Chapter Twenty-Six

Karla stood outside Sand Dune, the sound of the ocean coming from behind the building, patrons walking in and out, laughing as they did, and she absorbed it all. Music filtered out from inside every time someone opened the doors and laughter followed. She could picture the chaos. People cluttering around the bar, Sean and Paul doing their best to keep up, while Heath stood by the front door checking IDs, and serving girls, wearing skimpy shorts and low-cut blouses, weaved around the tables taking orders. It was normal for Sand Dune and, even though she knew better things lay ahead, she had to admit, she would miss the happenings of working at a bar, especially this one.

The door to Sand Dune burst open and a group of young twenty-something females came stumbling out, arms draped around each other’s waist or neck, giggling as they made their way to the car they shouldn’t be driving. Karla just chuckled as she shook her head. She knew they would be heading to another bar and, by night’s end, more than likely some lucky guy’s bed. Karla laughed to herself as she realized she judged the girls who were the same age as she and doing what she would have been doing just a few short days ago.

She sighed as she started for the front doors. It wasn’t that her wild side was gone, just…subdued. And with what Mitch did in the shower earlier, trying his best to make her forget what a rotten person she was, made her want to try and be a better person. Just before she reached the doors, two guys walked out, their gazes quickly going to the group of girls. One of the guys was tall with broad shoulders and a dimple on his left cheek. Karla stopped and watched as he walked away, both men picking up the pace, doing their best to catch the girls before they fell into their car. Karla kept her eyes on the man’s ass, appreciating the way his jeans cupped it. Being a better person is going to be really hard. With a sigh, she opened the front doors and stepped into the air conditioning and the noise.

Heath greeted her as she passed through the doors, his burly arms crossed over his thick chest. “Ready for your last night?” he asked.

She glanced around the place, nodding as she did. “I am. New and exciting things await and I’m eager to get to them.”

“Surely, you’ll come visit us. Sand Dune gets under your skin.” He winked at her.

She snorted in laughter. “Like a fungus.” She patted his shoulder and walked to the bar.

Sean was behind the bar, pouring beers and laughing at the girls who came to him with the hope of flirting free drinks out of him. He just winked at Karla, making sure she saw him checking out her skimpy attire for the evening, as she slid behind the bar. Turning, he bent over to reach for a couple of glasses, and she knew she would miss staring at his ass every night as well. Ah, the things we do for love.

She stopped as she reached for the register to clock in, the word love echoing in her mind. The feeling usually brought people a giddy, bubbly feeling in the pit of their stomach. Karla just wanted to throw up.

“Can I get a vodka and cranberry?” a short blond leaned on the counter, her lipstick needing to be toned down quite a bit.

Karla glanced at her, nodded once, but barely moved. Do I love Mitch? She turned to the blond. “What was that again?”

“Vodka and cranberry?”

“Oh, yeah, right, right.” Karla reached for a glass and filled it with ice. Fixing drinks was second nature to her now, so her mind could ramble on about her thoughts of… Of love. She swallowed the lump of fear that threatened to close her throat. Whenever she cared for anyone before, that was when it all went to hell. She didn’t want to ruin this. At least, that was where her heart was right now. Her mind was what usually screwed her up. She glanced over at Sean’s backside. Her hormones didn’t help, either.

She finished filling the drink and placed it on the counter in front of the blond, and then turned to the next customer. The night stayed pretty busy, which for Karla was pretty good, since she didn’t need her mind going all crazy on her. Sand Dune picked up and Karla never even took a break until she turned, after giving a group of guys a round of tequila shots, and saw Paul standing at the end of the bar watching her. Any other time, she would have thought it was creepy, but tonight, with their history, and his current relationship with her mother, it didn’t seem weird at all, just… Sweet.

“Can I talk to you a minute?” he asked, as he gestured toward the back.

She nodded, ignoring the fact that a week ago, she’d have hopped at the opportunity to go to the back with Paul. She possessed several memories of being back there with him, even when she interviewed for the bartending job at Sand Dune.

Entering his small office, Paul offered her one of the leather chairs in front of his desk as he sat on the desk’s edge. Suddenly nervous, she sat in the chair, her legs pressed together, and her hands folded in her lap. It almost felt like being called into the dean’s office and she had that experience too many times to forget it. It didn’t help that Paul looked nervous as well.

“Last night, huh?” he started, his fingers intertwined in front of him. “I’m going to miss having you around here. So will many of the patrons, especially Charlie. I appreciate you hanging out these past couple of days, though. I got a guy starting Monday. Of course, if you ever change your mind, your job will be waiting here for you. I know things were tense these past few days between us, but I really do like you working here.” He ducked his head and it caught Karla a little off-guard. She never saw him as the sheepish guy before.

She nodded. “I appreciate it, but I think things will be good at the shop.” She shrugged. “I actually enjoy office work. Who knew?”

He chuckled. “You’ve always been good at whatever you put your mind to, so nothing surprises me.”

She stood, pushing her palms down on her legs as she did. “Look, I’m sorry for everything. Mom seems happy and that’s really all that matters. I appreciate the open door if I need to return, but I think Mom and you need this place without me. I’ve had fun here, but I’m ready for a new adventure.”

“This one didn’t last long,” he said. “I hope the next one lasts a lot longer.”

She smiled, picturing Mitch at the shop standing by the desk smiling down at her. “Me too.”

She left then, after the two hugged, saying goodbye one more time. Paul headed out, probably to her mother’s place, giving Sean and Heath the responsibility of locking up the place. Karla slid back behind the bar and started pouring drinks again. The place picked up a little since Paul called her into his office, and it kept them all hopping. Sean and Heath kept calling her the short-timer and getting extra grabs in on her ass or slapping her with a towel. She laughed, caught up in the antics, as the customers cheered her on, some even buying her a drink as a farewell or a good luck to the future. Sean told her to enjoy it. It was her last night after all; what could happen? She couldn’t exactly get fired. So she did, pouring drinks for customers, as well as for herself. Even Charlie came in at one point and bought her a drink, saying, “The place just is not going to be the same without being able to look at you.”

“Aw, you’re sweet, Charlie,” she said. “But you can forget a goodbye lay if that’s what your aim is.”

He laughed, as he shrugged. “Well, it would be a great send off.”

“For one of us,” she teased. “I’ll let you figure out which one.”

As the night neared closing time, she was smacking Sean’s ass as much as he smacked hers, both flirting with each other as the patrons begged for more of the show. Heath joined in as he made his rounds, playing grab ass with Karla as well. At one point, she grabbed his cock through his pants, just to see the look of shock on his face. By this time, she already consumed too many free drinks, but Sean kept them coming. At last call, she no longer worked the bar, but more leaned on it, giving Sean orders. As people left, they all waved goodbye, wishing Karla good luck in her new venture, some giving her hugs, while some even dared to squeeze her ass as they left. She just giggled and accepted it all.

By the time Heath locked the front doors and Sean locked the back, she was ready for another drink, even though she knew she should head home. Of course, there was no way she should be behind the wheel of her car right then, so she decided to wait a bit.

Sean returned from the back and pulled a bottle of Patrón from underneath the bar along with three shot glasses. Heath walked up to the bar, sliding into one of the stools and propping himself up with his forearms as Sean filled the glasses. “Well,” Sean said, as he filled the last glass, “this is it. Your last night.” He handed her the glass, giving her his famous shit-eating grin. “I’m going to miss seeing that ass peeking out from under your shorts.”

Heath lifted his glass. “And I’ll miss the way those tits of yours bounce when you get excited.”

Karla laughed, taking the shot glass Sean offered her. “You two know how to make a girl feel special, you know that?”

Sean lifted his glass into the air, Heath following suit. “You are special, Karla Harper, and we’ll miss you here.” He lifted his glass and all three downed the shot. As soon as the glasses hit the bar, Sean filled them up again.

“If I had known all this free alcohol was to be had, I would have quit a few days ago,” she said, picking up the freshly filled glass.

Sean shrugged. “Paul said not to let you go home without a celebration drink. Of course, he didn’t say how many drinks, so…” He lifted the small clear glass again. “To your ass!”

“To her tits!” Heath shouted.

“To you idiots,” she said, laughing.

“You know, you’ve been doing quite a bit of teasing these past few weeks,” Sean said. He filled the shot glasses again, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. “I think it’s unfair of you to just take off and not fulfill any of those gestures. What do you think, Heath?”

The stockier man nodded. “I agree. Perhaps a little farewell fooling around to give us something to remember you by.”

“Are you saying I’m easy to forget?” Karla laughed, as she left her spot by the bar and moved to where Heath sat. She could feel the embers of passion between her legs fanning into a full-blown fire. She reached out and ran her hand over his chest, her finger twirling his nipple through his shirt. “That can hurt a girl’s feelings, you know.”

Heath swallowed, his Adam’s apple bouncing up and down as he stared into her eyes. “No, no, not at all. I’m just saying it’d be nice to have something special, you know, just for us.”

She turned to Sean, who leaned on the bar, his grin mischievous, as well as devious. “Yeah, what he said. How about leaving us with something just for us?” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Whether it was the alcohol or just her natural horniness, she didn’t know, but she wanted them. She shouldn’t have them. She knew that. After all, she had just told Mitch she’d be his good girl, but damn, these two men had been driving her crazy since before she even started working there. She felt the war inside of her, that all too-familiar urging. She wanted to be Mitch’s good girl; she really did, but… She sighed. She was who she was, and she warned him about that in the beginning. Karla Harper took what she wanted, because she was just one selfish, greedy bitch. Good intentions never lasted. Not with Karla Harper.

She slid her hand down Heath’s chest and over the bulge in his jeans, caressing it into an even bigger hardness. She grinned. “Are we all locked up good and tight?” she asked.

“It’s only the three of us,” Sean said, as he started to make his way around the bar.

Karla nodded as she reached for the hem of her shirt. “Then let’s make some memories, boys.” She pulled her top off, dropping it on the bar, before reaching around and unhooking her bra. Both men stared at her breasts, waiting for the big reveal. She grinned. This would definitely be a night to remember. She dropped her bra, her nipples swollen, aching as the cool air of the bar hit them. It didn’t take either of the guys long before each one had a mouth on a nipple, their tongues twirling around the swollen buds. She moaned, knowing she should feel guilty, but feeling everything but.

She reached out and yanked Heath’s pants open, pulling his hard cock out as soon as his zipper came down. Heath ran a hand over her dark hair as she bent down and took him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on his swollen manhood, twirling her tongue around his shaft, just as he had done to her nipple. Beside her, she could hear Sean working his pants off, and then felt his hands on her shorts button. She paused sucking Heath’s cock long enough to help get her shorts down her legs, raising her eyebrows in appreciation at the two cocks before her.

As soon as her shorts were kicked to the side, she resumed sucking Heath’s cock as Sean gripped her hips, the tip of his cock at her wet entrance. She pushed back, urging him to take her, use her. He didn’t disappoint her. With a quick thrust, he buried himself all the way inside her pussy, making her moan around Heath’s massive sex. Heath held her head as Sean continued to pound into her. She couldn’t believe what she was doing, fucking them both, right there at the bar. God, the fantasies they would have once she left. She shoved her ass back, meeting each of Sean’s thrusts as she bobbed her head up and down on Heath’s cock, her hand gripping his hardness, jerking him off as she sucked him. Faster, they all moved, the bar filled with their groans and grunts.

Then she felt Heath’s cock twitch and knew without his telling her that he was about to come. Sean’s cock twitched as well and the thought of both men filling her at the same time sent her own orgasm shuddering through her body. She moaned around Heath’s cock as Sean drove into her, and then held her against him as he emptied himself into her passion. Heath’s legs trembled, and then he filled her mouth, his hand holding her head in place. She didn’t fight it. She just took it all, savoring every salty drop.

When her orgasm subsided, and she felt Heath’s body relax, as Sean’s cock slipped from her wetness, she took a deep breath and stood back up, a twinkle in her eye. “Not a bad memory,” she said, grinning. “Let’s do another shot, and then the two of you can switch places. Unless, of course, you’re too tired.” She ran her tongue over her lips. She hoped they weren’t too tired.

Both men smiled at her, and she knew this night was far from over. “I’ll pour the drinks,” Sean said, and she watched his naked ass walk around the bar.

She tugged on Heath’s pants. “I think these can go now, don’t you?”

“Whatever the lady wants,” he said.

“Oh, she wants a lot, trust me,” she said, as she leaned back on the bar. I’ve always wanted more than I deserve.