The Dom and The Daddy

Chapter 8: The Flirt

Perth couldn't take his eyes off the pixie like boy behind the bar. He had been watching him flit and fly from one side to the other all night, expertly pouring drinks and dodging advances. And dodge he did, there wasn't a man or women in this club that didn't want the chance to spend some time with this alluring young man. His soft doe eyes were rimmed with long curly lashes and just a touch of liner. His fringe hung just above those eyes and his lashes would catch it every so often causing him to toss his head back or brush his hand across his brow. Perths fingers itched to brush the hair away if only to touch that porcelain skin. But it was those oh so luscious lips that drew Perths eye all night. The boy had a habit of pulling his lower lip between his teeth when he was under pressure, or maybe he just did it cuz he noticed how crazy it was making Perth. Either way, as the night drew closer to an end Perth became even more determined to lure this beautiful boy to his bed. The question now became how to approach his prey without detection. He had watched all night as one after another potential suitor were gently but effectively batted away, like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn. Kitten, that was the perfect description of this young man, with his beauty, his flirty playful nature and his all seeing eyes that never missed an order or a glance.
After Perth watched Saint go up those stairs with Zee he figured his friend was in good hands for the time being. Maybe they'd both get lucky tonight. Time to shoot his shot, he figured as he approached the end of the bar, here goes nothing. Perth walked up to where his mysterious bartender stood closing out his register and divvying up tips for the busboys. Perth cleared his throat to make his presence know and not spook the boy. "Sergio can get your order at the next register sir, I'm done for the night." Said the bartender over his shoulder. "I'm not thirsty at the moment, but I could go for a snack, if you care to join me." Perth responded with his signature smirk.

Shaking his head and chuckling the bartender turned to face Perth with a mischievous sideways grin "That has got to be the lamest pickup line I've heard all night. I'm almost embarrassed for you. Please tell me you can do better. " "I just needed to see those beautiful eyes of yours for some inspiration Kitten." Responded Perth with a sense of accomplishment. "Kitten? " inquired the bartender, placing his hands on his slender, yet curvy hips. "What, you don't like it? Then I guess you'll just have to tell me your name." Said Perth with a grin. " I didn't say I don't like it, I just don't get it, and you haven't told me your name either." Responded the barkeep with a raised brow. "Ah you have a point. My name is Perth and what's not to get, your beautiful, move around the bar with the grace of a trained ballet dancer and I can only imagine how soft your skin and hair must be to touch. Plus I've been watching you bat away advances like balls of yarn all night. So in lieu of a real name I just went with Kitten." The bartender tilted his head, looked up at Perth thru his fringe and asked with amusement "So Perth are you volunteering to be my new toy then?" "Oh Kitten, I'm no toy. I'm the catnip! I'll take you higher than you've ever been. I'll drive you crazy and have you purring like a good Kitty." Perth said leaning over the bar to get close enough to whisper in his ear. "So how about that name or maybe you're beginning to like Kitten." "My name is Earth and maybe if you can deliver on that catnip promise, I'll LET YOU call me Kitten." Said Earth walking around the bar to stand in front of a stunned Perth.