Four Billionaires for St. Patrick's Day

by Sierra Sparks

  “Here he is!” I heard Travis say sometime later.

  It was now dark in the office. I had really slept for several hours.

  “Get out from under there, bro,” said Travis.

  I crawled out of my hiding space feeling very refreshed.

  “Oh, man,” I yawned. “I needed that. What time is it?”

  “It’s six o’clock!” snapped Kenner. “We’ve been looking for you for an hour! Brax is pretty pissed.”

  “Meh,” I shrugged. “He’ll get over it. Just don’t tell him where you found me.”

  “What are we supposed to tell him, bro?” snapped Travis.

  We started walking out of the office and downstairs to the limo.

  “My phone died and I was in the…library!” I suggested.

  “You never go into the library,” pointed out Kenner. “Only our engineers are boring enough people to want to look at technical manuals.”

  “Tell him I was playing craps with the maintenance staff again,” I suggested.

  “Bro, he could end up firing one of them,” said Travis. “That’s not cool. Just tell him the truth.”

  We got down to the limo. Brax was making an annoyed face.

  “Totally my fault,” I said taking the blame. “My phone died.”

  “I had you paged on the P.A. system,” Brax informed me. “Did you go deaf too?”

  “Brother, you deserve the truth,” I started. “The truth is…I locked myself in a supply closet and fell asleep.”

  “Well, that sounds stupid enough to be you,” Brax conceded. “But somehow, I still think you’re lying. Nevertheless, we have more pressing matters to attend.”

  “All right, let’s get to the Bad Penny,” I said, trying to move past my own issue.

  “We should think about our situation and Claire’s,” said Brax. “I don’t think she’s going to choose.”

  “She’ll choose,” I assured him. “She’ll choose me. I have a feeling tonight’s the night.”

  “How so bro?” asked Travis.

  “This is like the third group date we’re having with her,” I explained. “It’s time we started making moves, gentlemen. Pressing our luck, so to speak.”

  “Please don’t do anything too vulgar,” requested Brax.

  “You’re not the boss of my penis,” I reminded him.

  “Oh, good God,” he muttered.

  We arrived at the Bad Penny and it was pretty packed. Apparently, the college students that had hung out the night before came back with their friends. This is exactly why having a loose system of carding minors for alcohol is a total benefit.

  When we walked in, Claire looked like she in was in over her head. She was wearing a Bad Penny waitress uniform and a green skirt with a pattern of shamrocks. She also had a shamrock design on her cheek which was some kind of temporary tattoo.

  “Oh, thank God!” she said upon seeing us. “Kenner, I need you to bus the tables. Travis and Jax, take the tables you had last time and Brax, do you know how to make any mixed drinks.”

  “Well, I’ve drank a good many. How hard can it be?”

  “Perfect, come with me and I’ll get you set up at the bar,” she said hurriedly.

  While Kenner put on an apron and started collecting glassware, Travis and I waitered again. This time, I ran in the back and changed my shirt so I was wearing a Bad Penny polo. I looked more like an official member of the wait staff.

  Unfortunately, when I got to my first table it was the college girls again. This time, they brought their friends. They were hot and young, but a little too young for me. They giggled and said hello and I heard them mutter things like, “That’s the guy I was telling you about!”

  Being handsome does have it’s drawbacks. Here I was, trying to get Claire’s attention and instead I was getting it from every other girl in the bar. The college girls eventually set off every other girl in the bar looking in my direction. It’s was kind of a competition/jealousy thing.

  Claire’s chef had really kicked up his game. He was creating so many crazy food items, he had to stop cooking and explain them to me when I was serving them. He was even making stuff that people hadn’t ordered and I had no idea what to charge them. Claire would look at the bill, do the math in her head and come up with a price. I don’t know if she was a genius restaurateur or just making prices up because she was too busy.

  The sudden influx of bar staff allowed Claire to get back on top of running things. She hastily washed a bunch of desperately needed bar glasses, while Brax slowly made Manhattans for the guests and himself.

  “A good chef always checks his work,” he declared, clinking glasses with some customers.

  They drank. They grimaced. Guess they weren’t any good.

  “All right,” he said. “Live and learn.”

  It was pretty chaotic for a few hours. Finally, after an exhausting night the bar closed and the customers went home. Claire ushered McCleary and Stetson out. Stetson staggered back.

  “G’night, Claire,” he slurred. “You’re the best.”

  “Yep, I know,” she said. “G’night.”

  I was still pretty wide awake, thanks to my nap. Travis, AKA: Mr. Muscle, was also still ready to go. Kenner looked like someone had mugged him and then spilled several drinks and various food items on him. Brax was three sheets to the wind. He had tried a few too many of his own drinks.

  “All right, let’s party!” said Claire foisting her hands in the air. “I think I need a drink! Bartender, set me up with a Manhattan.”

  “I think I finally perfected it,” said Brax a little unsteady. “Would you like some rocks on the side?”

  “Yes, I would. Thanks,” she smiled, giving him a kiss.

  She then leaned over and gave Travis a kiss before he could complain, then Kenner who wasn’t even paying attention. I played some appropriately dancey music on the jukebox and started to move on the floor. She quickly joined me and we kissed.

  “The bar seems to be doing well these days,” I said.

  “Yeah, at this rate, I could probably actually hire you guys,” she said. “Is it okay if I still sexually harass you if I do?”

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I quipped.

  She started to grind into me. It was very sensual on the dance floor. Looks like someone flipped a switch on Claire! Was I going to be the winner here? I got a little more grabby. I noticed now that her skirt was pretty short and kept flipping up while she was dancing. She was wearing what looked like a green rhinestone thong underneath.

  Brax finished mixing her drink and she took a sip. She gave him a thumbs up and then poured the rest of it over the ice. She started dancing with Kenner and dragged him on the dance floor as well. She pulled his hands around her and encouraged him to touch him below her skirt.

  Damn girl! You’re unleashed! Guess the contest wasn’t over and it was Claire that was going to kick up her game too. Travis moved in to dance from behind and grabbed her. She grinded into him for a moment and he did the dance floor thing where he pretended to spank her.

  “You know the pay sucks working here, but the benefits are great!” joked Travis.

  At that moment, Fernando the cook walked in. The dancing abruptly stopped. Claire looked a little embarrassed and immediately went back into manager mode.

  “Oh, Fernando, I’m sorry,” she said. “I thought you already left.”

  “No, I was just putting away some of my tools for tomorrow,” he explained. “I like to keep a clean kitchen.”

  “I know you do,” agreed Claire. “Here’s your pay for the night and a tip. You did really great.”

  “Thank you, Ms. Claire,” he said. “Not too many people would give a two-time felon a third chance, but I’m glad you did!”

  Fernando smiled, pocketed his pay and head out. Claire sort of muttered to herself a little confused. Guess she had missed the part on Fernando’s resume where he said he was a two-time felon and ex-con. Still, he seemed like a nice guy that had his
life together, so, who am I to judge? Who is anybody really?

  Claire let Fernando out the back door where she and he always parked and said good night. She laughed, making sure there was no other staff in the bar. This was her space now and it was guest-invite only. I had followed her into the back.

  “Oh, God, how am I going to explain that to Fernando?” she said to me, falling on my chest.

  “If anyone shouldn’t judge, it should be him,” I said. “He’s not going to care. Plus, he seems really happy.”

  “Yeah, I’m happy too,” she said.

  We kissed hard. I had my hands all over her. The other guys were drinking and dancing in the other room and they couldn’t hear anything over the music. I kissed her neck and fondled her breasts.

  “Yes, like that,” she whispered. “Oh, Jax. And right here.”

  She took my hand and guided it under her shirt. Claire placed my fingers right over her panties. They were a little damp.

  “Fingerfuck me. Right here,” she whispered.

  I kissed her, sticking my tongue deep inside her mouth. Her breath had more than just the Manhattan on it. She was pretty buzzed, as we all were. My hands slipped under her damp panties and found the hood of her clit. I touched her and teased her.

  “Yes, like that,” she said breathless. “Get me off right here!”

  I slowly slipped a finger in and she bit her bottom lip. God, she was sexy! She started grinding on my hand and I started rapidly pumping my fingers in and out. I could feel warm water oozing out of her incredibly hot snatch. I inserted two fingers now, back and forth.

  “Yes-yes-yes!” she breathed.

  Suddenly, she shutter and a rush of cum came out of her pussy and all over my hand. She moaned in pleasure and bit my bottom lit.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she moaned. “Thank you. I needed that.”

  She kissed me deep and then moved to run into the restroom.

  “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she said.

  “Don’t be too long,” I said, tasting my fingers. “I think you’re quart low.”

  I walked back out into the room and I spotted Travis watching me. Dammit! I think he saw. Almost immediately he got up and walked into the back. Brax handed me a drink a little drunk.

  “I’m having a terrific time,” he slurred.

  “Yeah, thanks,” I said, trying to end the conversation.

  “Hey, Jax,” said Kenner suddenly inserting himself into the conversation. “Which do you think Claire would like?”

  Kenner had bought himself some Saint Patty Day’s ties. One was green with a leprechaun and the other had shamrocks.

  “Why are you just putting this on now?”

  “I forgot and left them in the limo.”

  “The shamrocks. Excuse me.”

  I went over towards the woman’s restroom. The door was open a crack. Inside, I could see Travis basically repeat what I just did. He had his two middle fingers up in her and was going to town. She was holding onto his neck and vibrating and cumming. Gotta admit, it was kind of hot to watch. Kind of like watching a live porno. Kenner followed me and suddenly was standing next to me watching the same thing.

  “What’s going on?” he asked. “Holy shit. Well, that looks like fun. Guess the contest is over, huh?”

  “No,” I informed him. “And it is fun.”

  “Wait, you both?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I said folding my arms. “Claire is one adventurous woman.”

  “Okay, what’s the etiquette here?” asked Kenner nervously. “I’m in over my head, what do I do?”

  “Okay, always remember that she sets the pace,” I counseled.

  “She sets the pace, right,” Kenner repeated.

  “But you gotta make it known what you want. Be assertive, but not aggressive.”

  “Assertive but not aggressive. Got it.”

  Travis and Claire were winding down. I hit Kenner on the shoulder and gestured for him to back away with me.

  “Is he going to have sex with her now?” he muttered.

  “I don’t think so,” I said. “She’s setting the pace. Tonight it’s about her. Just be cool, okay? Now let’s have a drink.”

  We went back to the bar where Brax continued to serve. He was now attempting to make all the mixed drinks he could make off the bar’s tablet of recipes.

  “This is a lot easier than I thought,” he slurred. “If I had some fresh mint, I could make mohitos!”

  Travis and Claire came back and we continued to drink and dance. At some point, the music slowed down. I was sitting at the bar with Travis and toasted him.

  “To you, bro,” I said. “Cheers.”

  “Cheers,” he said, clinking. “No hard feelings.”

  “No, none. Of course not,” he said.

  In the corner of the bar, Kenner and Claire were sitting in a booth making out. He grabbed her breasts. I watched in the mirror of the bar out of the corner of my eye. Brax continue to mix drinks totally shitfaced by this point. He almost lost his balance.

  “Bro, are you okay?” asked Travis.

  “It’s fine,” he slurred. “I’ve switched to coffee liquor to sober up.”

  Kenner had reached his hand under Claire’s skirt. She tensed up and pushed his face down into her cleavage. I could see her legs shake under the table. Kenner must’ve had fast hands. Just above the music, I could hear her moan in pleasure. She kissed Kenner, as she kissed me and Travis. It was tender and loving, but also sensual.

  I wasn’t sure Brax was even aware of what was happening in the bar around him. He was so drunk, he finally just sat down on the floor behind the bar and passed out.

  “I’m just gonna take a nap here, I---“

  A fast song came on. Claire and Kenner were up dancing and Travis and I were drunk enough to join them. It was a fun time. After a couple of songs, we decided to get some club sodas.

  “Man, I’m wasted,” said Travis. “I need some soda just to dilute all the alcohol in my body.”

  Claire was behind the bar. She stood there serving drinks with a strange expression on her face. I guess she was just as drunk.

  “Yeah, you have to be Irish to take it,” she gasped. “The creature. That’s what they call booze in Ireland. Mmmm.”

  “Are you okay, Claire?” I asked. “You look like you’re going to pass out.”

  “No-no,” she laughed. “I’m definitely--- Definitely not going to--- Ahhhh--- Pass out, no.”

  Kenner and eye kept hearing a noise, but we weren’t sure what to make of it. Then, suddenly, we both realized it was coming from under the bar. We looked over. Brax was awake and he was eating out Claire’s pussy.

  “Holy shit,” said Kenner.

  “Wish I had thought of that,” said Jax.

  “Oh, God! Ooooh!” moaned Claire. “It’s so good! Lick me I’m Irish, baby!”

  Travis lifted a drink in the spirit of the night. Kenner and I did the same and drank. Claire came all over Brax’s face and down the front of his suit. I had to have sex with this woman. God damn, she was wild.

  “Okay guys,” said Claire looking at the time. “I hate to be a buzzkill, but I’m expecting a big day tomorrow and a huge hangover. I gotta get to bed. It’s late and the bar’s a mess.”

  We had kinda wrecked things. I wanted to stay, but she needed to tend to the bar.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said.

  It was now routine. We were part of her life. She gave us all a kiss as we left, including Brax, who we had to carry to the limo.

  Inside the limo, Brax dug around inside the limo bar, found a Red Bull, opened it and chugged it down. He threw the can aside.

  “Okay, listen fellas,” he slurred. “We need to talk.”

  “I think the move is obvious,” I said. “We share her. Together. All four.”

  “Yes, I agree,” slurred Brax. “If I’m a judge of any character and I am a judge of any character, her character wants us. Did that make any sense?”

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��Mostly,” acknowledged Kenner who turned his head away from Brax’s breath. “But the question is, can she handle it?”

  “I’m positive this chick can handle four dicks,” I said frankly.

  “Whoa! Bro!” said Travis. “Scale back the frat boy talk!”

  “Me?” I said.

  “That’s not what I meant,” said Kenner. “I meant emotionally, your horn dog.”

  “Well, I’m in,” said Brax. “I adore this woman. There’s something about her.”

  “I haven’t felt this way about anyone since Sasha,” said Kenner. “This is really important to me. Jax, be serious now. Is this just another conquest for you? You can already have any girl your want. Don’t make this about your dick.”

  “I got to admit,” said Travis. “I got feelings for this girl. It’s weird for me, but she and I really connected. I don’t know if it’s the bar or the way she acts, but I’m definitely down for the relationship.”

  “Of course,” said Brax. “Who wouldn’t be? She’s smart and funny and oh, so sexy! And she taught me how to make a Manhattan. I had drunken many before but I never mixed one before. Am I rambling? It feels like I’m rambling.”

  “I’m not afraid to admit,” I said. “It got real for me. It really did. And you guys are my friends, so if I shared someone, I’m glad it’s with you guys. You guys are like my family and it’s almost like, Claire’s becoming family too.”

  “Holy shit,” said Kenner smiling. “Did you just become a real person before our very eyes? I never heard you talk that way. That’s the stuff you should’ve been talking about when you were a musician, man.”

  “Brother,” said Brax seriously. “Are you being genuine with us? Are you in love with this girl like the rest of us?”

  “I think I am,” I said sincerely. “It’s weird for me. It’s never happened like this before. One minute, I’m coming in here to score with a waitress and the next minute--- I have all these feelings for her.”

  “We’re in this together then,” said Brax. “Assuming she’s amen--- amen--- amendable-able. I think she is.”

  “Guys is this situation weird? Do people do this?” asked Kenner. “Jax is this something you’ve seen. You’re a worldly guy.”