An inconspicuous signage, a pleasant semi-darkness surrounded by wooden panels where you can hardly see the faces of patrons at the other end of the endlessly long mahogany bar counter. It is the perfect haven for those who wish to avoid the clamor of revelry.

A typical speakeasy, if you like. I opened it long before the revival of mixed drink culture became fashionable. Call me a snob, but I still want to avoid these fancy clichés and labels. This is the bar.

The plush, blood-red carpet drinks in every footfall with an unquenchable thirst. Even the faintest clink of stiletto heels is reduced to an almost inaudible whisper, while the murmurs of patrons are scarcely more than a breath. The deep trembling of the counterbass coming from the speaker is mixed with the sparse clinking of crystal glasses.

As the chief purveyor of libations on this side of the bar, I am also something of a confessor, a therapist, and a keeper of tipsy secrets. Needless to say, I have my own secrets to keep, though they fade away into the bar’s air when the music ceases and the gentle light is extinguished.

With fine features, a straight and narrow nose, prominent cheekbones, a long neck, broad shoulders, and fingers that seem almost too delicate to handle glassware, I may come across as vain and conceited. Yet, such airs are a necessary aspect of my role, one I inhabit flawlessly and organically.

My tired and brooding gaze is more a part of my role than it is my natural state of being. Each night I wear this “look” along with a starched white shirt. I tuck a perfectly knotted black knit tie between the third and fourth buttons of my shirt so that it does not get in the way of my work.

Mondays are an unpredictable lot. Some evenings the bar is thronged until the last call, while others are spent in silent solitude. Still, I never close up bar early, not once. For the unexpected visitors who arrive in the final hours are often the most intriguing ones of all.

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Hi DPP, and thanks for reading. I would like to invite you to be my last visitor for the day. Who are you? A highly paid lawyer after a hard day at the courthouse? A naive student who accidentally wandered in for that last drink after a fight with her boyfriend? It’s up to you.

This could go in many directions. Flirting, desperation, an extra cocktail, a sudden impulse of lust. Or maybe I spiked something?

I will be playing myself. Paul, late 30s. Dark hair, blue eyes and a soft low voice. 5'11", 162 pounds, lean with muscles, broad shoulders and a rather slim waist.

I am open to a lot of different kinks. To list a few: teasing, flirting, lingerie, high heels, rough sex, intimate sex, public sex, clothed sex, sloppy oral, balls worship, power dynamic, dominant / submissive, cheating, anal, creampie, orgasm control.

My hard limits are fluids, feet, gore, toilet play, taboo scenarios, surrealism, and pain.

Open to both chat and PMs, but prefer orange envelopes. I am looking for a descriptive long-term partner. If this prompt caught your eye, let me know!