Zoe Howard watched the three men on the dance floor pumping and grinding against all the women who surrounded them. She hated this part of her job. For the last six months she’d been dealing with three men trying to get into her panties, and now they pretended like she didn’t even exist.
The job as a barmaid she’d gotten at The Dugout was the best thing to happen to her in a long time. Yes, she had a lot of history, but the three men on the dance floor at one time wanted to get past that history to see the woman beneath the surface. She couldn’t deal with what they wanted from her.
“Can I have three beers, please?” a customer asked.
She looked up to see Drew Patton staring down at her. For most of her life people stared down at her. Not for any other reason than the fact she was small. At five-foot two and a little bit—she always added on the little bit to make herself feel better—she was the smallest person around Law Castle. She knew because she spent most of her days wandering the town. Law Castle was a good little town to be in. They had plenty of tourists, and business was never slow at the bar. People loved to drink, and she loved to serve. All together it was a win-win situation.
“Coming right up,” she said. Zoe ignored all the stares from her other colleagues. They’d tried to get her to open up over the last few months, but she wasn’t having any of it. Ever since she’d been in the foster care system as a child she’d refused to make any unnecessary connections. Her parents had died in a hit and run. The cops caught the guy responsible, and he was in jail. No amount of justice would ever bring them back. She’d been ten at the time and sleeping over at a friend’s house. Her parents had been out on a much needed date to fix their crumbling marriage.
She shook her head. Her mind wasn’t in work mode. This was the part she hated the most, where the three men on the dance floor made her forget about herself. It was not fair, and she didn’t like it. Zoe handed the three beers to Drew and then ignored him to stare at the floor.
“You know they wouldn’t be up there if you gave them a chance,” Drew said.
“Did I ask for your opinion?” She folded her arms under her large breasts. Another thing she hated about herself was her figure. She was too fat, and no matter how many diets or work out regimes she put herself through, the weight never left her.
What is up with you tonight? You’re way too depressed and need to lighten up.
“Be a bitch all you want, but I know they would rather have you between them than those other women on the dance floor,” Drew said.
“And you know all about sharing.” She nodded her head toward Noah and Cheryl. The three were an exclusive couple. Zoe had soon learned that three or more people to a couple were the norm around here. She’d been shocked the first time she’d gone round back to empty out the trash to see a woman getting it on with two guys.
She’d been shocked and damn horny. Two or more guys to satisfy a craving. Her pussy melted at the thought. Another quick glance at the three men and her body was on fire with need. Jake, Brent, and Connor were three men who she knew deep in her heart would set her body on fire and who would, in time, break her heart if she let them.
“Thank you for the advice. I don’t intend to stay long.” She walked away from Drew purposefully ending the conversation. She stood with Vicki near the spirits at the back of the bar. The other woman was biting her nails and looking out at the floor scared. Vicki was younger than Zoe. Around twenty-two, she believed.
“Slow night,” Vicki said.
When customers came to the bar they served drinks to them all. Zoe felt exhausted from all the long nights she was having. When she went home after her shift, the three men trying to claim her attention would find some way to leave her horny and desperate for sex. Every night without fail she’d take her vibrator out of her drawer and try to pretend her fake pink cock could replace three strong men.
“What’s wrong, Vicki?” she asked as they stood waiting to serve once again.
“Nothing. I’m fine. A little tired but fine.”
“Well, if you need to talk, you know where I am.”
Vicki snorted at the offer. “Thanks.” The other woman tapped her on the shoulder and walked to help a customer. Zoe felt like she’d been punched. She’d just offered to help someone even though she spent a great deal of time ignoring everyone.
The snort had hurt big time. There was a point when she’d started working when Vicki would talk and talk and talk. There had been nothing stopping the other woman. The girl lived to talk.
“I’m going out for a break,” Zoe said.