Sexy Barmaid Closes Bar For PublicAgent Sex

Okay, so you remember that night I told you about? Well, I finally did it, and honestly, the whole PublicAgent barmaid sex thing is way more intense from the inside. I was just wiping down the counter, totally ready to crash, when this one guy just wouldn’t leave, you know? He wasn’t being pushy or anything, just lingering with this intense look that made my skin prickle. I thought, “Screw it,” and I locked the front door, the click echoing in the empty room. We didn’t even make it to the back; it was right there against the polished wood. My hands were shaking as I pulled his shirt, feeling the heat from his skin while the cold counter bit into my back. He hitched my skirt up, and I could hear the ice machine rumbling somewhere in the back, a weird soundtrack to the wet, frantic sounds we were making. It was so raw, so in-the-moment, with me looking right at him, just this gritty, unfiltered rush that I wasn’t expecting at all.