It was any other Saturday for me. Get up early, go to my job, then go to my second job, and end the day going to bed. I spent what was the last Saturday working at a hair salon, talking to a guy. One of the stylists' brought their son to the salon, and spent most of his time at the reception desk with me. "Flirting" with guys was easy to me. Honestly, it was how I talked to them. Something to make the time go by. You can sparkle your eyes, put a smirk on your lips, and as long as you keep your eyes on theirs - it is dynamite, meaning nothing could stop you.
At my second job as a hostess at a sports bar, I get paid well and it's an easy job. Customer service, work I've been familiar with since I was sixteen. I spent my days working, saving money so I could get a place of my own out of state. I was NOT going to live in New York for the rest of my life. I knew I was going to pursue a career in Criminal Justice, but wasn't sure if I would pursue it in my hometown or wherever I ended up moving.
Saturday nights were always busy. But I did not mind it because I got a lot of tips with doing extra help. I was joking with my coworker, having a good time. Time went on, different parties came, I sat them, or my coworker did. New York had a lot of faces, most of them the same. I can admit there are attractive people wherever you go, but there are not a lot of faces that can make your jaw physically drop. I saw the first door open, and didn't turn to look until the second door opened. Then I saw him. He looked like a poster boy for Men's Health. The magazines my father gets in the mail every month and always excited to see who is on the cover. I never knew what my dream man looked like, but when I saw him I had an idea. "Just two?" I heard her say. Servers were very particular about when they were sat, and when it was okay to seat them. I looked at the seating pad in front of me. "I, uh, I- just seat them." I handed her two menus and looked at him while he was walking away. Any month here was particularly chilly, and this man was wearing gym shorts and a cut hoodie revealing his tanned muscles. When my coworker came over, I mouthed the words "Oh my God". "He's hot." "Yeah, he is." The hostess stand was sadly not tall enough so I couldn't see much of him when he sat down. As time went on, him and his friend were still sitting. It had been two hours and I was contemplating to a server if I should go up to him or not. "I don't know, he's too hot." Whenever I saw a guy I was attracted to, I would go up to them. You never know until you do, and that's what I would try to tell my friends whenever they asked me for advice on the situation. "Do it !" I bit my lip from the serving station behind him. I walked across the bar with confidence and went for it. I put my arms on top of the wall that was blocking me from able to grab onto his dick. I looked at him and his friend. "Sorry to interrupt, can I ask you something?" "Sure." I looked at him eagerly. "Are you seeing anyone?" He scoffed. "What?!" "Look at you!" I said. "How old do you think I am?" I waved my hand around thinking. "Mm, 42?" "Ouch." "Whaat? You got some salt and pepper going on." "I'm 39." "35 was going to be my next guess." I can tell that he was shocked. "What, my ex boyfriend is 58." I grabbed my phone and showed him a picture of us at his house. "Ok, he's good looking." His friend agreed. "See, he's not bad." He was looking at his friend and I could tell he was into it. A table left, luckily in front of him so I made sure to stick my ass out so he could see it. After, I went up to his table again. "Can I get you guys any ranch?!" I said with a smirk and chuckled.
He went to the bathroom, so I had time to ask his friend some questions. "How long is your friend going to be in town for?" "He leaves tomorrow afternoon." "Aah, okay." So, really, I had no choice but to have sex with him before he left.
"You can go on break now." My manager told me. I had about thirty minutes to step up my game and put on some charm. I let down my hair and put on my jacket. I went up behind him. "Hey, I'm on break. Can I sit here?" "Sure." He moved over a bit and I pulled my seat towards the table. He checked me out once I sat down and had a smirk across his lips. "So, tell me about you." "Well, my name is Ava. I love horror movies. I listen to a lot of 70's and 80's rock. Motley Crue, Led Zeppelin." Whenever flirting with older men I made sure to include anything that might peak their interest. Music, sports, anything that I knew they would like about me. "I'm a Texas high school football coach." "Really? That's awesome. Friday Night Lights is one of my favorite shows." "I was actually a background actor for that show." "Really? Which episode?" "Not sure but I was on it." We talked about our interests and hobbies. He mentioned his achievements, while I mentioned mine. I showed him a picture of me modeling in my bra and thong. I smiled at him while biting my thumb. "Oh." He looked away and I chuckled. "Oh, let me see." His friend asked. I put my phone away. Before my break ended, he showed me a card and put it on top of my phone. A link popped up with his contact card. "What's this?" "Text me."
