“Fuck off, you brutes!! She doesn’t want you fuckers lusting after her.I’Mbuying her a beer!”
“Thanks, boys, but I have a shift to get to. Can’t be fucked up on the clock,” I say as I approach Havoc.
“You’ve gathered quite the crowd already,” he says crossing his arms over his slutty little crop top that makes my pussy wet. “Good job, red.” I smile at him and shrug before I notice the other minotaur behind the bar.
“Hi, are you Cash? I’m Tess,” I say sweetly as he grunts and looks me up and down. Ok, ouch. Looks like Cash won’t be as easy to win over. I assume he thinks I’ll fuck this up tonight. I’ll just have to prove him wrong.
“You tend bar before?” he asks as I nod. “For a busy bar?” he asks next as I nod again. “We’ll see if you can keep up, human.”
“Cash,” Havoc warns as he stares down the other minotaur.
“Tess, excuse me,” he growls without any warmth behind his correction. I look at Havoc.
“It’s cool. I’m ready to work. Where can I set up?” He waves me behind the bar, opening the partition next to his hip and lifting the bar top. I slide through, watching another big group ofbulls enter the establishment, their loud talking filling the space with noise.
“Let’s see what you got,” Cash says, eyeing me wearily. I bite my bottom lip, secretly nervous as shit for this trial. I nod outwardly though, trying to maintain my confident mask.
“Here they come,” Havoc warns, as we turn to the approaching bulls.
Three hours later, I’m sweaty, my hair has been thrown back into a ponytail, and I’m guzzling water in between serving drinks and cashing minotaurs out. I’ve been catcalled, hit on, and every single bull has eyed my tits with interest. The tips have been enormous though. Cash let me know that we didn’t have to share. That whatever I earned was mine to keep. He keeps watching me empty my tip bucket and stash the cash in a grocery bag I found and put next to my purse in the back. I think he’s wishing we did split them now.
“Do we have any more bottles of Jameson?” I ask him as he points behind him without saying a word, his white ear twitching. I roll my eyes. The fucker isn’t planning on helping me at all. He wants me to fail and even though I’m fucking winded, I’m not. I’m holding my own. I race to the back storage room and search for the whiskey, feeling a little frantic in my haste.
“Here,” I hear from next to me as Havoc pulls it from the spot I looked at three times. “Breathe, red.”
“I am,” I hiss back defensively as he crosses his arms and leans against the liquor shelves.
“You’re doing good. It’s pissing Cash off,” he says, looking impressed. I try not to focus on how handsome he looks or how good his biceps appear pushed out in his current position.
“I’m aware. Which is stupid. I wish he’d just suck it up and put his ego to rest so we could work together and get this shit done!” I’m somewhat yelling at my boss, even though this anger is for my co-worker.
“I like your temper, red. It’ll take you far here.” As much as I want Havoc to push me up against these shelves and punish me with his monster cock, I have bulls to serve.
“I gotta get back out there,” I whisper as I clench my thighs together, swallowing as his gaze looks me up and down.
“Atta girl,” he says quietly. I do my best to keep breathing. “Get back out there.” He nods towards the bar.
“Alright,” I almost whimper, turning on my heel and rushing away from him. Fuck, I can’t fall for my hot ass boss. Like this isn’t already complicated enough.
Chapter Six: Havoc
Fuck, her ass is nice in those pants. They look similar to mine, and I wonder if she wore them to gain bonus points with me. If so, it’s working. Cash is being a dick, but Tess is making it work. I walk to the front of the storage closet to watch her from afar, seeing how she’s handling things.
She’s surrounded by bulls, all vying for her attention. A big dumb brute named Champ is practically panting as he orders a pint. Tess cocks her head, looking down at her chest to make sure she understands his line of sight is where she thinks it is.
“You want that pint, honey, then I urge you to be less obvious when looking at my tits, like the rest of your buddies,” she says as she snatches the twenty out his fingers and saunters away to the tap. I chuckle to myself as his friends hoot and holler, making him feel like the douchebag he is.
“How are they being less obvious if you saw them?” he asks incredulously.
“What’s your name?” Tess asks him as she leans over the bar top and pushes her tits together.
“Ch-Champ,” he stutters, doing his best to keep his eyes up, but failing miserably.
“Well,Champ. How fitting by the way,” she says as his friends again crack up behind him. “Judging from the size of your cock, you couldn’t handle me.”
“You were looking at my cock?!” he guffaws, making me chuckle to myself.
“Mhmm. That’s how you be discreet, sweetheart. And I need a bull packing a lot more than you are,” she practically purrs, passing him his pint before she turns to ring him up. She makes eye contact with me as she does, something passing between ussilently as she notices me watching her. She bites her bottom lip, before her eyes drop to my crotch. That’s right, baby. I’m the bull who’s packing what you need, red.
