After hours

I was working at a night club
Pushing drinks behind the bar
She sat down on the padded stool
Closing time was not so far
 
She wore a clinging mini skirt
That ended just below her ass
Was evident that she was bra-less
She was a ten, I must confess
 
As she sat, I could not help but see
She'd left her panties safe at home
The vision I was seeing
Had no reason for a comb
 
I sauntered over to her
My lustful thoughts could be a crime
Last call was then in process
Told her it was closing time
 
She ordered black Jack Daniels
Straight, without a cube of ice
The way her nipples looked at me
Was much more than very nice
 
She saw where I was looking
Said, “Those girls could be for you.
If I could stay here after closing
You can have my pussy too.”
 
She peaked my curiosity
I asked her, what she planned to do
“Remove what little clothes I have
And do the bar stool splits for you”
 
“I have always had the fantasy
Of an after hours score
Where I split between two bar stools
Pussy open to the floor
 
A bartender, whom I've never met
Has closed the doors and gotten nude
Approaches with a full erection  
Standing up, with attitude
 
He walks between the bar stools
His cock and my wet cunt collide
Only bends his legs a little
To slide his hardness deep inside
 
He cups my cheeks with both his hands
As I'm bouncing on his knob
Tonight's the night, for that to happen
Aren't you glad you have this job?”