On and on they went, totally oblivious to the fact this was part of the show. They didn’t come here tonight to be wallflowers, so I played my part. They got the service they wanted, I got the tips I needed. Everyone went home happy.
I topped each shot with whipped cream then slid one in front of the blonde. “The first is always the most memorable.”
“Yeah, just try not to gag,” one of the girls shouted.
The blonde held her composure but I was pretty confident a part of her died inside, and I did my best not to laugh. Though she was beyond uptight, something about it was kind of endearing.
She reached for her glass and I pulled it back toward me. “They don’t call it a blowjob shot for nothing.”
Her perfectly arched eyebrows bunched together.
“No hands!” several friends shouted.
She shook her head. “No way.”
Three camera phones were aimed at her in seconds. “Come on, Audrey!”
She glanced around, her resolve faltering under pressure. “I just…”
“You’ll never be single again!” Her friend nudged her shoulder. “Be wild and crazy. For once.”
Her brow furrowed again. A slight frown turned her pink lips downward. “Yeah. Okay. Um…” She glanced at the shot glass brimming with whipped cream. “How do I…Like just…” Her head tilted to the side as she stared at the glass like it was the most intimidating thing in the world.
I tried my damnedest not to laugh.
Her eyes darted around then lifted to mine.
“Just mouth. No teeth.”
Her eyes widened. As did my smirk.
“Because the glass.” I pretended to not be able to even fathom where her mind had gone. “It will slide off your teeth. Might even chip one too.” I shrugged. “Just want you to be careful.”
“Oh yeah. Of course.”
Her name rang out in chorus as her friends started chanting.
She smiled. Or at least forced what was supposed to resemble one, then leaned her head forward. Her short bob hid her profile, blocking most of the view. Then in one quick motion, her neck arched back and the shot vanished. Well, most of it did. A little bit escaped the rim of the glass and slowly made its way down her cheek then dripped off her chin onto her collarbone.
I followed the sticky sweet trail as it made its way down her chest, surprised at how very hot that was. Something about a shy girl and dirty thoughts…Wasn’t hard to let the imagination run wild.
My gaze flicked up as I realized she was talking to me.
Her perfect eyebrows arched again. “Um, do you have napkin?”
“Yeah.” I grabbed a stack. “Good job with that.” I winked and reached for the empty glass.
It was hard to tell in the dim bar lighting but I was pretty sure her cheeks had pinked. The shot seemed to be making its way through her system fast.
I wiped the counter clean then got busy with the rest of the order. Her friends grabbed their drinks as fast as I could make them. And in no time their heads were bent down, hovered over phones…tagging and filtering and whatever else girls did when they went crazy sharing their lives with people…instead of each other.
All except for one. The bride-to-be glanced around, looking almost nervous.
“You okay?”
She blinked. “Oh yeah. Just not sure what the McDanielses will think of these pictures.” One side of her mouth lifted into a small smile while the other side seemed determined to stay put. “Not even sure what Tucker will think. Sorry. I’m rambling. I do that when I drink.”
McDaniels. As in the McDaniels? Tucker…rang a bell too. Which, if I was right on the name, meant she was marrying into the wealthiest family in Port Lucia. Hell, maybe even in Texas. Oil rig money. Their boats were all over the coast and employed half the town’s population.
Well, little Miss Bride-to-be was about to be one wealthy little wife. Too bad that family was nothing but a bunch of rich assholes. She seemed too sweet to be a part of that cutthroat culture. Hopefully she’d hang onto that, though I supposed it wouldn’t take long until she was just another socialite with too much time and money on her hands.
Her friends, who’d finally shoved their phones away, gathered back around the bar.
“Need anything else?” My question was aimed at the bachelorette but the answers came from everywhere but her.
“Something sweet.”
“Something fruity.”
“Something strong!”
With a grin, I nodded. “I can definitely do all three.”
I whipped up a few more drinks, ensured they were all happy then made a quick round to check on the other bar patrons, always making sure to stay readily available for them. No way would I lose the chance to line my wallet tonight. Bachelorette parties were notoriously generous tippers. Now that I knew what circle they traveled in…Yeah. Not passing that up.