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then no, I’m not all that friendly.”
    “They might not all be drunken assholes,” the man replied.
    His hand reached out to grab the glass before I’d let go, his fingers lightly grazing mine. I flinched as a static shock passed between us. The floor wasn’t carpeted, but it had to be a static shock. The alternative was too ridiculous to contemplate. Sparks between a man and a woman were a thing of fiction. That had been real. Very real.  
    “Trust me,” I replied, trying to ignore the shock still working its way through my body. “Anyone that is considered a VIP in this place is scum.”  
    “Wow, you’re real employee of the month material, aren’t you?”  
    “Last day,” I replied with a big smile. “I don’t have to deal with jerks like you for much longer. That’ll be five dollars please.”
    “I’m not paying,” he replied.
    “You fucking well are.”
    “Nora,” Ray’s voice called out behind me. “I’ve explained to you before that our guests’ drinks are on the house.” He turned to face the man. “Sorry about this, Mr. Clyne.”  
    “No problem,” the man said with a grin.
    Ray walked away and left me facing the “VIP.” He didn’t look important. He looked strong enough to pick me up and have me up against the wall. He looked intense enough to want to do it. He looked hot enough for me to want him to.
    “Riker, Riker,” a girl said excitedly as she rushed up next to the man. She stood next to him bouncing up and down like an excited schoolgirl, her breasts doing their best to defy gravity as they slapped against her chin.
    “Go away,” Riker said, sounding bored.  
    He was so fucking rude. But… well, I couldn’t help but be flattered that he’d rather talk to me than deal with Miss Bouncing Bosoms. Still, he was a fucking dick.
    “Can I get a selfie?” she asked, brushing off the insult as if the sound had never reached her ears.
    “No pictures,” he replied gruffly.
    “What about an autograph?” She pulled a black marker pen out of her purse. Who carried around a black marker pen?  
    “Fine, if it’ll make you go away.”
    Without hesitation, the woman yanked down her top to reveal the full motherload that was her right breast.  
    Riker shot a quick look in my direction and smiled, before grabbing hold of the woman’s boob and signing his name right above the nipple.
    “Thank you,” she replied gleefully, and ran off to rejoin her friends, leaving her pen in Riker’s hand.
    “You want an autograph too?” he asked, holding the pen up at chest height.
    “Yes please,” I replied and thrust my chest towards him. I looked him in the eyes and licked my lips as I put my hand to my top and slowly… very slowly… handed him the check.
    “You’re a tease. Anyway, you heard, I’m not paying.”
    “This isn’t for your drinks. Consider it a tip.”
    “You want me to give you a tip after the way you’ve spoken to me?”
    “No. This is going to those poor girls over there who are being manhandled by your friends while trying to do their jobs. I’d think $100 each is a small price to pay for what they’re going through.”
    I’d expected him to laugh me off, but he put the thick marker pen to the paper and signed.
    “I’ll let you fill in the amount,” he said. “Now where were we? Oh yes, you were about to tell me what time your shift finished.”

“Why don’t you go and rejoin your little posse,” Nora said. “That brunette keeps looking over here. I think she misses you.”
    “I’m done with her,” I replied. “I want someone new tonight.”  
    “I’m honored to meet your demanding criteria of being ‘new,’ but I think I’ll pass.”
    “In my defense, there aren’t many women in this bar who I haven’t had before, so I’m being quite selective.”
    “That’s your defense?” She rolled her eyes and went away to serve some more drunks who didn’t know when they’d had too many.
    I watched her ass move temptingly