Hey Bartender (closed)

[writingmom89]

Reese Montoya
Age: 22
Bartender at Captain Jack's

Reese ducked into the bathroom and checked herself out in the mirror. She tugged on her bikini, plumped up her breasts, checked her makeup and hair. All seemed to be in perfect order. She had two minutes until her shift started.

It was Friday evening, and the beach goers would soon be making their way from their hotels to begin their evening out... and many of them would end up there, at Captain Jack's, an ocean front bar, with ample dance floor space on the white sand beach, and a large stage that attracted many bands and singers- both local and famous.

But the music and dance floor wasn't what attracted most of the patron's there. It was the bartenders. Known for being smoking hot- both male and female- and for their amazing dance moves, the bartenders at Captain Jack's were the star attraction, and Reese was lucky enough to be one of them.

A college student, going to school for fine arts, dance specifically, Reese was thrilled to have landed the job at Captain Jack's. Not only did she make enough money each summer to sustain her throughout the school year, but she could also do what she loved every single night, and get paid for it... dance!

Sure the dancing was a little provocative, and the outfits revealing.. but she didn't mind. And apparently neither did the patrons, because she was one of the most popular, and requested bartenders there.

"REESE WHERE ARE YOU?" she heard her manager bellow from outside of the restroom. One more quick glance and Reese headed out front.

Time to get to work.

 

[_Apocalypse_]

It had only been a week since Jake Bolton had returned from the Middle East. Now, it was time to settle down, pick up the reigns of his father’s old business and get life back in control – but the endless parades and commemorative ceremonies he had to attend, took away from all that. He needed something to relax himself.

And so, he found himself at Captain Jack’s with a couple of friends, a good table, and a beer in his hand. The entire gang was clad in their army uniforms but Jake was the only one who had half a dozen honorary pins and medals to show off, hanging from his shirt. They’d just returned from an event.

“Some foxy red head is gonna dance tonight,” one of the burly men beside him stuttered in a half-drunken dialect. “Red head?” Jake asked, smiling back at him. It was 4 years he’d spent in the military – sure, it paid off all the loans and college debt he’d accumulated, but it kept him from women for quite a while.

“There she is!” a voice called out from the crowd as the rest of the audience started hollering around him. She must really be something – Jake thought, just as he took a sip from his beer. It was his first time here, and he was rather excited to see what everyone was talking about. Stretching his neck, he widened his eyes to take a look. Wearing his simple army jacket and the typical camouflage uniform, the man stood out from the crowd.

 

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Reese pasted on a smile as she trotted out into the bar area. Cat calls erupted from several of the men who saw her first and she threw a wink their way. One of the girls down on the other end of the bar was slammed, so Reese quickly made a few drinks to help her out. There were certain girls at Captain Jack's who solely made drinks.. then there were girls who were there and could help out, but they were mostly there for entertainment and to bring in the tips. Reese definitely fell in the latter category.

A few moments later, her manager, Jim, asked if she was ready and she smiled and nodded her head. Agiley, she climbed up onto the top of the bar as the first few notes of Luke Bryan's "Country Girl" song began to play. The bar erupted in whistles, cheers and cat calls. Reese tossed them all a saucy grin and surveyed the people below her.

Two other girls joined her, flanking her on each side. They were both strong dancers as well, but not as strong as Reese. She was front and center. The music really got moving and the girls began their dance, a synchronized set of steps, meant to showcase swaying hips, jiggling breasts and shaking asses, just as Luke "requested" in his song.

Money began to be slapped down on the bar left and right, shoved in tip jars, under drinks, wherever it could go. The drink girls collected it as fast as it was set down.

By the time the song was over Reese was breathless, but grinning from ear to ear as she looked out at the patrons again. Her eyes drifted across the bar area and she caught sight of a table full of men in camouflage. Smiling she hopped down from the bar, grabbed a round of drinks and headed that way.

Several men copped a feel as she walked by, but she ignored them, heading straight for the table or soldiers.

"Evening boys" she drawled in her soft, husky voice. "Care for a drink, on the house, in honor of your service?" she asked, smiling, her eyes lighting on one of the men in particular. A decorated soldier, with cautious, but striking eyes. He was gorgeous.

"My name's Reese" she said to everyone, but her eyes were locked on his.