Let's Work

I've Had My Eyes On U

"Damn it's hot," She said casually tossing water in her face. Grabbing a paper towel she lightly wiped off the remaining droplets. Looking in the bathroom mirror she leaned in to reapply her lipstick. Glossy red lips for some reason meant better tips, and at this point those tips meant everything to her and she would shimmy and flirt for as many bills as she could get. She had wondered when Hon, Baby, and Hot Stuff had become a part of her regular vocabulary. Feeling a little like a whore she tried to talk herself down. "It's bartending, Babe." Lord she had even started calling herself Babe, when the hell did that happen. As she conversed with her reflection silently in the mirror she suddenly became aware she was no longer alone.

Looking behind her in the mirror he stood slightly against the tile wall. Watching her intensely. "Shit." She had been caught. Told a hundred times to stay out of the men's bathroom. "Hey, I'm so sorry. The women's line is always so long and I gotta get back out there."

"It's cool." He said deeply walking over to her.

She couldn't take her eyes off his reflection in the mirror, even as he stood right next to her inspecting the job she had just done on her lips.

"I like that color on you." He smiled boyishly.

The contrast between his clothes or lack thereof and his shy smile was astounding. Just a few minutes before he had been on stage grinding against his guitar as he licked the neck hungrily. She had wondered if the guitar was taking the place of a lover or the other way around.

"Thank you." She smiled putting on one last coat. She watched him as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, clearly wanting something out of her. Pulling the lipstick away from her mouth she offered it to him. His eyes looked up to her reflection and his lip curled.

"Sorry." Damn she had offended him. She would never hear the end of this from David. She was really no good outside her bar. Behind her counter the rush of the orders left her no time to think and over analyze every situation ultimately always ending up playing the fool. Rolling down the red tube she tucked it into the bra she was wearing.

"You're the bartender aren't you." He broke the awkward silence between them.

She really wanted to get out of there away from his large brown eyes that kept staring. At least thankfully he had put his trench coat back on. Though she knew exactly what was underneath. Watching him play on stage was breathtaking at times seeming as through the music flowed through him. She said nothing but shook her head.

"Bet you get lots of tips." His eyes moved over her body and suddenly she felt she was the one dressed inappropriately. A leather jacket thrown unconsciously over a lace bra. Her jean shorts barely covering her ass and a pair of thigh highs accentuating the length of her shorts. Her only comfort the pair of purple high top Reeboks. In order for her to stay on, she remembered David's voice say "You're gonna have to sex it up.", and she had in spades. A little out of spite she tried to see exactly what she could get away with.

His hand reached out and snapped her garter belt that loosely held up a pair of net stocking.

"That's the name of the game isn't it? Tips." Finally gathering up the courage she turned to look at him in the flesh. His dark hair causally a mess from the show he just finished didn't distract from his handsome features. His eyes and his lips seemed larger than any man or woman for that matter should have been allowed to have. But it was the sultry strut that air of cockiness around him that made her nervous. He knew he was the shit and you couldn't help but agree with him.

"Don't you guys have a bathroom of your own." The entertainers never used the common bathroom.

"I could have said the same to you."