Behind the Bar

Every night at the bar, when the patrons are gone and only a few stragglers remain, I find my secret outlet for pleasure. Tonight was one of those nights where it felt like everyone else faded into the background as I prepared my special toy, a sleek vibrator disguised in a box of condoms under the counter. My fingers trembled slightly with excitement as I set up the remote control, my mind already wandering to the sensations about to come. I slipped behind the bar and leaned against the cool metal surface, my skirt hitching up around my hips as I readied myself for some intimate playtime. The hum of the toy was barely noticeable over the low music playing in the background, but it sent a thrill through me every time I pressed one of those buttons. Each vibration made my legs shake and brought a moan to my lips that thankfully got drowned out by the ambient noise. Tonight's climax came when an unexpected customer walked in just as I was about to reach the peak, a moment frozen between anticipation and release. The stranger gave me a curious look, but before he could say anything, the night took its usual turn with the last of the regulars calling it a night. I breathed deeply, readjusted my skirt, and packed up, ready for another day tomorrow while harboring these secret moments.