['Le Régent']
Chapter 6: ['One of Those Days']
It's the day before the big trip to Barbossa's mansion. I really looked forward to it. Today, I wore my copper thong to work, and was giving a handsome porcupine in swim trunks his 'Screwdriver', and a big Kangal Shepherd in a male bikini was getting a 'Skrewball White Russian'. I smiled lightly, and warmly as they slipped their payments into the straps.
Sure, you get good patrons like the two just mentioned. Then there are ones where what you say to them goes in one ear and out the other. I was giving a caracal his scotch on the rocks when he reached for my butt, and got his paw on my left butt-cheek, "Sir, please don't do that," I said to him, he smirked back. He is not taking my warning seriously.
"You can look, but you can't touch," I added
I went behind the bar with the drink tray. Ritchie looked concern, "You okay, Honey-Bun?" he asked, I nodded lightly and Ritchie gave him a mean glare to which the old caracal flipped him off. Ritchie turned to me, and put gentle paws on my shoulders, "hey, give the jerk-off three strikes, if he does not listen after three, you show him what you can do,"
"I got it," I acknowledged to the bartender
The caracal had finished his drink rather quickly. Even the other patrons, and the guys could see that this guy could be trouble. He raised his glass to request another drink. So Ritchie fixed him his drink, and I went out to serve him at a table. I took away an empty glass with ice still in it. As I turned away, he tapped me on the butt, "Don't...Do...That,"
"Do what, Puppy Fuck?" he taunted with a sly grin. I lightly shook my head out of annoyance, and lightly held up two fingers together to Ritchie while making sure this dude did not see them. Ritchie nodded lightly. Ace and Kyle were practicing on the pole, and I smiled and I winked to them. If he tries to pull a fast one, I will have witnesses on my side.
Barbossa looked worried, "It's okay, Boss,"
I know in the break room across of Barbossa's office is a 'banned wall' for any patrons that get out of hand. The wall is blank right now, but it looks like someone is about to get on the 'wall of shame'. I looked to see that caracal raising his glass for another. Who drinks this much so early in the day? I'm thinking this tom is going through personal issues.
"I got it, you get the next," Ritchie hushed
"Yes, Ritchie," I replied quietly out of hearing range, we kept our attention toward the Kangal Shepherd so this guy won't suspect us of talking behind his tail. As Ritchie went to get his glass for him, the caracal made a small sound expressing his disappointment. This tomcat is gulping down his drinks, and his eyes are preying on me. Here goes nothing.
I walked over to him as he was lightly shaking his glass in hand, "C'mon Cutie-Pup, gimme some sugar," he purred as I reached for his glass, and he touched my package. Now he crossed the line. I gave him a hard left hook to the cheek, slammed his forehead hard into the table, and kicked him in the chest to fell the chair, and put the tom on his back
"You little cunt...," he snarled back to me
"Don't you talk like that to him," hissed Kyle,
"Dude, I warned you, you didn't listen," I said simply to him with a shrug of the shoulders. He growled as he lunged toward me only to get tackled by Ace and Kyle. The caracal was thrown out, literally, into a metal trash bin and some stacked up full garbage bags. I picked up the glass, and I went about my shift as if nothing happened. The guys smiled
"You okay?" asked Barbossa out of concern
"I'm fine," I said with a reassuring smile to my boss. I went to the bar to get the towel, and clean up the spilled ice and the table. Ace called the police, and it wasn't long before we saw the flashing lights and a Ford Police Interceptor come to pick up the 'bad kat'. A picture of the caracal made it onto the 'banned wall'. Ritchie smiled with a paw on his hip
"You're full of surprises, Nico," he said, and caressed my cheek with the backs of his fingers, "if you want to stay around after the shift, I'll give you a reward," he purred quietly into my earhole. I lightly grinned to him in a seductive way, and gave him a little waggle of my top eye-spots. Ritchie is a big tom. He probably could've handled him quite easily.
"I got to pack for tomorrow," I said to him
"Oh? You're going with us? That's awesome," said Ace coming back from the pole and catwalk, "nice job handling that guy, Nico, we do get characters like that, though it's pretty rare," said the jaguar in a metallic gold thong. I got a smile, and nod from Barbossa. I walked out from the bar, and went upstairs to pack my stuff. I got some items on my mind
"Oh...this will be nice," I purred to myself
My shift thongs are not waterproof. So I bought a smooth pouch skinny sides swim thong in 'black ice' off of Skinzwear for the local beach, or outings like this with the tomcats. With that, I also packed a few t-shirts, all my khaki cargo shorts, and some black Dickies skinny jeans for going out to eat. Moral for this day? Never underestimate the little pup.
