't had any success. There aren't a lot of vacant spaces for a new bank."
 
"Don't be so quick to rule out some close places," he said. "How long are you here? Maybe I could show you around the area. I'm working again tomorrow night, but Sunday is ideal for checking out this area."

That's not the only thing worth checking out, he thought, picturing in his mind her long, brown hair pulled out of its ponytail and blowing in the wind as they walked hand-in-hand along the beachfront. Once they sat in the sand to watch a beautiful sunset he'd stroke her long locks and lean in to smell her scented shampoo ...

"You were saying," he heard her say, knowing full well she had caught him in a daydream.

"Um, I know a lot of places around here and not just the beach. At 36, I'm back to bartending, something I did in college to help pay tuition. But I was let go when my publishing company downsized. So, if you'd like, I could update you on the business climate on this coast."
 
"Well if you have the time I would really appreciate the help. I'm only here for a week so that doesn't really give me a lot of time to find a place and then to get some kind of a deal going. I don't know how they though I could do this. No ones going to take a 25 year old seriously." Anna sighed thinking about how much was at stake. If she didn't find somewhere she wasn't sure she would still have a job when she got back. "I'm sorry you lost your job. You do know how to make. Good martini though."
 
"Why, thank you," he replied before taking in a few more orders and telling her he'd be right back.

UPon his return from refilling some glasses and chatting with his other customers, he returned and asked, "First things first. What's your name."

At a slight pause, he leaned in and told her, "Don't worry, I don't bite but I many nibble some."

He pulled back and laughed before she said her name was Anna. And she was 25, but it's not like he was an old guy or anything. He played volleyball on the beach when he had time and still hit the gym regularly to keep fit, so 25 did not bother him as much as it might have.

"Look Anna. A week is not exactly an ideal amount of time to accomplish your mission, but I can help. That is, if you don't mind spending some time with an old guy."
 
"You aren't old." She said before taking another sip from her drink "just because you're older than I am doesn't mean that you're old. I really don't mind. Like I said I need as much help as I can get." Anna took a deep breath "I should get going. It's late and I've got to be up early." She said as she took out her wallet to pay for the drink.
 
As she went to pay for her drink, he covered her hand and crumpled up the bill, closing his large hand over hers. Her skin on his sent a little shock wave though him. There was something about her; her looks, her soft voice, her calm demeanor in the trying position she was in.

"Look, the drink's on me. I know you just met me, but I could help. I was in communications with the publishing company I worked for. I tend bar to help people have a good time and take their minds off their troubles. If you come back here tomorrow then I'll know you accept my offer. If not, then 'twas my pleasure to meet you, Anna."

With that, he leaned over the bar, pulled her hand with the balled up bill in it, turned it over and kissed the back of her hand. He saw her looking down at her hand and when she looked back up at him he gave her a warm smile.
 
"Alright... Thanks..." She said feeling a bit flustered "I'll see you tomorrow." Anna put the money back in her wallet and left, quickly heading back to her hotel room. She showered, changed, and got into bed hoping to get some sleep before dealing with everything again the morning.
 
The next night when he came to work there was an excitement that Anna would come. Of course she said she would come back, but if she did not show it would not be the first time. Perhaps just to impress her a bit he had worked out hard that afternoon and wore his tight polo shirt that ran high on his biceps, full from curls that afternoon and solid forearms.
He was not sure when Anna would show and he worked the bar as usual, carrying on 3-4 conversations at once while pumping out the drinks and making sure everyone was taken care of. Suddenly, a stunning beauty caught his eye. He couldn't believe how sexy she looked, the way she had put up her long brown hair and, oh my, what she was wearing.
 
Anna walked up to the bar and took a seat. "I really need your help." She said clearly frustrated. "I haven't found anything that looks like it could work. I don't know what to do, I'm about ready to give up."
 
Sam liked what he saw with Anna dressed in the appropriate attire for a beachfront bar. She had on a Vneck tshirt, which showed a hint of cleavage, and her long legs flowed gracefully out of a pair of shorts. She looked much more at-ease with her long brown hair not confined by a ponytail like the night before.

"Don't worry," Sam said reassuringly. "After my sift tonight I'm all yours for Sunday and there are plenty of places to scope out. We'll find your new bank, trust me."
 
"Well how much longer until your shift ends?" She asked "If it's going to be awhile then maybe you could suggest something for me to do? I really don't feel like being stuck in this hotel tonight. Right now I just need a break from all this work stuff."
 
Well, honey, it's early in my shift and I'll be slinging drinks until 2 a.m. Why don't you get a good night's sleep and I'll meet you at the café next door tomorrow morning and we'll get started. You name the time and I'll make sure I'm there. The coast is long and narrow and there are plenty of sites to see and potential expansion places to check out.

Mark my words, we'll find you a bank. And if you're up for a little adventure, we'll find some nice areas to sneak off and tour. Like the old fort and lighthouse up the shore.
 
He had to finished his late-night shift and close the bar tonight, but he actually did have a few vacant business properties in mind, especially the two stand-alone buildings up the coast. One was by the old fort and he had it in his mind to take her there. A trip, he figured that could mix a little bit of business with pleasure. He pictured her in his arms inside the fort after he snuck her into the secret entrance, her long brown flowing behind her back and her long legs wrapped around his waist as he would grind against her and she pushed back...

His lustful thought snapped as yet another customer beckoned, "My drink's empty. How about a refill?"
 
"I guess I'll let you get back to work." She said getting up "I'll see you tomorrow... Goodnight Sam." Anna left the bar and headed back to her room and went to sleep. In the morning she got up early and dressed in shorts and a simple shirt, knowing she'd be walking around the beach. As she walked to the cafe she wondered if they'd find anything today.
 
Sam had asked her to meet him in the lobby at 9 a.m. Even though he did not finish cleaning and stocking the bar he jumped out of bed early enough to shower, shave, put on a touch of cologne and drive his Porsche the 10 miles from his condo back to her beachfront hotel.

"Sam here, at your service, m'lady. Care for a bit of breakfast before our scavenger hunt for your new bank, not to mention some great sightseeing stops along the waterfront," he asked.

Lining up alongside of her he lifted his arm at an angle to allow her to lock hers in his. That is, if she so dared.
 
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