Kelli's feet were tired. But it was a good kind of tired, the kind that told him that he'd put in a good day's labour, that he'd manned up and taken responsibility for his actions. It had been a long night, a long shift serving at the night-club, but it was worth every minute.
It hadn't taken long for Kelli to earn enough money to pay back what he owed for the drinks Jon and he had consumed. Jon, the more experienced of the pair having been visiting Girl World for a longer period of time, was a natural. Kelli found himself staring at the other man in awe, admiring how well he'd adapted to his new job, how quickly he was making patrons feel at home, taking care of their orders, ensuring there wasn't anything he could do to make their stay better.
The job itself was simple, Kelli figured that out right away. Take orders, bring them to the bartender, deliver drinks, collect money. What Kelli learned by watching Jon, however, was what it meant to go the extra mile.
Delivering a round of lagers to a table of young professionals, Kelli's eyes had wandered over to see Jon performing a similar task, only Jon was proving what a professional he could be at customer service. The smile on Jon's face was infectious, as evidenced by the hungry, lecherous, friendly smiles on all the patron's faces as Jon delivered their drinks one-by-one. One guest at Jon's table, a large, overweight, unshaven trucker type (he looked like he had a heart of gold under that stained wife-beater shirt), patted his lap. Not missing a beat, Jon, the savvy server, giggled, stepped up the the man, swung his stocking clad leg over the man and planted himself on his lap, facing him.
It was no wonder Jon was killing it with tips! At the pace Jon was setting, he wouldn't have to worry about a deficit during visits to Girl World Premium Content at all! He'd be more than set for his entire vacation!
Kelli collected his payment, small tips, and a swat to his behind by the nearest guest (the customers were being so kind and encouraging during his learning curve!), then wandered back to the bar, his eyes glued to Jon's performance.
Once Jon had settled himself, he wrapped his legs around the back of the man's chair and pressed his leotard-clad chest up to the man's face. The man, obviously not wanting to let Jon fall from his precarious position (the visitors to Girl World were nothing if not thoughtful), reached around behind Jon and tightly gripped his behind, big sweaty hands digging into Jon's cheeks. Then, in a stroke of genius, Jon reached behind him and grabbed one of the shots he'd delivered, tucked it into the low neckline of his leotard, and pulled the man's face down to retrieve it.
It was the personal touches that Jon was bringing to the job that made him so great at it, so inspiring. He wasn't just serving alcohol, he was creating a warm, happy, family atmosphere.
As Kelli grabbed the next tray of drinks from the bartender, Kelli watched as Jon slid down from the man's lap, onto the floor, under the table. Wondering what his roommate was up to, Kelli paused and observed. Jon's knees were resting on the floor, but he held his body close to the man's, nestling himself between his legs. Then Kelli spotted it. The man, in gratitude to Jon's personal service, had purchased a drink for his server! Wanting to reciprocate the personal touch that Jon had provided, the man had tucked a shot into his clothes too.
Since the man's wife-beater clearly didn't have enough tension to hold up a shot, Jon's customer had unbuckled his belt, his button, and his fly, and put the shot into his underwear. Kelli's mouth watered at the thought of having a shot of the white, creamy liquid in the shot glass, something to quench his thirst, something to liven up the evening. He'd had quite a few cosmos, but his buzz was beginning to wear off, and he was sure that what that man had in his underwear was just what he needed.
Jon didn't need to wait for an invitation. Plunging his face into the man's crotch, he nuzzled his way to the drink. It took a while before Jon came up for air. Kelli wondered if the taste had been so good that Jon had tried to lick it up. Whatever he had been doing, after a few moments, Jon emerged, empty shot glass between his teeth, smile in his eyes. The table erupted in cheers and laughter, all pleased with Jon's purely professional performance.
Wiggling his way through the bar again, Kelli made his way to a table on the far side of the room. His feet may be sore, but he was so glad that he was there. How lucky that he had stumbled on this job, on this roommate, on this vacation. With Jon as a mentor, Kelli was sure that he would be a much better man in no time.
