I met Austin earlier this summer when he was a local bartender and, upon seeing him, thought to drop trou and let him use and abuse me from behind the bar, suck him off while he was making drinks, or kick everyone out, close up early, and be his bottom bitch for hours. Believe me, I thought of several scenarios for how that initial, as well as future, encounters would go. Instead I kept my piggy instincts in check, walked over, ordered a drink, and flirted with him as I undressed him with my eyes.
