When she finally looked somewhat normal, I unlocked the door and let her out. She kept grinning and rubbed her tongue over her teeth. She stood up and started cleaning the bar. She merely laughed. She did well, serving the locals their drinks as quickly as she could and keeping the bar clean and tidy. As I felt I had reached maximum thrust, and – more importantly – maximum penetration, I slid out, gave Sam a firm smack on her buttocks and guided her around the bar, leaving her pants on the floor. As the both of us finally eased down, I gave her a quick, wet kiss on her lips and helped her up. She threw her head back for a brief moment, then continued cleaning, but staying in the same spot as she did so. As time passed, even most of the regulars started to disappear. I figured Sam deserved an easy start, so I scheduled her for the Tuesday night shift.
