HEAD GAMES by DoUReallyWanna
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Who does not like games for the head? , This is my first attempt at story telling of any kind. I have been reading this forum for the last few months, so if some of the adjectives sound familiar, thank you in advance for adding to my vocabulary. I hope you all like.
Head Games
It was very late one night when I was returning home from my bartending job in the city. I was taking the last train out on the Metro and to say that it was deserted would have been an understatement. There were only a handful of people on the train and everyone was bundled up to protect themselves from the cold night air. I could not wait to get back to my small warm apartment and release my feet from the shoes that had been cramping them for the last 12 hours.
When the train slowed for the next stop, a beautiful redhead with green eyes boarded. She, like everyone else, was wearing a heavy jacket and scarf, so I could not check out her body. She was about five feet tall and had a glow to her, man, I could not take my eyes off of her. Unfortunately, she never looked my way and the next stop was my exit. I was sad as I walked from the train to my living quarters, such a beauty, and all I did was gawk at her, what a loser I am. Sleep was a long time coming that night.
The next night I was back at the bar slinging drinks as usual. It was a little after nine pm and the bar was steady but not real busy. In other words, busy enough to get the redhead off of my mind for bit. I was in the well making a drink for Lynn, a pretty little blonde who is a cocktail waitress for the tables located around the bar, teasing her about how she was taking me away from my bar patrons, again. Lynn was on the short side as well with pretty blue eyes and a real flirty attitude. She also had nice size perky tits that were barely covered in her low cut uniform which was only topped off by her mini, mini skirt( it helped with the tips).
“Well”, Lynn smiled,”What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here, get on her knees.”
Smiling back at her, I said,”You say the sweetest things, especially when I’ve got something you need”, pouring her two glasses of wine.
“Well I’ll just take the wine for now, looks like you have someone else to take care of now”, she nodded toward the far end of the bar. Lynn left with her drinks as I turned to take care of my new customer that had just sat down.
“ Hi, I am Sean and I will be taking care of you this evening.” The lady slowly turned toward me and gave me a slight smile, as I almost crapped my pants, it was the redhead from the night before.
“Hello, Sean is it, What kind of specials do you have tonight?”
“Well,” I stammered, “We uuh, have Bloody Marys for uuh $3.50 and um small drafts for $2.00.”
Damn it, I was making a fool out of myself. She looked up from the drinks menu, with a twinkle in her eye said, “I was really looking forward to having a Blowjob.”
I stood there with my mouth open as she said,”you know, the drink? But the night is young, so just give me one of those Bloody Marys.”
“Yes Ma’m,” I stammered. Who the fuck was I calling Ma’m, she had to be in her early 20’s, at least ten years my junior. As I made her drink, I kept taking deep breaths to get some of my composure back. I kept telling myself to be cool as I approached with her drink, “One Bloody Mary as advertised. Would you like to start a tab, or is this one n done?”
She glanced up from her cell phone and said, “I’m not sure yet, but one n done doesn’t sound like any fun, but let me keep my options open for now.” She stood and asked, “ Can you point the way to the ladies room, I need to freshen up a bit.”
I told her it was down the hall on the right, second door on the left. She turned and walked off giving me a chance to drool over her body. She had a loose green blouse on (that matched her eyes) that came to a V in the front, not showing her big firm boobs, which jiggle enough to keep it interesting. She also wore tight black jeans that showed off her perfect ass. Lord, this woman was hot.
I was working the far end bar when she returned, refilling drinks and joking with bar guest as I worked my down to her end of the bar. As I approached, she was talking in a low voice on her cell phone and shaking her head. Just as I arrived she hung up and I asked, ”So, what will it be, Ma’m?”
She looked up at me with a stern look and told me, “I’m sorry, I need my check, I have to go.” I told her the total would be $3.85 and she handed me a ten and told me to keep the change. As she turned to leave, she leaned over and whispered, “If you ever call me Ma’m again, I’m going to slap the shit out of you, Old Man.” For the second time that night, I just stood there dumbfounded.
The next day I was off from work so I took the Metro into town to do some much needed shopping and run a few other errands. As the day grew on I was really getting hungry since my last meal was breakfast, eleven hours ago. I headed over to Bailey’s Irish Pub for some good old beer as well as some fish and chips. I sat at the bar and ordered a beer from Mike, an old friend of mine. We chatted about the old days as I ate and drank. I drank enough to numb the cold air outside and asked Mike for my check. When he brought it over I asked him, only slurring a little, I think, “Why do the stinking British call a fucking french fry a fuckin chip, anyway”?
Mike patted me on the shoulder and asked if I was ok and did I need a ride home or anything. I told him I was fine, that I did not drive, all I had to do was take the Metro home. I payed my bill and left after assuring Mike I would call him if I ran into any trouble, fortunately I did not.
I made it on to the train just fine and sat near the door in case I needed a quick exit. As I neared my house the train stopped, and you guessed it, that redheaded entered the train. This time she stared right at me with that sly smile and asked, “looks like you have sampling your own poison.”
I smiled back, “You got me, busted.”
We chatted for a couple of minutes about the weather and other small talk when my stop came up. As I stood, I stumbled a bit and she reached out and grabbed my arm and asked,” you gonna be ok.” I told her I was fine, just stood up a little too soon.
“Well, let me help you to your door,” she frowned, “if you pass out before you get home you will freeze to death.”
“Yes, Ma’m, whatever you say.” She steadied me as we walked out, with a glint in her heye told me, “You do remember what I said I would do if you called me Ma’m again right”?
“What,” I mumbled, I think. To be honest I don’t remember what happened the rest of that night.
I awoke the next day with a burning stinging feel on my left cheek. I opened my eyes to see the beautiful redhead straddling me on my bed, I was completely naked and tied up with my hands to the headboard, she was clothed in a black mini skirt, black stockings, and a loose fitting white sweater. “I told you the next time you called me Ma’m I was going to smack the shit out of you,” smiling at me. She slapped me again, hard across my face, “There, now we are even.”