It was an hour before close and I just dropped my bags off in my room, switched out of my suit into some more comfortable clothes and quickly made my way down to the lobby bar. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and needed a bite to eat, and maybe a couple of beers.

The place was packed. A tournament in downtown had drawn a crowd of rowdy parents down to the bar and they had taken up most of the place. I grabbed a stool and took it over to the lone empty side of the bar, with a view of a TV and sat down. My coworkers all stayed in their rooms, so just me down by myself.

In the chaos of the night, you managed to catch me as you were carrying a platter of empty glasses. ‘What can I get ya, hun? Food tonight?’

I ordered a beer and some wings. You were quick with the beer and assured me that my food wouldn’t be long, that everyone else here was on a liquid diet for the night. You came by a couple of times before my food arrived, asking how I was doing and rolling your eyes at the boisterous parents across the bar. Someone ordered a Caesar. You knocked over the rimmer while making it, but I made sure to let you know that I didn’t see a thing when you came by.

You asked if I wanted another beer and of course I did. I got a bottle this time and you bent over in front of me, it might have been in my head but you lingered down there a little longer than I thought you would. It was a fantastic view.

You asked me where I was from, clearly not fitting in with the locals. Your hospitality was tremendous and I couldn’t help my mind wander off to think of all the other services I could use from you. I’m only here for a bit anyways, what’s the harm in asking for a little more?

As the night wore on you kept checking in on me, it was a really nice change of pace from the hectic work day before. You asked me how long I was staying and let me know when your next shift was, I kept note and made sure to come back down to keep you company again, hoping that all my fantasies would come true.

I knew they wouldn’t come out of thin air, so I planned on making a move the next time I saw you down at the bar.

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Hi! I wrote up this little prompt from a recent experience and am looking to explore this idea. Whether it’s money, desire or pure debauchery, I am looking to hire the hotel bartender for some extra services when I get back to my room each night.

Would love to discuss how you see this going and have some fun with it! Currently at work waiting to head back to my hotel room so looking to chat and build up during the day and see where things go into the night.

Thanks for reading and happy holidays