It is not a surprise to people that I work at a dive bar, I’ve spoken rather extensively about that. It should also come as no surprise that within my dive bar, I experience all walks of life. Allow me to tell you about my most recent exploits.

I worked a lot this past week. On Saturday night, I had some familiar faces. I’ve become friends with some of my clientele outside of work (I reckon at least some of you are familiar with the one regular I have who I made cum in his pants). He came in with a group of friends of whom I know rather well and was later joined by another man who I’ve also come to know.

One of his friends (we shall call him Tommy for the sake of his anonymity) is a person who has grown rather fond of me. Tommy is older than I am, he’s very much so apart of the emo subculture and as the town goth, I can appreciate that. I’ve spent many nights drinking with Tommy and also serving him drinks. He drinks a draught bud heavy, periodically a whiskey sour. He always tips extraordinarily. He had ordered a whiskey sour from me and I held it to his mouth and made him drink the whole glass in one go. I enjoyed this as well as how eager he had been to oblige. That was when he started asking me for to spit in his drink.

At first, I had assumed he was joking about wanting me to spit in his drink until I realized very quickly that he wasn’t. Naturally, I obliged. I like degrading and belittling men, even if by an action as simple as spitting in their drink. Tommy tends to drink slowly but he drank the spit filled bud quicker than I’ve ever seen him drink before. Most of the people at their table were shocked that I did this aside from my one regular. I did make him cum in his pants after all, this was the lower end of what I’m capable of.

Later in the night, they were joined by Dan (once again, name changed for anonymity). Dan has come into the bar on numerous occasions, many of us know his family as far back as his grandparents; small town shenanigans and what not. I’m not allowed to drink on the job, but oftentimes the men in the bar will buy me shots anyways. I find it amusing, that they think their chances of sleeping with me are increased by buying me drinks or tipping me well. I know that’s not the case; but they don’t.

I quite enjoy Dan; he’s a stereotypical man’s man. He has a shaved head, he works construction, he served in the military before being discharged for health reasons. He’s what everyone would expect to be masculine, but no man who is dominant and “masculine” has ever been attracted to me. He ordered us a round of shots; jager shots as per my request. He also asked that I spit in his. Spitting in a shot glass is not feasible however, so naturally I spit in his mouth before he took the shot.

Dan messaged me afterwards to tell me that it was amongst some of the wildest things he had ever experienced. He would never be able to handle me if that is up there for him. I’m a beautiful young woman who knows what she wants and always gets her way, he should have learnt this by now. He said he had never had someone spit in his mouth before, it’s always been the other way around to which I told him that he had simply never met a woman such as myself. He said no, he hadn’t and asked what that said about him if he’s attracted to me enough to a point where he comes into my work place solely to see me. We all know what that means however.

Tommy even wanted me to join them after I had finished my shift. I didn’t, I was much too tired from the several nights of closing in a row. He told me that he would see me in his nightmares. I corrected him and told him that he would see me in his wet dreams.