Patreon Peek: A Revelry Island Mini – Joe the Bartender

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 Joe the Bartender at Bang Town Bar & Grille

“Joe!”

My name gets called hundreds of times a night. Working at a bar means hearing it non-stop. The louder the music thumps, the louder the customers.

Everyone wants attention, and they’ll flash cash hoping for quicker service. Instead, I do my best to make sure everyone gets served in proper order. Otherwise, mayhem follows. After a loud night, all I want is peace.

And Nina will give me everything I need.

“Welcome home, Sir,” her voice is a gentle caress to my ears.

“Thank you, baby girl.”

As I enter the apartment, my coat is removed, followed by my shoes and socks. I know there’s a hot bath waiting. Moments later, I’m naked. I pet her hair and kiss her forehead. There won’t be much said. Calm music fills the space at a low volume.

Once I slide into the tub, she sits behind me ready with strong fingers. The tension is forcibly removed from my neck and shoulders. I slump while Nina moves to the other end to start on my aching feet.

Being a morning lark, it’s taken time finding a routine to help me sleep when the sun is up. With gracious care, Nina learned the best ways to make sure I slept well each day.

My feet are terrible no matter what shoes I wear. Groaning as Nina works over my left foot, the painful pleasure works wonders.

“I’m ready for your other foot, Sir.” Nina’s calm disguises her fierce nature.

Sliding my left leg back into the hot bath allows me to debate on allowing her to torture my other foot.

She knows what I’m thinking. We go through this routine often. I give in when she flicks her fingers in a “give it” signal.

Another session of torture and when she’s finished my body is comfortably numb from the massage.

Nina gives me a few breaths to regain myself as she soaps up a washcloth. I stand, water sluicing down my body and she takes her time scrubbing the work night off. I rinse and she dries me with a heated towel.

“I don’t deserve you,” I caress her cheek and she wraps her arms around me. I squeeze her tight.

“You earned me, Sir. I want to be here.” Her breath on my skin is titillating and I kiss her forehead again.

“I’d be lost without you.” I mean every word. Nina saved me when I needed help finding calm in my chaotic schedule.

“Shall I read you to sleep, Sir?” Her eyes and smile tell me she’d rather do something else.

“Yes, please. Tomorrow isn’t as hectic, and we’ll have time for pleasure.”

Nina takes the towel and hangs it to dry, then leads me to bed. The covers are turned down. The sheets are cold against my heated skin. Nina slides in and picks up the book.

“Chapter 12 is where we left off.”

Curled up against her curves, she lulls me to sleep by reading in a sedated manner.