I felt like I was going to faint...oh, no...or possibly be sick. Damn, Josie ... get a grip! I forced myself to breathe deeply and calm down. It's only nerves. I just know that I must have a split personality. The Josie that works in the bank would never be in this situation... I could lose my job... 'oh, shit!' I drew another deep breath and told myself t...
For 51 year old Kelly Flynn, owner and operator of The Village Inn, a rather rundown dive bar in the sleepy town of Newport in central New York, March 20th was just another day. Because Spring had not yet come she would only get the locals, and so soon after many of them had tied one too many on for St. Patrick's Day, the bar would likely be quiet. For Deni...
The bar was very dark for it being just six in the evening. Trish stood in the doorway letting her eyes adjust. The late August sun was especially brilliant outside, even for Phoenix. When the long bar stretching down the right side of the narrow space came into focus, she was looking at a six foot tall woman in a black wife-beater tee shirt who was leaning...
My insides felt like a black hole. A star that had burned too brightly, exhausted its energy, doomed to collapse endlessly in on itself until nothing, not even light could escape. You already know the story. Sandra and I met at a writing group I belonged to. She only ever made it to a few meetings, but I was hooked right from the start. She was a tiny, pixy...
I had decided this was to be an adventurous weekend before I left town. I had just broken up with my third boyfriend in less than a year and it was time for a change. So here I was, alone in San Francisco and I never leave town alone. In addition, here I was, sitting in the bar of my hotel alone something else I never do. It was still early, the bar was quie...
I recall a trip I took to Chicago, it was 1977, almost 15 years ago, and my first unaccompanied business trip. I was 29 then, and my career was just taking off. My schedule called for three days of meetings and seminars. But, I had my own room, with my own king size bed, and I was looking forward to two evenings of uninterrupted privacy. Almost six years ha...
The bar was loud and obnoxious that night. Drunken cowboys were singing out of tune with an old Karoke machine. Tracey sat at the bar tipping her bottle and drinking every now and then watching all of the people drowning their sorrows. It was not too long ago that she would have pitied these folks. But now, here she was drinking right along with them. Drink...
Author's note: I've told this story before in various fora, most recently orally in the Public Library event at Venus Beach II in Second Life. But this is the first time I've begun to tell the rest of the story. It's a work of fiction. Except, of course, for the parts that are inspired by experience. (Shy, March 2015) ***** Around the turn of the millenniu...
The club was crowded with colorfully costumed partiers living it up on this hot and sultry Halloween. Lisa, Tanya and myself were behind the bar trying to keep up with the drink orders, each of us dressed for the occasion. It’s Lisa’s club, and she has made it a tradition to have the most outrageous, sexy celebrations each Halloween. This year, true to her u...
This story follows on from Samantha Burnett's Late Night Hookup and my sequel Late Night Hookup 2: Angela. You should definitely read the earlier stories before reading this installment. *** ABBY It was her. It really was. Abby's hand shook as she pulled out her phone and opened the F4F app she'd installed after Angela had told her about her encounter wi...