Bartender (Male submissive BDSM story)

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Work, I love this job. I really do, I have a great team and my boss is amazing, he knows how it is moving from one country to another and he just respects my studies, what more could I ask for? Maybe more money, but I'm here on a scholarship. Not a lot of people are lucky, and with a little student funding I don't have to worry too much about money, although more would be nice. I check my old watch, almost time for my favourite regular to arrive. As soon as the watch clicks to four pm, she walks in as usual. Right on time.
"There's my favourite regular!" I grin.
"I thought I was the favourite." The old man slurs from my right side.
"You're one of them, Franky boy." I joke.
He snorts, looking at his almost empty drink. I quickly prepare him another and hand it over which earns a drunken grin.
"Never seen someone so happy to be working." The woman smiles. "Are you ever miserable?"
"Sometimes." I hand her the usual, pint of Cola. She never drinks alcohol.
"Always quick aren't you?" She teases lightly.
"I've been working here for a year." I smirk. "I'd hope I would be quick."
"You don't have to be, this place is slow."
"I worked in a nightclub back home." I shrug. "I learned to be fast."
"You never talk about your home."
"Not much to talk about." I lean on the bar.
"Where are you from?"
"A small town not far from Glasgow."
"Why not stay there? Why come all the way over to America?"
"I didn't want to stay in one place my whole life, plus I was offered a scholarship to study abroad and I took up the offer here." I smile. "Nothing there for me anyway."
"Friends? Family?"
"Well, yeah...but nothing exciting like here. Studying forensics in America means I learn more." I look around the mostly empty bar. "Plus, there's no risk of me knowing anyone so I don't get sent to Edinburgh or somewhere else."
"Didn't you like Scotland?" Usually we talk about her, her work as a teacher so this is new.
"I love Scotland, this is my chance to live a little though and my parents wanted me to do better than our town." I sigh softly.
"So what happens when you finish school?"
"I apply for my work visa." I grin. "Staying here."
"Sounds like you got it all planned out."
I rush to get her another drink before she finishes.
"Mostly, my life plan hasn't exactly gone the way I wanted but I suppose that's life."
"Life plan?" She snorts.
"I planned to study, get a job, but I wanted to at least be engaged by now." I grab myself a drink.
"You're what, eighteen?"
"I'm twenty two." I frown.
"I'm kidding, hard to believe I'm older than you."
"By how many years?"
"Seven." She smirks. "Too old for you."
"I like older women." I wink.
Its true, I have a crush on her but I don't think she'd be interested in me. I am young and have a lot of learning to do, plus I'm a student working in a rundown bar who lives in a tiny apartment that's very minimalistic like the Twitter meme so who would want that?

Closing time, I sigh softly as I stick glasses away. I have class tomorrow, I'm trying to think what classes I actually have so I can back my bag tonight. Why did I throw away my schedule? Oh yeah, I don't have common sense.
"I should go." The woman sighs and stands. "See you tomorrow."
"Same time." I turn to face her.
She gives a light nod, handing me her usual tip. She never leaves without tipping. I watch her leave before turning to Frank who's way too gone as always.
"Better call Daria." Babs sighs.
Babs is an older woman, she practically adopted me when I came here a year ago. Her kids grew up and left so I suppose having someone my age around here gives her a reason to be motherly. Not that I mind, I miss my mum so that motherly love is appreciated.
"I'll call her." I roll my eyes playfully and head to the back.

As always, Daria walks in with her usual frown at her fathers antics. She sighs, looking at me across the bar.
"Thanks again." She groans.
"Its routine at this point, you may as well wait outside every night." I laugh softly.
"I know, but I have hope that he won't end up like this." She sighs. "Come on, dad."
"I'll help you." I hop over the bar, earning a yell from Babs to be careful.
I grab the drunk by his side whilst his daughter grabs the other. We carry him out to her car, well that's a new one.
"New car?"
"Yeah, perks of working at a dealership." She giggles as we place him into the back seat.
I close the door over, carefully to avoid hitting his legs. Daria just stares at me, making me feel slightly awkward. I clear my throat which snaps her out of her trance.
"Sorry." Her cheeks flush red.
"You're good." I wink. "I better get back inside."
"Wait!" She grabs my hand quickly.
I take a moment before pulling away slowly.
"I was wondering if...maybe you'd wanna go out sometime?"
"I don't know, between college and work..." I frown.
"He can pick you up tomorrow." Babs calls through the door.
"I'm working." I call back.
"Not anymore, sugar." She chuckles. "I'll take your shift."
"Looks like your second mom made those plans." Daria smiles. "Can I see your phone?"
I hand her it slowly, watching her type for a moment before she hands it back.
"Now you have my number and I texted myself so I have yours."
"Thanks..." I mutter. "So, tomorrow."
"Six sound good?"
"Sure, I'll pick you up." I force a smile.
"See you then."

I stand at the bar, watching Babs sweep the floor. She looks at me with a frown.
"Why the long face?"
"I...don't know." I sigh. "Dating isn't my thing."
"Oh stop, you're a handsome young man." Babs tuts. "Whats wrong with Daria?"
"Nothing! She's nice..."
"But?"
"I like someone else, but she's married so there's no point is there?" I shrug.
"Who?"
"Mel."
"How do you know she's married?"
"Babs, I've seen her every night for a year. She has a wedding ring." I look at the older woman. "Plus, seven years age difference...I mean who wants a college student with a job like this?"
"Oh, darlin' if I was twenty years younger." She pinches my cheek.
Southern hospitality huh?
"Leave Cain alone." We turn to our boss and beloved owner of the bar, Willy.
"I'm just saying, he should be going out on dates."
"You never take a night off." He shrugs.
"He's taking tomorrow off to take Daria out."
"Frank's daughter?" He chuckles. "Well, maybe she can give you a good deal on a car."
"Whats wrong with my car?!" I exclaim.
"Its rusted, dented, seen better days."
"Leave Denise alone." I grumble.
"You named it Denise?" Willy laughs, shoving me lightly. "Oh, my boy. You never fail to amuse me."
"You gave me that car." I smile.
"I did, and you take good care of it." He looks at his watch. "Go home, you have college."
"Alright, I'm leaving." I sigh heavily.
We say our goodbyes as I head on out to the rusting blue Vauxhall car. The thing was made in the sixties, it probably wouldn't even sell ad a classic at this point but I do love it. College, let's see what I learn tomorrow.