Life had been steady as of late, not that Betty was complaining. She had a job that she was happy and good at, a family that adored her, friends that supported her, and her love life? Well, it was definitely going places but tonight she put everything to the side. Every once and a while she craved excitement, passion, and lust. The feeling of being needed was making her even more anxious to get to her destination.
Tonight she was trading in her nickname for Liz, her ponytail for loose curls, and glossy lips to red lipstick, the type that would leave marks on the glasses she would drink tonight or even someone's lips. Her outfit was one she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing to work or any normal day, which is exactly what she wanted, not normal. Adjusting her dress that was a simple black strapless one but hugged her curves just right and was bound to call attention to herself. She glanced at the entrance door of the bar, taking herself in before entering.
The White Wyrm, she would come here often after visiting one night after work and found something or rather someone quite intriguing. Making her want to come back. To live within that world where she would use a name that made her feel confident and powerful, if only just for that night. It was silly, she can admit that but it was like putting on a mask and visiting a world that you’re not apart of, a fantasy. Things seemed busy inside but she was lucky enough to spot an empty seat at the bar, her usual spot. Far enough to keep her space but close enough to the action and easy hold on drinks. Seeing that most of the people weren't exactly her type or even near her age she knows she made the right seating choice, typical for a gang bar but she didn't mind, all she needed was to find one person.
Betty made herself comfortable and was quickly noticed by the bartender. “What can I get you?”
She was pretty, beautiful even, Betty could tell she didn't take any BS, especially working here she must know how to handle herself, must be the other girl that works the bar too.
“Gin and tonic, please”
“You got it.” She quickly grabbed a glass and started making a drink. It always amazed Betty to see the girl multi-tasking. Making her drink while taking orders from the other side of the bar and then pouring shots in between. Not to mention keeping track of who pays.
“Are you working alone tonight...umm?” She asked, with a tone that was a bit louder than usual but necessary to be heard over all the noise. And she couldn't finish asking because she was dumb enough not to ask for a name.
She walked over, placing Bettys drink on a napkin. “It’s Toni, no my boss should be here soon and everyone is a regular, practically family so nobody would pull anything funny” She gave Betty a wink quick smile before taking the cash that Betty had placed down. “Liz” She might as well know her name too, well almost her name.
“Let me know how it is, Liz.” Glancing at Bettys drink while placing the bottles back.
Betty took a sip and was instantly glad she choose the drink. The perfect taste of lime and not too bittersweet at the end. She met Toni's eyes as she raised her glass and nodded with a satisfied smile.
Toni smiled at herself, seeing as though she accomplished making a good cocktail. It was a nice change of having to serve beer and pour countless shots.
She felt a presence, taking another sip she smiled to herself, knowing exactly who it was.
He was close to her ear now, close enough that she could smell his cologne, making her legs tighten and throat dry up.
“How am I suppose to work when you’re dressed like that and all I want to do now is fuck you on top of this bar” His voice dark and low.
She closed her eyes briefly, taking his words and the image he just described. Steadying her breath, she turned over her shoulder to meet his eyes, there faces close enough that one more inch and the surely would react to the scene they were thinking of. She took her hand and ran it over his face, down his neck, biting her lip as she trailed her fingers over his stomach and ran them back up, meeting his eyes and then his lips. Before he registers the moment she dropped her hand, smiled, turned back, and took another drink.
“Maybe later.”
He stood up, laughing at her response. Walking behind the bar, he placed both hands on the bar and leaned towards her. His eyes grew dark. “We can either wait till later when the bar closes or you can meet me in the back office?”
She considered waiting. But seeing him dress with a black tank that showed up his muscular body, it was tempting.
“What’s it gonna be Betty?”
So maybe not everything had to be left behind for this fantasy. Her love life made her feel everything she’d been searching for. The first night she visited this bar, she met him. Nothing has been the same since.
She pulled back enough to step off the stool but before she fully turned he got her attention.
Reaching behind Toni, he grabbed a napkin, dipped it in water.
“C’ mere”
She stepped closer and he gently took a hold of her chin, pressing her lips with his index finger. Wiping off what was left of the red.
Giving her a quick kiss before dropping his hands. “There you are.” He smiled at her.
She winked at him before turning and heading in the direction of his office. But not before hearing him.
“I’m taking my break, Toni.”
“You got it, boss. And tell Betty I said Liz doesn't suit her.”
He laughed at the name that she choose for tonight. It was one of many he’s heard. She’s been Lizzy, Lili, Ellie, Beth, and Betty. The first night she was Betty and that was the best one. She would tell him it was silly but he didn't mind. It was nice to once and a while pretend to meet for the first time. And to be honest the outfits made it easier to play along. She wasn’t aware of just how erotic she looked, all the time, even with her normal everyday clothes and he was going to make her she knew what effect she had on him.
She was every fantasy that he could've wanted. His favorite fantasy would be in a world where he could call her his girlfriend.
