Bobbi 24

I am twenty-four and I have been tending bar long enough to know the difference between a room full of noise and a person who actually sees me. Drew is twenty-nine. He does not hang around the taps while I work. He shows up after close, when the stools are up and the copper is wiped and I am done being quick with my hands for other people. What I want from him is simple and I say it every time, because I like hearing myself ask. I want his hand. A spanking I request, skin on skin, nothing else, and then I want him to stay for the quiet part. He is sober when we do it. So am I. We do not play this on a night when either of us has been drinking. If I need it to stop I say last call, and he stops before the next breath. After, there is water and a towel and his voice gone soft. That is the whole shape of us. I like the shape.