Just a Quick One - Sex Stories

Just a Quick One

I was heading out to work, not wearing anything like what was necessary for me to wear on a cold night like tonight. My new boss, Sean had given all the girls at the club a new dress code, which consisted of next to no clothes -- all year round. A black polo shirt with our nightclub's emblem emblazoned onto the right side chest, the buttons got too tight for me around the top and so only two of the four of them were together; this was not, however, a new part of the expected dress code now. A black pleated skirt that finished above the knee was. This new item of uniform was only handed to me the day before which didn’t leave me any time to buy new tights to go underneath, and so I had no choice but to leave the house without any on. I puffed out my long dark brown hair with some hairspray and smacked some lipstick on, then I left. Arriving at work around 8 p.m. as usual, I started my regular pre-opening jobs. Cleaning out a few beer lines, wiping down the tables and chairs from the night before and mopping the floor, these were only a few of the odd jobs that needed to be done before the doors opened at half past nine. At around half past eight, the bouncers for the night arrived, one of which was Sam who I was used to; he was bald and must have been about forty-five years old, an ex-boxer, still built like a brick shit house. “Hey Amy, you alright love?” he asked. I always felt safe with him around. “Yeah, I’m alright thanks, Sam.” I walked over hugging him. “You don’t think ...

... it’ll be busy tonight do you? I can’t be bothered.” I pulled a sad face and leaned against him. “I reckon it’ll be rammed love!” I said. “All the students are leaving for Christmas next week so they’ll be coming out and getting properly smashed before they go back to mum and dad’s!” “Owww!” I whined pulling an even sadder face. “Don’t worry, if it gets too busy, you come out and have a fag with me!” he winked. “I would, but I bet Sean will be on at me before I could even light it.” “Oh yeah, forgot about him. He’s a right dickhead!” I laughed and he walked back outside. -- Now at 11 p.m. the club was absolutely bouncing with people, as Sam thought it would be. I had been running round collecting empty glasses all night, weaving in and out through people and getting groped more times than I’d care to count. I had just gotten back to the bar for the nth time when a guy who I had seen in here a few times with only a few of his friends walked in and came straight to me. He had been trying it on with me for some times and I had always seen him eyeing me up. He barely drank and would usually stand there with the same drink in his hand all night, watching me work. He was very attractive, that was for sure. His jaw line was pronounced by a mass of short stubble which was evenly trimmed around his neck and his eyes were dark blue and dreamy. I didn’t even know his name. I put the glasses into the washer and turned it on, turning round I saw him standing right there. “Hey!” He shouted ...