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soon.”
    His gaze locked onto the bartenders. “How?”
    “Boyo, I’ve been doing this for a long time. You have the look of a man waiting on a woman” The door swung open and more people flowed in.
    J.J. searched the crowd and sighed. His disappointment socked him in the chest.
    Fred set down a bottle of beer. “A good-looking boy like you? She’ll show up.”
    “I hope so.” He palmed his beverage and took a long pull.
    The bartender chuckled and walked way. The large oak door opened again. Patricia strolled in, with Kat right behind her.
    “Thank you.” J.J. sent his prayer upward and relaxed.
    A loud wolf whistle came from the old bartender’s direction. Kat sidled up to the bar with Patricia. J.J. picked at his beer bottle while she flirted with the old Irishman. Patricia was right. This is the best place for this.
    Fred set one shot after another in front of Kat. She licked salt off her hand, tossed back the drinks and shoved limes in her mouth. He watched as she gasped and shuddered, making the ruby and diamond earrings dance at her ears and what was underneath her blouse jiggle.
    The shirt framed her tits as if she was a priceless piece of art and streamed over her hips. His palms ached to feel her beautiful ass. J.J. couldn’t help but notice her lack of panty lines and red four-inch Fuck-Me-Pumps. He swiped at his upper lip. Fuck me sideways. She’s fucking hot . He couldn’t take looking at her without doing something about it.
    J.J. needed to give himself some time. He stood, his long strides eating up the distance to the bathroom. He pushed open the door, locked it behind him and entered the only stall. Pine cleaner assaulted his nose. J.J. sniffed and leaned against the white tile wall.
    He unzipped his jeans, his throbbing cock springing from his pants. The cool tile against his back did nothing to dampen his desire. He took his dick in his hand and pictured Kat’s hand milking him. He closed his eyes and imagined her red-painted nails gliding over his dick. Passion ran down his spine and exploded.
    His hand moved faster and harder. Kat’s face in rapture flashed in his mind. The first spurt of cum came hot and fast, his body bucked, he bit down on his bottom lip and almost drew blood. He grabbed toilet paper and cleaned up.
    What the hell was wrong with him? He had never had to beat off in a public restroom before. J.J. zipped his jeans, washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom. He motioned to Fred for another beer.
    The bartender lumbered over and set a fresh bottle down.
    “How many drinks has Kat had?”
    Fred turned and gazed fondly at Kat. “She’s on her fifth. I’d say she’s feeling no pain.” He eyed J.J. and chuckled. “Boyo, you look at her like you want to lick her up.”
    “I think I screwed up the other day.” J.J. grabbed his beer and lifted it to his mouth.
    “Now’s your chance to fix it.”
    The old rickety stool creaked in protest when he spun.
    Patricia pulled Kat along the old, red-oak bar. “Hi, J.J., how are you?”
    Kat stumbled and his hand shot out to steady her.
    Patricia sent J.J. a wink. “I had no idea you would be here.”
    “What are you two fine ladies doing out on the town?” he asked and winked back at his co-conspirator.
    “I’ll let Kat tell you.” Patricia pushed Kat forward.
    Kat took in a drunken breath. “This was all Patty Cake’s idea. She tortured me. My best friend in the whole wide world came to my house at the crack of dawn to take me shopping.”
    J.J.’s body ached to hold her. “You must hate Patricia. For being such a bad friend.” His gaze found Patricia. He hoped she could read the gratitude on his face.
    “I can’t hate Patty for making me buy this outfit and shoes, because I feel sexy as hell in them.” She gasped. “As part of my new life. New me makeover, she took me to the torture chamber and I was waxed, plucked and had goop smeared all over me.”
    She swayed grabbing the bar. “The icing on the cake