He was at wits end. As he left the side door of the convention center he
was muttering and cursing to himself. Two years of design and development
down the drain! He was unveiling his company's latest and greatest
technology only to be outdone by Inetech, his chief rival, with an even
better product. Shit! He was going to have to shut down the company he
built himself, fire 35 people, and with all his debt he'd piled up these
past few years - maybe even file for bankruptcy. Shit!
As he thought of all of this he hadn't noticed the neighborhood he was
walking in was getting grittier. He just needed a drink, and at two in
the afternoon anyplace would do. He walked into a nearly empty bar. The
sun streamed into the dark place through large windows. Even though it
was sunny outside, few lights were on inside and the smoke from the
bartender's and waitress' cigarettes drifted through the still air
giving the place a dreamy, surreal look.
He walked straight up to the bar and asked for two shots of Johnny
Walker. He threw them straight back and asked for two more, he threw back
the first and sipped on the second.
"Thanks" he said to the bartender. His voice a little shaky. He sat down
on his stool and looked around at the bar for the first time. There only
other people in the bar was an old man down the far end of the bar
sipping his beer, and a young couple in a booth behind him. There were
framed black and white photos all around the place depicting all sorts of
S&M scenarios, no nudity, but very erotic. The waitress walked over and
sat down at the bar next to him. She was smoking her cigarette and
looking right at him. She was a tall, thin woman with neon blue hair
spiked up. Her arms were adorned in colorful tatoos and her nose was
pierced. She wore a sleeveless white t-shirt with the nipples of her
small perky tits showing through it, a short leather skirt, boots and
lots of braclets. She was a contrast to his slight figure and short,
slightly ruffled hair, his suit and his loosened tie hanging from his
neck.
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