Pops' Bar

This is my first story submission, all creative comments are welcome.

A special thanks to Jack Orff for his editing.

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Well, she had been unemployed for two months now, and still there was no light at the end of the tunnel. She had a last resort option, but even that was starting to look better then having the power turned off. Isabella, Izzy to her friends, sat back at her computer and ran her hands through her long straight black hair. She had a friend who worked at the bar on the edge of town that had decent food, strong drinks, and good music. They were also known to offer ‘private dining rooms’ for those customers who knew how to ask. Her friend, Krista, had been hinting that the owner would give her a job if she came by and looked cute.

Izzy had waitressed and done some bartending before, but she knew that was not really the position that was open. She had never really thought about becoming part of the adult entertainment before, but now that all the other doors had been shut in her face, it started to sound more exotic then totally taboo. Krista had told her many times before that her curvy body and bright blue eyes would be an overnight hit there, and she could probably be living well fairly quickly. So it was something that Izzy was thinking about more and more. Before she could change her mind she grabbed her cell, and called her friend.

“Hello?” A silky voice answered.

“Krista, hey it’s Izzy.”

“Hiya Izzy!” Krista squealed, then continued in her slight southern drawl, “How are ya doin, darlin?”

“Well, that’s kind of why I’m calling you. Do you know if Pops’ is still looking for a, ummm, new girl?” She asked, not sure exactly what answer she wanted to hear more.

“I don’t think he’s officially lookin’, but he has told me, if I knew someone, I could always go talk ta him. Ya want me ta ask? I will for you, darlin’.”

Izzy took a moment to double check herself. “Yeah, Krista. I think I’m going to give it a shot, see how it goes.”

The other woman squealed again, “Oh, yay! I’m so excited! Ya have any questions, ya can always come see me. Ok, I’m down here right now, so lemme ask, and I’ll call ya right back.”

They said their goodbyes, and Izzy was sure from the way Krista had acted that she would probably hear something within the hour. 30 minutes later her cell buzzed, and sure enough, it was Krista.

“Hey, darlin’! Pops said that you could come on down tonight, at 8:30 for an interview. Now, ya know how ya are going to be interviewed, right?”

Izzy swallowed. “Yeah,” She breathed. “I know.”

“Isabella,” Krista said calmly. “Pops is super nice, and loves all his girls. He would never do anythin’ ta hurt us, and he would never let anyone else hurt us. Keep that in mind, and just try to relax and be yourself.” Krista giggled, “I know from all our talks about guys, and techniques on everythin’ from suckin’ cock, ta just the right way ta tilt yer hips while yer in doggy, that ya have what it takes to make it here.” Izzy could not help the grin that spread across her face.

“Yeah, ok. I’ll try.” She said.

“You’ll see, darlin’. Pops will be yer favorite man by tomorrow. Promise. I have a table, so I’ll talk to ya later. Have fun, Izzy!”

“Ok, see ya Krista.” Izzy closed her phone and took a deep breath. She loved sex, it was just the idea of being paid for it that made her nervous. Ok, she had a few hours to get ready, so she decided to take a shower then figure out what she wanted to wear. As she walked down the hall she felt some of the nerves calm down. When she got to the bathroom door she tossed he cell through the bedroom door onto her bed then walked over to the tub.

She turned on the water, made sure she had a nice hot stream, cut the shower on, stripped and stepped into the flow. After shampooing and putting the conditioner in her hair she made sure her body was nice and smooth, and freshly shaven. Then she rinsed herself off and decided to take a few moments to relax. She slipped one hand between her legs, fingers teasing her clit, and pinched one of her nipples with her other hand. She started rubbing a circle around her clit, then slipped two fingers into her hot pussy and moaned.

Izzy reached up and took the massaging shower head down, flipped it over to the jet setting, lounged back into the tub then went back to playing with her pussy. While she slid her fingers in and out of her cleft, she aimed the jet of water to a spot that was just above her sensitive clit. Her hips jerked a little as the hard stream of water hit that nub. She made herself sit still, and moved the jet around her clit, then when she could not stand it any more she found that sweet spot and held the jet of water right over it. Moaning, she felt the pleasure building in her; a warm rush filled her body then she hit that peak and felt it shatter, making her moan and scream.

After her very relaxing shower she toweled off, went to her closet and started pulling out shirts and skirts. It was going to be a hot night, August in the south was good for that, so she had plenty of her sexy bar outfits to choose from. She was debating on a tight scoop-neck short sleeve shirt that was almost the same color as her eyes, or a dark purple tie-behind-the-neck halter-top that cut low, exposing a lot of her creamy breasts. She was a 36B, so nothing huge to brag about, but she knew how to use what she had. One asset that she was proud about was her ass, and the tight black skirt she picked out showed it off perfectly. It was knee length and had slits up both sides. She decided to top off the outfit with her garter belt, fishnet thigh-highs, thong, and slip on black heels with open toes.

Once she had it all on, and her makeup fixed she went to the full length mirror, and took a deep breath when she saw what was looking back at her. A very sexy woman, about 5’6″, curvy but still athletic, a body dressed to kill with her hair swept up, a few soft strands left loose to brush her shoulders. Smokey blue eyes, dark lipstick making her full lips look like they were begging to be kissed. This was how she usually dressed when she went to the bar, but the reason behind this trip gave her look a new awareness that seemed to give her a new sex appeal. Now that the decision was made, she was starting to get excited. She could feel her body heating up again already, little tingles running through her as she moved to grab her purse, keys, cut the lights and walk to her car. The drive to the bar seemed to take no time at all, and suddenly she was in the parking lot.

The nerves were back, just now there was a thread of anticipation mixed in with them. When she walked through the doors at Pops’, she could feel eyes roaming her body. The place was crowded like normal, and she scanned the main room, looking for Krista. She caught sight of her over at a table next to the dance floor, sitting on a guy’s lap, her tray in one hand, and the other rubbing his thigh. Krista spotted Izzy, said something to the guy, kissed his cheek, then hopped up, received a swat on her butt, and hurried over to her. Izzy had always thought Krista was beautiful. At 5’4″, with curly blond hair, honey color eyes, big boobs, and a bright smile, the little Georgia Peach was a hit with everyone.

“Izzy! Ya look hot!” She said as she got closer. “Pops is expecting ya, and told me to show ya back the moment ya got here.” Krista gave her friend a hug, grabbed her hand and towed her towards the bar.

“Kay!” She yelled over the throbbing music to a woman behind the bar. “This is Izzy, she’s here ta see Pops.” Krista looked at Izzy, “Ya want something ta drink, darlin’? It’s on Pops.” Izzy ordered a buttery nipple, knocked it back, thanked Kay then looked at Krista.

“Ok. Let’s do this.” She said after a deep breath. The friends grinned at each other then Krista led the way around the bar, down a hallway, and into one of the last rooms. The room had the look of an executive office, dark wooden walls, and thick red carpet. There was a large desk dominating the room that only had a few papers spread out on it. A man was looking over these papers as they stepped through the door. Krista slowly led her to the edge of the desk, and Izzy took in the sight of the man.

She guessed he was about 35 years old, had short sun-bleached blond hair, bright green eyes, and a very strong face with sensual lips. He looked like he must work out every day, and was dressed in a pair of dress slacks with a white button down shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows exposing his strong forearms, dusted with pale hair. To Izzy’s surprise Krista called him Pops, and she knew the surprise and confusion she felt could probably be seen on her face.

“Hey Pops. This is Izzy. Izzy, Pops. I have to get back to work, so I will see ya later, darlin’.” With that she winked at Izzy then swept out the door, closing it behind her. The loud music from the bar dropping to a very muffled background murmur.

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“I know,” Pops said, catching the look that Izzy tried to clear away. He was slightly taken back by the beauty standing on the other side of his desk. Krista had not told him much when she had talked to him about her friend. He cleared his throat, and continued, “I’m not old enough to be called Pops. I named the bar for my Pop. Everyone kept asking to talk to Pops, and I got tired of trying to correct people. So, the nickname stuck.”

He stood up as he said this, and could feel that his body was ready for the interview to start. He was right at 5’11” so even with her heels, this woman had to look up slightly to see into his eyes.

“My name is Trent. If you want, you can call me by that or by Pops. Nice to meet you Izzy.” He held his hand out to her.

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“Same to you.” She took his hand, “I have to admit this is not exactly what I expected.” He pulled her closer, kissed the back of her hand then turned it over and kissed her wrist. The contact from his lips on her skin sent a shock through her, running from her wrist to hit her nipples. As they started to harden she felt her body getting hotter and she took a slow breath in, her breasts pushing at her shirt.