This
bar looked just as every other did from the outside. Even its name was
similar to your standard pub. It was a bottom floor of a downtown
storage area, maybe some lower end apartments on the upper floors. The
window was filled with the “It’s Miller time” and “Budweiser” neon
lights, as well as the happy hour flyers. The only way you would know it
was a different style of bar is one of two ways. Word of mouth or you
ventured inside. I proceeded to enter.
Upon
crossing the threshold, I looked around. It looked very similar to many
bars, say for one exception. You had the tables filled with people
having good times, more at the bar telling each other stories or
mindless conversations, and a small lounging section. The closer
inspection of my surroundings let me know this was a bar for many types
of people. Those types included shemales, transvestites, and gays (both
men and women.) The transvestites and gay people were easy to spot, once
you had separated them; you had a good guess at the others.
Being
the shy type, I found an open table away from the loud noises radiating
from many groups. Who likes listening to those obnoxiously loud people
at the next table over? Before I could fully grasp my surroundings, a
woman came over to take my order. “Hey handsome, what can I get you to
drink?” At first I found it hard to respond, this woman was gorgeous.
She looked to be about 5 foot 6 inches with long brown hair. Her hazel
eyes were almost glaring at me as I sized her up, but I could not help
myself. Her breasts were about average. If you insist on a guess, they
were probably 34C. Average did not describe this woman even though her
tits were. She had the “hourglass” figure for sure if I ever saw one.
She
snapped “Excuse me, can I get you a drink?” Suddenly I was brought back
to reality and hurriedly apologized. “I’m sorry; I’ve had a rough day.
What rum drinks do you have?” She responded by handing me a menu with
them all listed. One drink stood out: Island Breeze. This consisted of
some pineapple flavor with coconut rum. I told her that is what I wished
to drink. Thinking we were done with our transaction, I continued my
scan around the bar. That’s when she said, “You know this is a lady’s
drink, right?” Not giving it a second thought I said, “That is okay, I
like the sweet and nutty taste of the coconut.” She turned, as doing so;
I could see the smirk on her face as she went off to retrieve my order.
It was then I realized what I had said, but instantly got lost in the
sway of her hips as she was walking away.
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