Mistress goes to Texas - the Lounge

First of three segments

Having a buddy that manages a bar is pretty cool. It's next to a busy motel, so there are plenty of fresh faces passing through. There is a casual lounge area slightly separated from the bar area.  This quiet spot tends to attract individual women traveling alone. They can relax and enjoy a drink in relative peace. Management is careful to keep troublemakers and pests away from the ladies, so the bar has good ratings and reputation in the travel brochures. Of course, if you are a smooth enough operator and have a buddy watching your back, it's not too hard to score a one night stand occasionally. 
I come in pretty close to closing. Jim is winding things down with only a couple guys sitting at the bar. He gives me a grin and pushes a full wine glass toward me.

"Hey dude, I think you might want to serve this order. She's in the lounge. Hell of a looker too. Long blonde hair, sweet smile, eyes you fall into, and cleavage you want to fall into. But if she pushes back, I advise walking away. From what I could tell, she can probably handle herself in a tight."

"Sounds like a job for me. How much is the wine?"

"Nine bucks. If she needs change, I need it pretty quick so I can close out the register."

I grab a tray and sit the glass on it and head around the corner to the lounge. I see your hair from the rear first. Sitting on a love seat with your back to me. Your legs stretched out across the cushions, bare feet just at the end. Red nail polish. Sexy. Sandals kicked off on the floor. Cute.
Your tablet is laying in your lap with some kind of training course on the screen, but your attention is on your phone. I can't see the screen, and you are wearing an ear bud, so I only catch part of the conversation. 

"Mmm, yes. I do like that.... Arent you just the cutest thing.... I'm sure you will make me very happy later."

"Your wine, Ma'am"  I say as I step into your peripheral vision. My fucking god!!! Jim didn't tell me the half of it. You are gorgeous. It's like you glow. Maybe an angel, maybe a devil, but you can't be from this world. I'm not sure what's happening to me, but I suddenly feel I have to know everything about you.
You continue looking at your phone but acknowledge my presence by raising your finger my way in that "just a minute" gesture that usually pisses me off. Why it doesn't affect me like that now is beyond me. It just felt right and natural for me to await your attention. I feel a little ashamed for interrupting you. Yes. Definitely ashamed. I need to make up for that some way if I want to spend time with you. Very carefully, I kneel down while holding the tray. You are still talking on the phone but it isn't any of my business. My eyes trail down your body and take you in. Skin tight stretch pants showing off toned hips and legs. I focus on your crossed ankles and bare feet. You wiggle your toes slightly as I hear you giggle off in the distance.
The snapping of your fingers draws my attention.
I look up at the most beautiful woman I have ever saw. You grin as you study me there on my knees. 

"Good boy. Now may I have my glass?"

I shuffle forward and hold out the tray. Your perfect fingers take the glass to your sexy as hell lips. What I would give to kiss those lips. Sitting the wine back on the tray as if I am a table, you open your wallet and look through the contents.

"How much is the wine, my boy?"

"Uh, umm, nine dollars, Ma'am."

"Hmm, I bet he doesn't want to break a hundred, do you have a twenty on you, sweet cheeks?"

I dont even pause at your question. Of course you shouldnt have to pay. Holding the tray with one hand, I pull my wallet out. I can't open it, so I just hand it to you.
You pull out a twenty and reach toward my face, brushing it against my mustache.

"Open up."

I open my mouth slightly and grip the bill with my teeth. You pick up your glass again and take a sip as I kneel there dumbly with a twenty in my mouth.

"Aren't you cute. Run along and take care of that, boy. And hurry back with my change. I have to go soon."

I don't have control of myself at all. My mind is racing too fast to try to make sense of what I am doing. All I know is my cock says I have to hurry. I jump and run at your command as you sip your wine and look back at your tablet. 
Getting back to the bar I remember the bill between my teeth. Shit. I grab it just as Jim turns around. He makes the change and says he is locking the door but will be in the office for a while if I need a little more time to make my move. I stumble out a thanks, drop the tray, and hurry back toward the lounge... and you.
I see you sitting up and packing your things away. No no no!! I need more time. I have to have you. Holding out the money, I drop to my knees before you.
Your smile lights up my world.

"Well, aren't you an obedient boy. Want to help me get ready?"

Desperate to be near you I agree profusely. 

"Yes, Mistr... uh, yeah. Anything you need."

All the joy and laughter in the world is reflected in your voice. You own me, and you know if.

"Fetch my sandals for me then."

I start to lean over to pick them up but you stop me. The tone of your voice decidedly different.

"No! I said fetch, boy."

Hesitating a second to comprehend causes you to reach out and push my head down. Catching myself, I get it. I crawl on all fours and grip your sandals between my teeth and turn back. I drop them at your perfect feet. 

"That's better. Now be a good little bitch and put them on me."

I can't believe my luck. You are going to let me touch you. 
I gently raise your foot and slide each one on. Nestling the toe thong in place, pulling the back strap over your heel. I am caught up in the task. Giddy at the thought of serving you.
Not wanting to be done, I hold your foot longer than necessary.  You obviously know my need, as you slowly raise your toe to my lips. I kiss your toe. Lovingly. Worshipful. All is right in the world in that moment.
Your foot falls away and breaks my trance. I look up at you. Your smile reaches your eyes. You have been here before and it turns you on every time. Your hands reach out and you hold my face toward yours. You see the longing in my eyes. My need to go with you.

"Not tonight, my boy. I already have a little bedwarmer lined up and waiting in my room. But I will be around a few days, so maybe you will have a chance. I bet you can suck a pussy real good, can't you."

I nod my head like it's on a spring. 

"Yes, please, Mistress. "

"There you go, boy. You finally got it right. Well, you just be sure to check in here regularly, and maybe you can catch me before I head back home. If you're lucky, we will see what that tongue is good for.."

With that you stand and start toward the door. My heart beats to the rhythm your ass makes as you walk away.