Rachel tipped the glass to her lips, shutting her eyes as she swallowed the last of her wine.
“Sorry,” said the blonde woman from behind the bar. “I have to close up.”
Rachel opened her eyes, casting a glance around the room, empty now but for the two of them. Finally. No distractions.
“Do you?” Rachel replied, fishing through her bag before digging out a handful of large bills and sliding them across the bar. “And now?”
A smile pulled at the other woman’s lips.
“You know, if you wanna spend time with me that bad, you could just ask.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Rachel huffed.
The bartender laughed, pulling another bottle out from behind the bar and tipping it in Rachel’s direction. Rachel glanced at the label, then nodded approvingly.
“Okay,” the woman said. She pulled out a corkscrew and began twisting it in. “So I guess I was just imagining your eyes on me all night? I’m not blind.”
Rachel only offered a wry smile in response, dragging her eyes slowly along the red of the woman’s dress and slower still along all of the exposed skin.
With a pop, the cork was pulled from the bottle, drawing Rachel’s attention back to the situation at hand. The bartender flashed Rachel a knowing smirk as she poured.
“Two glasses,” Rachel said.
The woman tittered, shaking her head.
“I have to drive,” she said.
“My driver will take you home.”
The woman laughed again, then pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, considering. Finally, she pulled another glass out from behind the bar.
“Oooh, your driver,” she said, mocking, even as she began to pour herself a drink. “I’m not the kinda girl who’s impressed by money, you know.”
“Good,” Rachel shot back. “I have no interest in sharing a drink with someone I can’t respect.”
The woman finished pouring, raising her eyes to meet Rachel’s. Rachel’s lips curled into a smile.
“Rachel Duncan,” she said. “And you are?”
Rachel resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the name, instead pulling Krystal’s glass closer to her side of the bar.
“Come take a seat, Krystal,” she cooed.
Krystal drew a deep breath before stepping out from behind the bar, slowing down as she rounded the corner, allowing Rachel’s eyes to run up and down the length of her bare legs. With a smile, she approached the seat next to Rachel.
“Not there,” Rachel growled, leaning back to allow Krystal room. Krystal’s eyes fell to Rachel’s lap, blinking in stunned confusion as she processed what she was being asked to do. Finally, her eyes shot back to Rachel’s, a smirk crossing her face. She moved closer, placing a hand on Rachel’s arm before slowly sliding it up to her shoulder, then stepped up onto the base of Rachel’s chair.
Impatient, Rachel slid an arm around her back, drawing a small yelp from Krystal and pulling her fully onto her lap, legs astride the seat. She moved in, hungry, nipping at the skin of Krystal’s neck.
“Ohhh, fuck,” Krystal moaned, shuddering under Rachel’s touch. “I don’t… usually… do this kinda thing.”
Rachel pulled back to look up at Krystal. She could see it in her eyes. The game was over. The flirtatious-yet-detached girl behind the bar was gone, given over to lust.
Krystal dove forward, sealing Rachel’s lips with her own.