The Game's A Foot (Open)

Ali walked up from the stairs, heading to behind the bar, and happy it wasn't a "theme" night this eve, she waved to some regulars, checked that her staff was in place, dressed for the night, and starting to hit the ground running.

And for his part, he came up from downstairs, heading for a table in the back -- out of sight for the most part, but where he could keep an eye on the entire club.

Ali was talking with a regular whom she called "pitcher man' he got the beer special of the night - or the cheapest beer - then ordered a pitcher of it - then would go sit in his booth - and drink it while texting. When beer was gone - he'd leave still texting.

He was letting her work for the moment, mostly keeping an eye on the dance floor in case anything bad went down. But for the moment, he was leaving her to work in peace. For the moment.

She was taking her time, starting to relax and settle into work, and doing her regular shift.

As she settled into her routine, her phone pinged with a text message.

She glanced at her phone to see what the text message was.

She smiled and glanced over to where he was sitting, then tried to figure out how to meet his request and make it look natural.     She wound up bending over to get a top shelf alcohol and then a bottom shelf pitcher for another customer. And with 3 minutes to spare ...

She glanced to the corner he was sitting and raised an eye brow.

His lips twitched into a smile -- and another text message came through.

Very good.

SHe shyly smiled as she read her text then back to work with her normal fare.

And he went back to watching her, and the dance floor -- just making sure that everyone was having a good time and nothing untoward seemed to be happening.

Ali laughed working the bar, keeping steady and not missing a beat; the music went to a slow song so the bar was hoping.

Her phone pinged again.

Bring me another cup of coffee, kitten.

She signaled to her back up that she was going to the floor, then poured a fresh cup of coffee, then headed to his corner to bring him his fresh coffee. She took her time, making her walk straight to him but it was a nice sexy sway towards him, as she finally arrived to his corner booth and then set the coffee down. "Per your request."

He was good. He was very, very good. Very sneaky. As she leaned over to sit the cup of coffee in front of him, his hand moved under the table. Not much, just a slight bump so that he could press the butterfly inside of her just a little bit more and gave her a polite smile.

"Thank you, kitten."

Her knee gave into the seat, she whispered "Thank you Master." with a stuttered breath in and looked at him, "Anything else?" before heading back to work.

He glanced up at her with a smile, bumping the toy inside of her with his hand once again.

"How long until you have a break?" he asked quietly.

"Another hour." she replied after a deep breath. "Should I come here?" she asked softly.

He shook his head.

"No. Go downstairs."

She whispered to him, "Yes Master." then turned to head back to the bar, it was again a nice long sultry walk, then pause to help a customer pick up her phone, so he got a nice view from behind too before she disappeared behind the bar again.

then it was work and work till her break, the slow set was finally over, people were back on the dance floor, she signaled again to the back up bartender and bar back "Break - I'll be back." with a nod to the guy, then started towards the steps to head back downstairs.

And as he saw her taking her break -- heading for the stairs downward -- he rose from his chair to follow her.

15 minutes or so later Ali walked back up stairs and had a smile on her face. She paused to point a girl to the bathrooms, and headed back behind the bar, then right back to work.

He took a bit longer, but he came back upstairs and headed directly back to his table.

She waited around the bar, bit smile and kept busy for the next hour, glancing at the clock, but staying busy - chatting with customer but not standing still for any moment.