Absolutely Unforgivable(20)
“You don’t need a license to serve beer. You’ll be a behind the bar waitress for the night,” he muttered as he walked around looking at his sign with a big grin on his face.
He looked back at me before walking off and reminded me not to touch any liquor, not even for a second. I nodded in agreement and watched him walk away. I had been around the bar scene for long enough to know how serious it was for an unlicensed bartender to serve drinks. I wouldn’t dare dream of it.
I looked around at the large tubs of beer and ice behind me. Okay, this is going to be easy. I only had to serve beer. I could do that. Anyone could do that. And one by one the customers started lining up.
Because I only had to grab beer bottles and hand them over to the customers that came up to me, my line moved fast. His idea had actually been a pretty good one and it sped things up behind the bar significantly. The other bartender looked to me with appreciation written all over her face. I completely understood what she felt at that moment. I knew what it was like to be alone behind the bar on a busy night.
In between sets I brought the boys buckets of beer and sat them on the table. They seemed grateful and showed their appreciation with a series of crudely sexual remarks each time I came by with a new bucket of longnecks for them to devour. Ahh, boys will be boys, I tried to remind myself each time.
When the night was over I was beyond ecstatic. My feet were killing me. As great as my new shoes may have looked, they weren’t meant for hours of standing behind a bar, slinging drinks.
It turned out the old man in cowboy boots was named Henry and he owned the bar. He asked if I would consider coming in to work again on Friday and Saturday and after discussing it with Jeromy,
I agreed to help. Tomorrow, however, I would be smart about my attire and wear something far less painful on my feet and just in case there are any other issues that arose I would fill out the online application for a temporary servers permit. It’s better to be safe than sorry.
It was nice to feel needed and, even better, I was earning some of my own money. The people at this bar tipped really well, even just for serving them beer.
Friday and Saturday night went by fast. Rowdy’s was so packed I could barely keep up. I felt bad that I didn’t get to spend much time with Jeromy and the boys over the weekend but I could tell they liked that I helped their friend Henry out of a jam.
Jeromy started his new job on Monday, so I wanted to spend every minute of his last day of freedom together. I suggested we hang out by the pool and I put on one of my new bikinis that he got me and met him downstairs.
There was a large stereo outside so I turned it on. I couldn’t find any station that I liked and then I realized that it had a docking station so I ran inside to grab my iPhone. I plopped it in and flipped to the first song. It was Rick Springfield, I’ve Done Everything for You.
I had forgotten that I downloaded his greatest hits album after that night with Billy on stage. I couldn’t seem to get the Jessie’s Girl song out of my head. Oh well, I shrugged. This song is as good as any I suppose.
I didn’t think anyone was around except Jeromy and me, so I danced around like a fool, mouthing the words as if I was really singing the song, trying my best to be seductive. I remembered seeing the moves in some movie and I tried my best to mimic them, to try and turn Jeromy on.
What I didn’t know is that directly above me was Brick, who ran the band’s website. He was in Billy’s office upstairs and had a bird’s eye view of the whole show.
After my little dance for Jeromy, I walked over to him. He was lazing on a lawn chair with a big smile on his face. I came over to him and sat on his lap. I threw all of my weight onto him, forcing him to lay all of the way back.
“Did you like my dance?” I asked Jeromy seductively.
But before he could answer I leaned in and began to kiss him. I ground my body against his as he pulled me into him even tighter, deepening our kiss.
After we made love in the lawn chair, I looked around, worried that someone might have been able to see it. But Billy’s yard was big and covered with swarms of trees so I felt like I was safe from prying eyes.
Chapter 6 - Betrayed By My Dreams
That night as I fell asleep securely in Jeromy’s arms, I must have had been thinking of Billy for some reason because the thought of his sinfully delicious body crept into my dreams.
In my dream I accidentally brushed up against him as he walked past me in the living room. Without saying a word he came up behind me and our bodies started swaying to the song that was playing only in our heads.