Truth Or Dare [Part 4] Dinner Dates & Dares - Sex Stories

Truth Or Dare [Part 4] Dinner Dates & Dares

I was leaning over the bookings diary, set on the bar counter before me and contemplating the variousmake-work jobs I could invent to keep myself and the staff on tonight's roster busy throughout what was certain to be another dead Wednesday night inThe Republic.

The foreseeable future would involve a lot of needless rebuffing of perfectly polished wine glasses, possibly punctuated with the cleaning of candle holders if things got really wild; my fellow staff on shift working under me wouldn’t be half as lucky, destined to tackle the more unpleasant cleaning tasks, which would certainly require more than one pair of rubber gloves to be donned.

The Republic, like most high-end cocktail bars, made its money from Thursday to Sunday, but our owners keep us open and running at full staff seven nights a week, rightly understanding that everything in the hospitality trade was about perception, and it only took one unexpectedly closed door for customers to always expect another.

Good business sense or not, the task of keeping a team of peoplelooking busy mid-week fell to me and required, in no small point, a lot of turning a blind to people taking extended smoke breaks and letting the more worthy members of staff knock off early.

There was no harm in it, aside from myself – who set the alarm - and the Chef – for even more obvious reasons – it really wasn’t necessary to keep more than a couple of bodies in to service the tables and mix the drinks behind the bar.

Trying ...

... to find the right balance inhow many people to keep was the knack to surviving the midweek shift, which was why I was checking the bookings diary for anything strange. There were only five small tables noted, but the name on a party of three –Jennifer O’Leary – caught my eye and caused a smile to twitch on the corner of my lips.

There was no way the booking could be formyJen; students just didn’t come intoThe Republic, we were the most expensive cocktail bar in the city centre, we didn’t offer an early-bird menu, and we sure as hell didn’t showsport on the screens.

Still, even the possibility that it might be the girl I’d met on a bus home from another midweek shift had an electrifying effect on me, and I had to adjust my stance slightly at the bar, being a man considered bothshowerandgrower, with the later label being an immediate concern in my already snug work suit pants.

It had been more than three weeks since the night in Jen’s university dorm room, where we’d exchanged names to go with numbers saved in our phones and a few life details besides. Jen knew that I was the assistant manager atThe Republic, and I knew just how far she was willing to go on a Dare.

Honestly, I’d expected Jen to have called or sent me a text by now; at the very least, I’d hoped to hear from her roommate –Kate – who was neither as attractive nor outgoing but seemed all the more hungry for the cock because of it.

I had Jen’s number now, so I could’ve made a move, but I had the sense ...