Happened actually a few weeks ago at a well known sports bar kind of place that opens up right onto the strip. Sunday morning about 11am. Much of the strip is still asleep but those that are awake all appear to be seeking something to make them forget their Saturday night sins. Me included.

I’m flying solo and had just a handful of hours before going to the airport, so I sit down at the bar, order a beer and a burger. There are three female bartenders working. All attractive. One blonde. Two brunette. There also appears to be a 30 something male manager who’s doing some running of food and drinks.

The hotter of the two brunette bartenders is taking care of me. She’s friendly enough but seems to be bringing the energy you’d expect on a Sunday. As she drops off my second beer, the place is getting busy. She says she’ll be back to check on me in a bit.

I’m just people watching and waiting for my food when I see her and the manager go together into a bathroom. I see it only because the bar is in the middle of the space and my seat gives me an eyeline straight to that bathroom door. I am not sure but I think they are “individual” bathrooms.

I laugh to myself seeing them sneak in there. My only assumption is that they’re doing a bump to get through another god-forsaken shift.

Ten minutes later she’s back and dropping off my food. She’s moving faster, talking louder, and seems to be a bit…. Invigorated. For no real reason I decided to tease her.

“Your bathrooms come with complimentary stimulants? Or do you have to be in with the manager for that benefit?” I ask with a grin.

With a smile and a laugh, and a more hushed tone, she puts her elbows on the bar and leans in, “oh you think we’re doing coke in there? No way. I don’t do that stuff.”

She continues, with a perfectly deadpan delivery and a wink, “If you must know, I was sucking his cock. I do it when we work together in the mornings.”

I laugh and get quickly aroused. Thank goodness for the bar top.

“Good girl! So how many mornings a week do you work together?” I ask.

“Seems like all of them lately. He makes our schedule.”

I tell her the secret is safe with me. We flirt and chat on and off as time allows for the next hour.

As I’m paying the tab, she slips me her number. Says to text next time I’m in Vegas. As I get up to leave I tell her with a laugh, “I look forward to the manager for a day program.” She smiles.