Many years ago I used to run this little high-end boutique bar and
lounge. It was opened by the people that had a restaurant upstairs. Generally I
was left to my own demise in running the place. It was a well known fact that I
was mostly likely drunk and trying to talk classy women into letting loose and
doing some shots with the boys and me.
The owners were nice enough to throw us a staff Halloween party upstairs
with the restaurant staff. It was a pretty good party filled with the usual
sexy cat, sexy police officer, sexy saliormoon... you get the picture.
True to form I had decided that this party need to be taken up a notch.
I went to the bar downstairs and grabbed a bottle of absinthe, came back up and
started pouring shots. It wasn’t long before the party was a mess of drunken
servers and bartenders dressed up as their favourite slutty or overly masculinised
characters.
I love these types of parties because people always do things they
would never normally do. I had to servers that usually hate each other making
out and grabbing each other’s tits. It was fantastic. One of my servers from
the bar I managed came over to me and asked why I never hit on her or ask her
out on a date. I explained that she
worked for me and that I could get in trouble. She then asked me if she quit
tonight if I would hire her back tomorrow... I knew where this was going.
This server (we’ll call her Slutty Miss Officer) started yelling “I
quit! I quit!” Mostly people just ignored her. She grabbed me by the hand and said “you have
a few hours to make the most of me not being your employee, what are you going
to do to me?”
I know a sure thing when I see it, even if I am on the verge of alcohol
poisoning. I took her downstairs practically dragging her drunken ass. I’m not
even sure if she was making every step. In my mind I knew we had to find a
quiet and private place to get naked. Of course all the usual spots were taken
by other couples. This is when I remember that I have the keys to the champagne
and wine storage room. This is perfect.
I take her into the champagne storage. I haven’t even got the door
closed and she has my pants unzipped. I am so drunk that I am tripping over
bottles that are stacked on the floor. Slutty Miss Officer is down on her knees
working it like she’s in a casting couch audition. After a bit she stands up
and flips her skirt up and pulls of her panties. She tries to put her thong on
my head and manages to pull it down over my head. I now have her thong around
my neck almost choking me.
The bar was closed and all the lights were turned off downstairs except
for some little security lights. It was kind of hard to see anything. I have Slutty
Miss Officer pressed up against the wall. She keeps complaining how cold it is.
This is when it happens. My realization of where I went wrong. Just as we were
getting down to the fast strokes, I see something. It takes me a minute to
process what I am seeing. I can see two people standing on the stairs coming
down from the restaurant. They are staring at me. How is this even possible?
I was so drunk and so eager to get it on with this chick that I did not
comprehend that this little champagne room was made all of glass and at the top
part of the bar. Apparently Slutty Miss Officer was either too drunk to realize
herself or just simply had no fucks to give about getting it on in a see
through room. We were like fish in a tank and the two people on the stairs were
getting a free show.
As drunk as I was I couldn't make out who it was that was standing on
the stairs. I thought about it and decided to do the only thing I could. I finished.
I turned Slutty Miss Officer around and finished up porno style.
After she cleaned up we went back upstairs and no one said a word.
Still to this date no one has ever brought it up and I still have no idea who
was standing on the stairs. When I got home that night and got changed for bed
I found I still had Slutty Miss Officer’s panties around my neck.
Slutty Miss Officer came back to work for her next shift like nothing
had ever happened. I had to fire her about 2 months later and she hasn't spoken
to me since. But I hear she is now working at a stripper bar.
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