That Night at Closing

I still can't believe it happened that night. I was bartending and closing up after a slow evening when he walked in, a regular, but something about him that night felt different. We ended up alone together, the club locked behind us. He said my name with this deep, commanding tone, and suddenly I wanted to be his little girl. It started innocent enough, just playful teasing and flirty words, but it escalated fast. Before long, he had me down on all fours behind the bar, taking charge in a way that left no room for doubt about who was leading. I liked it more than I should have, being dominated felt so freeing, like shedding years of responsibilities. By the time we stopped, both breathless and shaking, it was late and I rushed to get dressed, not sure if what had happened could ever be repeated.