The Bartender's Secret Fermentation

I took a summer gig at a high-end lounge to make some extra cash.

The hot bartender hinted that fine liquor needed a very special place to "ferment" before it reached perfection.

So, panting and breathless, I willingly spread my legs for him.

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"Callie, you are on fire tonight. You just brought in three new tables of high rollers!"

Roxie, our curvy boss, swayed past me and gave my rear a playful squeeze.

"Men are all hypocrites," she laughed, her jewelry clinking. "They claim they want pu