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He worked himself day and night, and you wondered concerningly if he ever even slept at night. He had paid his debts, and was now sole owner of “Bob’s Bar” which lengthened his daily ‘to-do’ list, that also consisted of tending to his loyal companion, Rocco. In your eyes, he deserved a hefty dose of fun and unwinding (as much as a person like Bob could unwind), and his 37th birthday opened the door to help you make that very goal achievable. So, your plan was set into action, and had unfolded without a hitch. So you thought, at least…

“Cheers, ol’ boy! This ones for you, Bob!” One of the most frequent stool warmers at the bar stuttered between drunken hiccups, raising up the third tequila past his limit.

The usual present pondering lines of Bob’s forehead seemed even more troubled suddenly, as the two of you stood chatting behind the bar top. You tossed your ashy blonde hair over your shoulder to turn and investigate the ringing bell that notified an entry. The eyes you looked into made you instantly squeamish, and all hopeful opportunities you’d envisioned ensuing with the object of your secret affections fizzled out. Nadia, the only ex you were ever aware of from Bob’s relationship endeavors, just had to show her unwelcomed face tonight, of all nights.

“Hey, birthday boy!” She screeched, waving the deflating ‘happy birthday’ balloon she had tied to her finger.

Nadia had tossed him into the trash, leaving him in the condition much like he had found Rocco inside her trash can a few years ago. No rhyme, or reason behind her flighty exit had been heard on the streets, and she hadn’t been seen since last fall. Her unexplained bow out had granted you a job, and a confused and wounded Bob to look after, so you were thankful in all honesty for her disappearance. It was her reappearance however, that had you squirming and insecure. 

“Uhh, yeah. Hel… Hi, Nadia,” Bob apprehensively greeted the ghost of his past, and leaned on the chipping wood of the counter to steady his shaken balance. “Where um.. where you been?”

The subdued tenor of his answer angered you to dangerous heights, and your conscious nagged you to spit venomous curses and toss her out on her smug ass since Bob obviously didn’t have the stomach to do it himself. But, it wasn’t your place to do so, and if you were being truthful, you saw her unforeseen return as a chance to decipher whether Bob was truly over what they had shared.

“You know, just here and there.”

Here and there?! That’s all she had for him? The utterly heartless and ignorance of her explanation had your head swimming, and your spiteful tongue could no longer be controlled.

“Bob! Let’s open your gifts, okay? Rocco keeps sniffing the bags in the corner. He’s trying to hurry you up!”

You couldn’t stand idly and twiddle your anxious fingers as she entranced him deeper into her silky web of manipulation and pitiful lies.

You brashly grabbed his hand into yours, and the heavy clogging of his worn boots echoed behind you careful not to stomp on a following Rocco yipping at your feet. Nadia cornered herself in a booth near the cake you had bought with your own earnings, and you smiled despicably to yourself when none of the party guests fawned over her homecoming. These were your customers as much as Bobs’, and they had whispered teasing remarks about seeing how the two of you were always blushing and flirting as you danced around each other behind the bar on a hectic night of business. Nadia’s departure had granted her top rank on the blacklist, and the attendees of Bob’s Bar had made their stance obvious.

 You held the growing pup in your arms, and smiled admiringly at the gawky excitements Bob attempted to show to his company. A party full of guests, all in one room to celebrate and dote over Bob was probably the closest thing to a nightmare in real time for him, and you began to wonder if the whole gesture was a colossal, incurable mistake. But, the quirky, barely perceptible half-smiles he snuck between gifts warmed you with reassurance. When he lifted the last perfectly creased corners of a package, tucked purposely by you behind all the others, he looked instantly to you when it was missing the gift-tag he examined it for.

“That one’s from Rocco and me. He even wrapped it himself.” Bobs’ endearing, single wonky tooth appeared suddenly, as your playful, pitiful excuse for a joke made him almost audibly laugh. It could’ve been construed as honest laughter, or a result of the flow of alcohol you’d insisted he intake, and let loose.

The protruding line of a vein tensed and shifted in his forearm from beneath the rolled sleeves of his flannel as he tore the paper casually in front of the room.  It was a photo taken on New Year’s Eve night at the bar several months ago that you had printed from your phone, of the pair of you decked in stupid ‘happy new year’ sequined tiaras, and silly Rocco smooshed between your heads with his panting tongue hanging out. That particular night had been the nearest Bob had come to finally biting the bullet and kissing you when the new year struck on the clock. You giggled recollecting how all eyes in the room immediately shifted to the two of you when the ball dropped to see if either of you would make the much-anticipated move. When his lips never moved, you instead settled on pecking him lingeringly to his scruffy cheek.

 “Look at that. That’s real nice! Thank you, really. Rocco, you too, buddy. But, I think imma give Y/N all the credit. No hard feelings.”

“You’re welco-“

“Oh my God, do you remember our first New Year’s Eve with Rocco?! He was snoring under the bar all night, then when everyone yelled at midnight, he got so scared and nearly jumped up your leg, Bob.”

Apparently, your particular birthday gift to the man in question had struck the attention of one unwelcome, obnoxious party guest who just had to jump in rudely with her pointless two-cents. You weren’t born yesterday, and neither was the interrupting ex-girlfriend of his who could see the flirtatious manner bouncing back and forth between yourself, and the man Nadia had clearly come back into town for.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do rememba that. He uh, he still ain’t a fan of real loud noises either. You know, like sirens and stuff.”

Bob swiveled in his chair to actually civilly converse with her, literally and figuratively turning his back on you. Maybe friends would be a line never crossed between you and Bob Saginowski as long as Nadia’s chilly presence loomed close by. But besides the hopes of a relationship between the two of you squandered, you feared your position as bartender would be dismissed as well if she swindled her way back into his life, and his bed successfully.

You turned the pup loose from your arms to roam the room, and drug your feet back behind the counter to refill drinks, and maybe sneak a swig or two of your own liquid courage. Closing time and last call would be arriving shortly, so you combed your hair back into a high ponytail, and pulled off your olive-green utility jacket to prepare for clean-up. No one had cut that cake, but since Nadia wanted to be the center of attention tonight, she could handle it. You were checked out, and ready to crash into bed with too many glasses of wine.

As you reached for the damp rag to wipe the counter of sticky remnants of spilled drinks, Johnny, a devoted customer and a bit of a watchful eye over the place if Bob ever had to leave you to handle things so he could run errands, snapped you from your thoughts.

“Hey, don’t chu throw in the towel. Alla us are countin’ on you to keep Bobby boy away from that little she-devil.” He whispered and nodded his head in the direction of the female snake petting on Rocco after rattling the ice cubes in his empty tumbler of bourbon.

“Seems no one can replace her, John. You saw it! It’s like I just left the room once she started to talk to him. They have history, I guess. I can’t compete. And I won’t either.”

“Nobody said it was a competition, Y/N. But, this is Brooklyn, honey. You gotta fight for whatcha want sometimes.”

………………..

“Alright, alright! Take the cake and get out of here, you goon!” You kindly teased with the last guest who wouldn’t take the order of leaving until you sent him home with the last two slices of the chocolate cake.

Rocco was snoozing under the pool table, avoiding the drunk hugs, and repetitive loop of a horrendous ‘happy birthday’ song being sung as the party goers lined out the door to head home for the evening. Bob ushered them out one by one, calling cabs for the few who he knew would wind up passing out on the sidewalk before they reached their own doorstep 5 blocks from the bar. It appeared only him, and yourself were left to lock up, and you were building up a bubble of nerve to confront him about Nadia, when you heard the gentle thud of a bathroom door closing down the hall.

She had already showed up like an unannounced gypsy to crash the party you had thrown for him, but that wasn’t enough to suffice. She had hung around, probably listening from the stall of the toilet, to wait for the room to clear so she could have some alone time to seal the deal. Bob looked to her, as did you, as she sheepishly approached the exit. Her ‘poor pitiful me’ charade was far from authentic, and you prayed silently and fervently that silly Bob would see right through her acting.

“I guess I’ll head out then…”

She looked to Bob, who then looked to you, who stared intently at Nadia.

“You could walk me home.. If it’s not too much trouble?”

That was it. The nail in your coffin. When he didn’t deny her instantly, you accepted you’d never hold the title of Bob’s girl, or Rocco’s dog-mom, and Nadia still compelled him beyond any way that you had.

“Go head, Bob. I’ll lock up.” You plastered on a brave, quite unconvincing smile as you rinsed and dried the last few glasses to shelf before you could head out.

“Are you sure? You already done so much tonight, I hate to ask.” Bob’s shifty eyes examined you seeking whether you were truly okay with him leaving you to handle the close up.

“She’s got it, Bob. I’m sure she’s closed alone before, right? It is your birthday, after all.”

Before you even had a second to object, Nadia interjected to make sure you didn’t. She had already awoken Rocco who was yawning and dazed in the cradle of her arms, and all but shoving Bob out into the night air with her. He turned to wave goodbye, and mouthed a ‘thank you’, to which you chose not to acknowledge much. The silence of the room, aside from the humming of the ice machine made you paranoid with confusion, and shame. You assured yourself that you had taken your shot, it just wasn’t meant to be. But, had you really? Was the man completely uninterested in you, or had he just in typical Bob fashion, been too bashful and timid to show you he really did have desirable feelings for you? You couldn’t place all fault on him, when you had done little to reveal how you felt towards him.

The unwavering, worrisome flow of ‘what ifs’ clouding your thoughts had passed the time substantially as you finished off the final items on your closing to-do list. Reaching down to unplug the stringy cord of the last neon sign glowing in the dingy store-front glass, you heard the chattering metal of a door handle being opened. Your body stiffened in paralyzing fright, and you ceased breathing to remain as still, and undetected as possible.

Thankfully, it was the familiar Bob and Rocco who swept inside the now dark shadows of the empty building, missing the third party they had left with short of a half hour ago.

“You scared the hell outta me, Bob!” You cupped your hands over your mouth and the sweaty palms stuck to your lips.

“I’m uh… yeah, sorry ‘bout that. I was gonna call but…”

“What’d you forget? I’m all done here. I was heading out in a sec, actually. Where’s uh… Where’s Nadia?”

Walking towards to the stool to gather up the purse and jacket you had sat there moments ago, you felt a masculine hand fall onto your shoulder.

“I called her a cab…”

Turning yourself in a half circle so you could meet him face to face, and tip-toe into whatever waters the conversation was leading next, you gulped a heavy knot of surprise seeing him remove the scratchy wool-lined vest he always wore when the seasonal temperatures started steadily declining into winter. Your own coat was draped over your wrist, but looking silently into your eyes, Bob removed it. Tossing it, along with your purse, and his own discarded outer-layer back onto the seat you once had placed it.

“I told her not to be comin’ around here again. And that this wasn’t her place anymore.”

Intently, your watchful stares followed him as he shooed Rocco into the storage room he was usually kept on busy nights, next traveling over to the large glass window that looked into the street and easing down the plastic shade. Like a dimmer, it eliminated the entering glow from the luminescent streetlight near your parked car, and only the lit-up handles of the beer taps, and mini-fridge tucked under the stock shelves allowed you minimal vision of Bob’s eerily calm features. Working with him nearly every calendar day for countless months now, you had grown naturally enamored by the anomaly of his disposition. But his calculated steps, sure actions, and silent planning were a far cry from his usually peculiar behavior. Should you be afraid? Leary or standoffish? Probably. But you were only allured, and aroused to say the least.

The lack of conversation made your ears squeal. Should you say something? Shouldn’t he? What’s happening here? A plethora of scenarios all played out one-by-one in your head, but you were clueless at the thoughts crossing through his. He was the farthest thing from an open-book, and he wasn’t exactly dropping red flags. That is, until he raised one thick finger to brush the line of your glowing, alabaster skin peeking from the hem of your tank top. You closed your eyes, and sharply inhaled between gritted teeth savoring the unmistakable insinuation of his actions now, and the ones to follow.

One by one, each plastic button that fastened your black, plaid flannel was tauntingly opening at the cautious, yet purposeful hands of Bob. He seemed to stare laser beams of tantric desires straight through your pupils, and you couldn’t turn your focus from the slow-growing bulge between his legs.

“Take if off for me, Y/N. I’d like to watch you if tha’s alright.” He petted down the side of your arm, and as his spoke the wind of his heated exhales blew the stray hairs from your face. You couldn’t tell by the slithering octave of his words whether he was requesting, or darkly demanding you to remove your unlined, lace bra. But you obliged keenly, and Bob grunted sexually as your breasts toppled free.

You then saw Bob Saginowski move more abruptly, and scattered than he ever had shedding his own shirt, and unlatching this jeans. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t overthink the matter, he just threw his usual caution to the wind. And for the first time, your eyes beheld the uncovered treasure that lie beneath the clothed surface. He was so broad, and uncannily built like a sturdy wall that was graffitied with an array of black markings across the span of his torso. The heated desire you’d built up for him in the last year crawled like a paranormal, starving demon from somewhere deep in your core, and you sprung at him with a lustful kiss.

Expecting him to politely protest, or pump the proverbial breaks on your fierce attack on his mouth, you were pleasantly surprised when he began to fiddle with the zipper on your light-shaded jeans. His tongue danced carelessly and gracefully like a practiced waltz with your own, and you let your hands wander over his tight chest sprinkled with hair. Once he pulled your pants, along with your silky underwear over your ankles, you gasped when he palmed your exposed cheeks with both of his masculine, worked fingers. He was dominating you in the most elusive, and well-mannered way and your body ached for more. Quickly, your feet separated from the recently mopped floor, and you were planted on top of the chilly countertop where you served drinks every day. Bob positioned himself slightly between your legs, and his fingers danced friskily near your uncovered center.  You’d never look at Lucky Larry’s stool the same way again.

“Spread your legs, Y/N. Lemme see if you taste as good as you always smell when you’re behind the bar with me every night.”

You couldn’t control the subconscious pink that painted your cheeks at the provocative, explicit way he had spoken to you. The heat in the room, of his breaths, and of your own temperature climbed unsubstantially with each passing second, and there was no telling what heights your explosive orgasm would reach tonight as he knelt eye-to-eye with your sex. He pulled your legs possessively forward, dangling them over the hump of his shoulder and nipping skin sporadically between his teeth along his journey up to your swelling bud. There was an intangible exhilaration at the sight of Bob abandoning his submissive mantra and passionately taking you. Your manicured toes curled in exotic elation due to the audaciously close proximity his mouth came to you, and the almost villainous demeanor of that shadowy smile floating across his face as he kissed your lowest lips. You found irony in the fact that you’d only seen Bob smile a very few amount of times in your presence, but now his teeth were gleaming upon the introduction with your sexually tamed flower. Your partner body count was a mild number, but you didn’t feel pressured or an inexperienced fear in his hands. Something in your brain concluded that Bob hadn’t allowed many women in his bed considering his sealed off personality, so you wouldn’t be just another notch.

The gruff friction of his beard chaffing the sensitive crook of your thighs, only added a heightened level of pleasure to the simple, generous lashings of his tongue. The sounds of sucklings, and humming, along with the drooping of his pleasure filled eyes tortured you with euphoria. Your mind told you to cry out like a mangy wolf to the hazy moon as Bob pleaded forth your release, but you couldn’t help but succumb to the irresistible need to watch his heart-shaped lips feasting down below.

“I’m almost there… Just… just a little more.”

“Beg, Y/N. Tell me you need me to finish you off. Tell me you need me to make you come.”

He had been hiding this marvelous, politely dominating, sexual prowess somewhere deep in the valley of his complex mind, and apparently it needed a gasping breath of the light of day. The compiled list of scripts in your mind hadn’t prepared for you a turn of events like this. Expecting to take the reins, and lead his doe-eyes where to go next had been how most of the set-ups played out, but you were more than happy to obey under his commands.

“I need you, Bob. I need you to… I just need you. Please!”

You felt any second you’d spill out into his cavernous mouth and stain the bar underneath your now numbing bum, but upon your groveling admissions of want, the bull-necked man indulging in his own private dine-in ceased instantly. His rearranging of your bodies came swift and smooth as you found yourself straddling his generously sized lap. His finger trialed down the soft line of your nose, then in slow motion grazed the inside of your wet bottom lip, and moved to admire the locket you wore dangling just above the cavity between your breasts. You were thankful for the recognizable tenderness you found waiting in his eyes amongst the welcomed, new traits of boldness you’d discovered as well. He seemed now to be even more perfectly rounded and suited to be the man you longed to be next to.

“Is this okay wi’ you? You’re sure? ‘Cause you know, I don’t wanna do anythin’ you ain’t-“

“Bob, shhh. It’s more than okay. I want this so much.”

“Good, ‘cause I do too. Very much, actually. You uh.. you stay just like that and let me take care a’ you.” He nodded insistently while fondling your rosy nipple.

“You’re the boss, handsome?”

“Whatwas ‘at?” Bob froze, and a cool wind seemed to course through your veins at the light, dangerous manner of his question.

“I said… I said, you’re the boss,” you gulped.

“Oh I, I uh… I heard you, baby. I just like hearing it roll off those pretty little lips. You wanna see the boss, do ya’?” He chirped salaciously and pulled down the hair band tying back your wavy locks, and fisted it around his knuckles.

“I think so. It’s of dire importance that I speak with him. You see, I’ve been having these terribly hot, inappropriate dreams about him, and I think we should discuss it.”

“Wow… Uh.. well, you’re right. We might have to do something about that, because I believe he may be having those same dirty, dirty thoughts about you, too.”

As a exclamation to this stemming role play the two of you had going, Bob heartily thrusted his strong hips upward to attack your insides with his manly member. The feel of him pumping inside of you tingled your organs with electricity, and heat. You grabbed the nape of his neck as he held tightly onto yours, and rode the seated man in the creaking barstool like a bucking mare. There was a build up of the last years worth of attraction stored inside you, and now there was no reasonable excuse to hide that flaming passion for Bob Saginowski. You clawed at his chest, yanking the crucifix chain clumsily right off his neck to fall to the floor inside his discarded, muddy boot. The sloppy bites he was staining around your throat would raise eyebrows tomorrow, but you’d wear them like a medal of honor if need be. He hissed, and drew blood from his own lip as he bit down in uncontrollable eagerness at wetness that coated his thighs.

The particular cushion Bob had chosen left his back vulnerable to the door, and the glass center of it. The interior switches had been flipped off earlier from your attempts to close the place properly, so you didn’t give any thought of being exposed to the passing of nighttime traffic. But, when you happen to catch the wiggling of the turning knob as your eyes turned upward from the earlobe belonging to Bob you were chewing on. You cringed horrifically realizing he had left the door unlocked when he returned with Rocco, as it opened hesitantly. The clinking bell triggered the man to wrap you tightly between his strong arms equipped for defense, and swivel around to meet the intruder.

When none other than the dismissed, scorned ex-girlfriend stepped inside to escape the misting rain of the midnight hour, your heart leaped and whistled like a songbird. Normally, you would’ve crawled under the bar to hide your naked body in shame. But, due to the crass and snarky behavior she had shown to you just mere hours ago, you immaturely decided she may very well deserve the X-rated vision of yourself and a very pleased Bob underneath the bouncing cheeks of your ass.

She disturbingly turned away and shielded her eyes the minute she concluded what she had indeed interrupted.

“What the hell, Bob?! You threw me in a cab for.. for this?!!”

Your necked sank into your shoulders like a frightened turtle when his hands loosened their clasp around your shivering body courtesy of the puff of breeze she carried in upon opening the door. Was he going to just shove you away, leaving you unsatisfied, and lacking a single shred of dignity to your name, so he could chase after her?

“She is exactly why I tossed you into a cab, yeah. She didn’t leave me to run off doing who the hell knows what, with God knows who. So yes, Nadia. She is who belongs here wi’ me and Rocco.”

He combed a chunk of sweat dampened hair behind your pixie ear, and gazed approvingly, and lovingly over meek features.

“Now, I believe I made it clear that you ain’t welcome here. Ever. So, if you’ll excuse me…”

Before she processed the clear, and justifiable dismissal from Bob, he met your mouth to his, and began a romantic rhythm of in and out motions with his hips. An inkling of your conservative side wanted to protest, but you wouldn’t deny the reciprocation of his craving for you. He closed his eyes in bliss, resting his forehead on the dip of your collarbone, and you took the opportunity to wink over his shoulder at an exiting Nadia. The dramatic rolling of her overly-lined eyes tickled your satisfaction.

You could sense he was terribly sorry for his irresponsible move of leaving the door unlatched, and having Nadia intrude on this long-awaited night. He shifted, and situated you strategically so he could reach tingling depths inside of you to stimulate that sweet spot you didn’t even know you had. A wafting aroma of his woodsy, raw sweat blended with your dipping arousal and hints of candy-like perfume followed behind the wave of your orgasm.

You accidentally closed off his air with your boa-constrictor like grip around his core as he shook loose the stress of the long overdue release. Bob’s hands clung fitfully to your lower back, careful not to crush you, and seeped himself inside of you with an airy moan of your name.

When the two of you drank every sense of the other in, and had imploded with a feverish unwinding, you heard Rocco’s begging whines, and clipped nails pawing at the stockroom door. He even howled three times and attempted to poke his nose from under the doorframe. Bob smiled at you slightly, and nudged your nose with his own before draping his unbuttoned shirt over your miniscule shoulders.

“I told ya’. He hates loud noises, so you’re just gonna have to learn to keep those little screams to a whisper, Y/N.” Bob winked at you, and offered you a cool drink of the lager he retrieved from the cooler.

“So, there’s a next time then? Boss…”

“Give me 5 minutes, and find out.”