THE GAY BARTENDER

chapter sixty two

Taking seductive strides towards him with the sly grin not leaving her face,she knew she had to do a satisfactory stint if she wanted him to herself . She twisted a piece of her hair against her index finger as she bit her lips ,gazing intently at him . She couldn't wait to run her hands through his well groomed hair,messing it up to her satisfaction. The look on his face had lethargy, but that didn't stop her, she had a mission and she was inferred to pull through.

She grabbed him by the tie as she smirked slightly. She spread her legs ,placing her thighs on his lap . When she was finally settled , she began to glide deliberately and rigorously, making sure he was leaving against the chair.His face face held nothing still and she began to slightly panic. She was finally given an opportunity and she was not doing a good job. A lap dance from her was something no man could resist.

HE FELT NOTHING. The feeling of apathy that washed through him was vast and no matter how hard he tried , it wasn't working . He looked intently at her panic filled eyes . The concuspient feeling that he expected wasn't coming, instead resentment coursed through him. He couldn't take it anymore ,he got up and that gave her the cue to stop.