1. A Very Good Friend


    Date: 8/19/2017, Categories: Mature, Author: scottsmith1717, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    been built around the bar, like a coveted archeological dig protected from heavy machinery and demands of impatient investors. Caty was surprised there was not a soul in the bar, but didn’t mind. In fact, there wasn’t even a bartender in sight, but that didn’t stop Caty from plopping down on a stool and kicking off her heels. The sound of the black pumps hitting the wooden floor caused the bartender to shoot up from behind the bar, startling her. “Oh wow, I’m sorry ma’am,” apologized the bartender, holding up his hands. “I was just restocking some things.” He was a good-looking man: wavy dirty-blonde hair, chiseled face and smattering of facial hair. He had light hazel eyes (Caty’s favorite) perfectly set atop a slender nose that pointed to thin lips and a chin with a slight dimple. Although he looked to be in his early thirties, he had a weathered countenance suggesting he climbed Mt. Everest in his spare time. He was wearing traditional bartender attire, a throwback to an era when the cocktail was king. A gray pinstripe vest covered a crisp white shirt and tie, which was loosened and slightly crooked. The sleeves were rolled up in workmanlike fashion, exposing muscular forearms and a tattoo. The pinstripes continued to his pants, which were straight and slender. Overall, this barkeep was put together. Damn, thought Caty, what is up with tonight? The question alluded to attractive people just appeared before her, like a carefully orchestrated script with gorgeous sprites. If ...
    this were baseball, she’d be 4-for-4 and leading off for the Yankees. Perhaps it was because she had a few high-quality cocktails, or the sudden infusion of confidence, but Caty was feeling good and assertive. Leaning over the bar to get a better view of his silver nameplate with Times New Roman engraving, she saw his name was ‘McGregor.’ “McGregor?” she asked. “Is that your first or last name?” A big smile setting across her face as she was in full-on flirt mode and didn’t give a fuck at this point. “It’s my first,” the man said. “You see, my parents are Irish, a hundred percent. In fact, the story goes my great grandfather was in the IRA and hid from the authorities in a cave for a couple years.” McGregor went on to explain his great grandfather was aided by a local blacksmith during this time, and promised to honor him one day by passing his surname through his bloodlines. With a hint of pride, McGregor added, “And that’s how I got my name.” “Well that’s some story, ‘McGregor,’” she said, with emphasis on his name out of respect for its lineage. “I’m Caty and I would like your signature drink for a nightcap.” McGregor could sense Caty was feeling a quality buzz, and wanted to preserve it. He poured Caty a tall glass of water and said he would prepare a special cocktail only when she finished it. Caty groaned like a petulant teenager taking advice from her father, but eventually downed the contents. Letting out a playful Ahhhhh , she thrust the empty glass on the bar. “Are ...
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