by L. A. Boruff
I’m glad I was able to help Larry, he’s a good person. He donated a bunch of the money to a children’s shelter in Harlem, and they named a rec center after him. Now, there’s a place where kids can go after school free of charge. There are also classes that families can attend, and a place for the community to gather for celebrations and holidays. I feel bad for him because he never found a family of his own, so I try to include him in many of the bar events as possible. Tonight, he’s going to be judging the drinking contest, as the honorary St. Patrick’s Day King.
“Need another refill before the contest starts?” I ask him. He nods his head and puts his glass on the bar for me to take it. I grab it and wash it in the soapy liquid I have on one side of the sink and rinse it in the clean water next to it. I put it on the rack to dry, and grab a clean glass. I already know Larry’s order, a Manhattan. He says, it makes him seem more sophisticated, because Winston Churchill’s mother was said to be the reason the drink was created. I grab a bottle of bourbon, vermouth, and bitters and pour them into the shaker over ice.
The trio walk up to the bar on the far side and glance around at their surroundings. They have a seat on the empty stools some patrons just vacated. I feel the tingle in the air that I normally do when someone’s luck needs to change. See, I’m not just a bartender, I’m the Greek Goddess of Luck. My real name is too long and not fun to pronounce. Instead, I go by Lucille, or Luck, which I think is pretty funny. With my powers, I not only feel when someone's luck needs to change, but I can also make that happen by giving out good luck. Or, when the situation calls for it, I can easily make someone's life very, very shitty.
I finish mixing Larry’s drink and place it on the bar in front of him. He nods his head in thanks and turns to observe the crowd. I make my way over to the three men who make everyone else in this bar insignificant and take a good look at them. I soak in all that muscle and brawn as I approach. They are gorgeous on their own, but together…I step in front of them, and I feel like I might faint. My pussy twinges and I have to hold onto the bar to steady myself. It’s getting hot in here, and it’s not because of the growing crowd.
“Hey Luck, remember us?” Sullivan says. I look into his hazel eyes and think about all the things I want to do to him. I picture his red hair between my thighs pleasuring me until I explode around that beautiful mouth of his.
“How could I forget, you were the highlight of my afternoon,” I say, in a flirtatious tone. I give them my megawatt smile and a little wink. I can tell that I was right before, they definitely want a piece of this. “What can I get you?”
“There are so many things I want from you, but for now I’ll take a Guinness,” Sullivan says, in a gravelly voice. I can hear a hint of an accent, that I’d bet money only comes out when there are a lot of emotions. My goddess powers show me intense emotions, and this man’s desire is rolling off of him in waves. I’m instantly turned on, making my panties wet. I shift my stance to get into a more comfortable position. I can’t believe the effect these three are having on me.
“I’ll have a John Walker Blue neat,” Santino chimes in. His face is pure perfection. I want to suck on those delicious full lips. He is just the right balance between rough and preppy. I bet he would look amazing in a suit, which I would rip off of him to run my hands over whatever he is hiding.
“Let me get a Sex on the Beach,” says their mysterious, sexy as hell friend. His voice is like a soothing balm over a sunburn. It sends delightful chills through my body.
“You want a Sex on the Beach?” I ask, somewhat suspiciously. This guy looks more like he would drink Jagerbombs.
He gives me a smile, and if I couldn’t feel my heart still beating in my chest, I would have thought I’d died and gone back to Olympus. How is this guy not a god? I have never seen a more handsome man in my very long life. He must have demigod genes. “Yeah, it’s my favorite, and I am man enough to admit it,” he says, with a challenge. He is judging my merit, whether I am going to act like normal girls and make fun of his drink choice. Challenge accepted.
“You can have anything you want,” I taunt. I lick my lips and bite the corner of my mouth. His eyes widen, and he places his hands on the bar, leaning in to whisper in my ear. I copy his movements and come face to face with him. He smells like peppermint and man. The raw masculine scent, like sweat and musk, that is so primal it makes me wet.
He lowers his voice and says, “I assume you have a back room or office?” I nod and urge him to continue with my eyes. “I’ll be back there in 15 minutes.” My pulse quickens, and anticipation shoots right down to my pussy. I feel the rush of excitement come off of him, and my goddess powers soak it up. The tingling of arousal begins to build.
I lean back from the bar and look at his two friends. They seem just as eager as Gorgeous is. I smile at all of them and go about mixing their drinks, while mentally counting down the torturous 15 minutes. I have Nicky my other bartender deliver them while I take care of customers on this side of the bar. If I don’t distance myself from them, I will fuck one of them on this bar right now. My goddess powers are zinging, and I can feel the energy in waves tonight. There is so much negativity in the world, so I try to make it a little easier for everyone. Just a bit of luck to make their days better. The guys must be craving a release, so my magic is doing its thing. I am going to ride this high of emotions and help these men out with the luck they need. I get to be that happy recipient because, before the end of the night, I will have all of them.
Finally reaching the 15-minute mark, I turn to my bartender, “Nicky, you got this? I have to grab something in my office really quick,” I ask, in a hurried voice. I am vibrating with anticipation.
“Yeah, we’re good boss. Don’t take too long; we have the first round of the competition in a bit,” she replies. I give her a thumbs up and make my way to the back. My office is really just a closet that I converted to fit a tiny desk and a chair. I have a filing cabinet on one wall and a small chaise on the other. It’s cramped in here, but it’s just enough in case I need to crash.
It doesn’t take long for him to find me back here. His lustful eyes say everything, and there is no need for words. He is on me in an instant, pushing me into the desk, drawing me into his dominance, and making me beg for what I want. His lips are soft as velvet. He flicks his tongue out and enters my mouth. I feel his control wavering. He wants to fuck me now. His hands go up into my hair, and he pulls my head back to kiss my throat. I can feel him, so hard pressed against my belly, and the thought of not having him inside of me is almost unbearable.
My hands roam his chest. I slip off his jacket, and while he breaks contact, I pull off my shirt. I have small breasts, so I never wear a bra. And the ravenous look in his eyes makes me very grateful for the fact. His hands grab them, and the roughness of his palms is enough to make me arch back over the desk. He tweaks my nipples and leans down to suck on them. I need to feel him.
I lean back up and grab the waist of his jeans. Pulling him closer, I pop the button and unzip. I peel down his underwear and revel in the glorious prize before me. He is living up to every expectation that I have. His hard as fuck cock is thick and long. It curves just a tad at the top, which is going to feel oh-so-good on my g-spot. I quickly roll down my jeans just underneath my ass, giving him access but also allowing us to make a quick getaway if needed.
“How about you turn around so I can fuck you over this desk?” he asks, in a sultry tone. There is nothing better than a man who knows what he wants.
I give him a saucy wink and spin around. Leaning over the desk slowly, I make sure my pussy is on display for him. I hear him draw in a breath as he runs his hands down my ass. His grip is firm and rough. A man who works with his hands. He smacks me once, and the loud crack can be heard around the room. My pussy pulses from the pain and drips from the pleasure. I want this man in me now.
“Stop fucking around, and put it in already,” I say, with an urgent tone. If he makes me wait any longer, I am
going to have to take matters into my own hands.
He hears my command and responds with one forceful thrust. The walls of my pussy stretch to accommodate for his large size. He sits in me for a beat before he begins to move. His pace increases as his need starts to get out of control. My hands are braced on either the side of the desk, giving him the stability, he needs to fuck me harder.
As I am about to come, the office door opens. Sullivan is standing in the entrance way with a huge smile on his face. His eyes hold nothing but lust and need. Interesting. Gorgeous keeps fucking me, never losing his stride. It doesn’t seem to bother him. I take a chance.
“Close the door if you’re going to stay,” I tell him with a groan on my lips. This feels so fucking good, and the fact that Sullivan is watching has my already aching clit yearning to be touched. I reach down and start to rub it a little, just to relieve some of the pressure.
He closes the door and walks over to us. “I like to watch, but I’d love to join. How do you feel about that?” He asks, in a tone that quickens my pulse.
I let out a guttural moan and lick my lips. I run my eyes over him and stop them at the bulge that has grown in his pants. “Take them off so I can taste you,” I tell him.
His eyes widen, and he does as I say. He isn’t as big as Gorgeous, but I’m sure it feels equally amazing. Gorgeous picks me up and flips me around, so my back is now on the desk, and my head is hanging off the end. We quickly recover, and he begins to slam into me with hurried exuberance. Approaching me from the other side of the desk Sullivan bends down and starts to kiss me. His kisses are hurried, and we fight for dominance as he strokes himself up and down. I groan into his mouth which he takes as a signal. He stands back up and places his cock just within reach of my mouth. I close the distance and flick my tongue out to lick the head. I swirl slow circles around him before he shoves the rest of it in my mouth. His hands go automatically to my hair, cradling my head, while he fucks my face.
My arousal is heightened by his ability to take control. I am just along for the ride. “Oh God Luck, that feels so good,” Sullivan says as I hum around his cock. I rub his balls with one hand and support myself with the other on the flat surface of the desk. He releases my head and glides his rough palm down to my breasts. Sullivan bends over and takes a soft peak into his mouth, sucking and nipping. My orgasm begins to build while I am between these two handsome men. It doesn’t take long for Sullivan to come. I feel him tense inside me, and then the smooth release of him coming in my mouth. It makes me even wetter.
Gorgeous starts to groan louder, so I know he is close. Sullivan tucks himself away, but then reaches between me and Gorgeous, and starts to massage my clit. A world of stars pours behind my eyelids. I have reached euphoria. He kisses me like I’m the last woman on Earth. Being between these two, I feel like the goddess I truly am.
When Gorgeous starts to come, my explosion over takes me. Chills run up from my toes to my clit. My skin is sensitive, and an overwhelming sense of serenity runs through my body. There is something about a man’s release that pushes me over the edge. I clench around him, pulsing my pleasure around his cock. I love that I caused this man to come undone. We all stop for a moment to catch our breaths. Before I can think too long on it, Sullivan is pulling me over to the chaise. He bends me over the arm, and I place one knee on the cushion, and the other on the floor. His cock slides right in and starts to pump furiously. I moan loudly and look over to find Gorgeous watching us intently. His watching is making me get even hotter. My skin is prickly, and my scalp gets a rush of goosebumps.
“You like it when Sully fucks you from behind?” he asks, with a sexy tone. I can’t answer him because I am so wrapped up in sensations. I stare into his eyes and bite down on my lip so hard that the taste of blood enters my mouth. His nostrils flare, and I can see the heat in his eyes. Sullivan makes a loud moan behind me and thrusts one last hard thrust. His pulses send me into a frenzy, and I squeeze around him. My orgasm makes me hunch over and dig my nails into the cushions. God that felt good.
I was thinking this was going to be a quick fuck, but that felt different. A different I haven’t felt in a very long time. I didn’t intend for the night to go this way, but I am sure glad it did.
I back away and start to put some clothes on. It has been too long since I have been at the bar, Nikki must be going nuts. I smile sweetly at them just before I am about to head back out. “Gotta get back to work,” I say to them. Their eyes look somber, and there is a pang of hurt there. They look at one another as if they are having that silent conversation again. This was only a tryst, why do they look upset. “You guys coming?”
“When does the bar close?” Sullivan asks.
“I told you earlier, four,” I tell him. I’m not sure why he keeps asking.
“We’d like to stick around if that is ok. After what just happened, I don’t think I could let you go just yet,” says Gorgeous, with a smirk. He knows how hot he is, and he is planning on making me notice all of it too.
“What is your name?” I ask, looking at him a bit quizzically. I don’t understand them. Most guys, especially their age, would want to ‘hit it and quit it’; so, what is going on?
“Damian,” he replies. “Damian Mackenzie.” My eyebrows shoot up because he looks as far from a Mackenzie as possible.
“My Ma is Dominican and African American, my Da is Scottish,” he says, with a little chuckle. He must get asked that a lot. His green eyes are shimmering in the light, and if I don’t get out of here, I am going to push him on the couch and fuck him all night.
“Well, Damian, let’s go back out there and see what kind of trouble we can get into tonight,” I say, with a saucy wink. His smile stretches across his whole face, and my panties ignite on fire.
* * *
I go up to the DJ booth and grab the microphone from Chris. “Hey everyone! Happy St. Patty’s Day,” I yell, over the crowd. They all turn to face me, a sea of eyes and green clothes. Their cheers are so loud that my ears start to ring. Being a goddess gives me certain power over the masses. I command their full attention. “We are going to start the beer drinking contest now,” I say as I look at the list Chris hands me. “I have four contestants this year. The defending champion from last year, Sosha Connors and three newbies. Alex Lock, Drew Seymour, and Ian Sullivan.
The crowd’s roars get louder as the four contestants approach the tables we have set up. Each seat has two pitchers of beer, a drinking glass, napkins, three bottles of water, and some bread. I try not to get everyone too drunk, and sometimes stop it before it gets too bad. Last year Sosha out drank two 250-pound men, and she is only 5’1’’. My girl is badass.
They take their seats as I address the crowd again, “Alright, let’s see who this year’s winner is going to be. One of you lucky bitches will win free drinks on me for a year, and bragging rights. Let’s play this smart, if at any moment the four of you aren’t able to continue let us know. No need to get hurt trying to prove yourself. Also, you will all be getting in a cab, or I will be looking at the person who is taking you home before you leave this bar. Everyone agreed?” They all nod their heads. “Let’s drink!”
They take on their task with vigor. It always starts this way; they fill up too quick and aren’t able to get the rest down. Sosha knows how to pace herself, and that’s what helped her win last year. I give Alex and Drew till the bottom of the second pitcher and then they are out. I have seen this too many times before. Ian, I am not too sure of, if he drinks anything like he kisses, Sosha may be in trouble.
As I look off into the crowd, I see Santino standing in the doorway to the offices. When he sees me looking, we make eye contact, and he waves me over. This can’t be good. I hand the mic back to Chris and start walking over to meet him. He is even sexier without his uniform. His broad form and amazing blue eyes stand out from here. He looks like sex on a stick with a button-down dress shirt untucked from his jeans. The shirt sleeves are rolled to the elbow, and his f
orearms are covered in tattoos. I can’t make out what they are, but they are sexy as fuck.
When I get to him, he gives me a lustful smirk. “Hey, Luck. How’s your night been going?” He asks. They told him. Those fuckers told him.
“It’s been alright so far. The bar is crowded, the drinks are flowing, and the contest just got underway. Your pal Sullivan is going to give Sosha a run for her money.” I reply.
“Yeah, Sully can drink anyone under the table. He is built like a machine, a beer consuming machine,” he says, with a huge smile. A smile that looks way too good on him. He knows he is hot, and I know it too.
“So, did you need something? I have to get back over to the competition,” I tell him. It’s not that I don’t want to stay with him, it’s that if I do, I know what will happen. I don’t know how he is with sharing like the other two, but I’d like to find out.
“I need for you to follow me into the bathroom. I think I see a leak,” he says, with a dead serious face. I give him some major eyebrow and a small smile. He is so obvious that it is a little comical.
“Is there a leak?” I ask as I walk back into the hallway with him. I might as well play along. Maybe this is his thing; he likes to do a bit of role play, which if I am honest turns me the fuck on.
“You could say that it’s more of a pipe that needs to be flushed,” he responds, in a seductive tone looking me dead in the eyes. It sends a rush straight to my core.
The bathroom only has a toilet, sink, and a small chair in the corner. It’s painted a light blue and doesn’t have much in the way of decoration. The bar isn’t big enough to have a men’s and women's, so it’s one bathroom for all. I walk in, and he comes in behind me and shuts the door. His size appears bigger in this small space. I look up into his eyes, and I see only hunger. Hunger for what I gave his friends, and what he wants to do to me.
