Onika Maraj
January 11I pulled up to Sinful Sips right at 10, and it was already packed. People spilling out, music pounding hard enough to shake the walls - just the way I like it. Thank God tomorrow's Friday.
Sinful Sips isn't your average bar - if you can't handle some skin and hands-on service, this place would probably send you running. But that's what makes it fun.
People come here to forget their worries and have a damn good time, and I just happen to be the one to give it to them.
And tonight, I came ready to turn heads. I threw on my best - a sheer, black bodysuit that's practically see-through, with just a thong underneath, and yeah, you can see everything. Nipples showing and all. I could feel the eyes on me from the second I walked in, and I knew I had their full attention.
Once I got behind the bar, it was game on. People leaned in, grinning, practically begging for a drink - and a little extra attention. Here, I'm everyone's favorite, the one that keeps them coming back for more.
Tonight, we're all about forgetting the week, letting loose, and making sure nobody leaves with a sober thought.
I stepped behind the bar, barely a second before someone called out, "We been waiting on you all night, Nicki!"
I shot him a wink, giving him that slow, teasing smile. "Baby, the night's just getting started."
I started moving, slipping from one end of the bar to the other, filling glasses, mixing cocktails, pouring shots with that little extra flair that kept them glued to my every move. With each drink, I leaned close, brushing against shoulders, letting my fingers graze their hands as I passed glasses over.
The guys were eating it up, leaning into me, eyes wide, handing over tips with grins and winks, making sure I felt every dollar bill they slipped my way.
"Here you go, sweetheart," I whispered as I slid a whiskey across to a guy at the end of the bar, my fingers grazing his wrist just enough to make him shiver.
He handed me a hundred-dollar bill, folding it neatly into my hand, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Worth every penny," he smirked.
"Keep 'em coming like that, and maybe I'll be the one waiting on you next time," I lied. I would never let any of them touch me. It just sounded good.
As the night went on, I made my way around, stepping out from behind the bar every now and then, getting up close, making sure they all felt like they were the only one in the room. I'd lean in, sliding drinks onto tables with a gentle touch on their shoulders, sometimes letting my fingers trace along their arms, leaving a trail of heat behind.
Their reactions made it all worth it - wide smiles, eyes lighting up, wallets coming out fast.
A woman pulled me close, her voice low as she handed me a fifty. "You're the best thing about this place."