"Damn it's hot," She said casually tossing water in her face. Grabbing a paper towel she lightly wiped off the remaining droplets. Looking in the bathroom mirror she leaned in to reapply her lipstick. Glossy red lips for some reason meant better tips, and at this point those tips meant everything to her and she would shimmy and flirt for as many bills as she could get. She had wondered when Hon, Baby, and Hot Stuff had become a part of her regular vocabulary. Feeling a little like a whore she tried to talk herself down. "It's bartending, Babe." Lord she had even started calling herself Babe, when the hell did that happen. As she conversed with her reflection silently in the mirror she suddenly became aware she was no longer alone.

Looking behind her in the mirror he stood slightly against the tile wall. Watching her intensely. "Shit." She had been caught. Told a hundred times to stay out of the men's bathroom. "Hey, I'm so sorry. The women's line is always so long and I gotta get back out there."

"It's cool." He said deeply walking over to her.

She couldn't take her eyes off his reflection in the mirror, even as he stood right next to her inspecting the job she had just done on her lips.

"I like that color on you." He smiled boyishly.

The contrast between his clothes or lack thereof and his shy smile was astounding. Just a few minutes before he had been on stage grinding against his guitar as he licked the neck hungrily. She had wondered if the guitar was taking the place of a lover or the other way around.

"Thank you." She smiled putting on one last coat. She watched him as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, clearly wanting something out of her. Pulling the lipstick away from her mouth she offered it to him. His eyes looked up to her reflection and his lip curled.

"Sorry." Damn she had offended him. She would never hear the end of this from David. She was really no good outside her bar. Behind her counter the rush of the orders left her no time to think and over analyze every situation ultimately always ending up playing the fool. Rolling down the red tube she tucked it into the bra she was wearing.

"You're the bartender aren't you." He broke the awkward silence between them.

She really wanted to get out of there away from his large brown eyes that kept staring. At least thankfully he had put his trench coat back on. Though she knew exactly what was underneath. Watching him play on stage was breathtaking at times seeming as through the music flowed through him. She said nothing but shook her head.

"Bet you get lots of tips." His eyes moved over her body and suddenly she felt she was the one dressed inappropriately. A leather jacket thrown unconsciously over a lace bra. Her jean shorts barely covering her ass and a pair of thigh highs accentuating the length of her shorts. Her only comfort the pair of purple high top Reeboks. In order for her to stay on, she remembered David's voice say "You're gonna have to sex it up.", and she had in spades. A little out of spite she tried to see exactly what she could get away with.

His hand reached out and snapped her garter belt that loosely held up a pair of net stocking.

"That's the name of the game isn't it? Tips." Finally gathering up the courage she turned to look at him in the flesh. His dark hair causally a mess from the show he just finished didn't distract from his handsome features. His eyes and his lips seemed larger than any man or woman for that matter should have been allowed to have. But it was the sultry strut that air of cockiness around him that made her nervous. He knew he was the shit and you couldn't help but agree with him.

"Don't you guys have a bathroom of your own." The entertainers never used the common bathroom.

"I could have said the same to you."

"Uhhh very true." She shook her head slightly in agreement.

"But just like you our bathrooms full. There's like 6 of us."

"Here let me get out of your way. I'm sorry." She gave him a feeble smile and started to rush for the door.

"Hey don't go." He reached out for her hand and accidentally pulled it against the warm flesh beneath his coat.

Her finger grazed the soft hair that covered his lithe golden skin. Her fingers trailing a little too long. He looked at her with a knowing smile. He had watched her all night long her black wavy hair swaying as she danced behind the counter. He saw her duck into the men's bathroom and he followed, intrigued.

Bringing her hand from the inside his coat she put it to her lips in an apology. "Great first you offend him, then you feel him up in the men's bathroom." David was going to kill her.

Looking at the rather sizable rock around her ring finger. He asked "You married?" Not that in the end it would make a difference. He had seen her lips from across the room and there was only one thing he had actually wanted from her, and "Technically would it really be considered cheating?..."

"No" her words came fast and quick. She must have gotten this question quite often.

"Engaged?" She shook her head yes. He smiled again like he knew the answer to a question he had not asked yet.

Taking her hand again he pressed it against his lower stomach. She looked away her gaze refusing to meet his but her hand remained steady her knuckles gliding gently against his skin. Fingers twirling around the gold chain he wore around his waist.

"There's only one way I wanna wear your lipstick." He whispered as he drew her to him.

Both of her hands now found their way underneath his coat. It had seemed so sexy to her as he danced on stage. A flash of thigh, the rounded cheek of his ass peeking out from underneath his coat. How his guitar covered the black briefs he wore, all of it so tempting, teasing. The vaudeville act of a sexy charlatan, the crowd begging for more as he taunted them. Her hands couldn't get enough. Gliding over the smooth muscles of his back, her fingers once again wrapping around the gold chain. As she watched him on stage she had never wanted anything more than to be that inanimate object.

Her finger dipped slightly below the back of the black briefs he wore and in that instant he kissed her roughly.

After performing his body had always felt electric and he needed someone, something to transfer the energy. It had always been here or there behind stage, anywhere really. The only way he ever found he could truly wind down. Plus it had made for interesting times even more so inspiring a lot of his writing, it seemed like strange cycle.

His lips pressed roughly against hers, he needed her body more than she had imagined. It was as if he wanted to devour a little piece of this moment as they stood in the middle of the men's bathroom room quietly consuming each others mouths. She pulled away finally coming up for air. Breathing deeply her hands still exploring beneath his coat. Her fingers rimming the edge of the black thigh highs he wore. Those had excited her the most as she watched him on stage. His hands began to tangle in her hair and he smiled again that knowing smile as if he could read her mind. But then again she was sure this situation played out for him a million times over. No matter where he was there would always be a willing pair of lips.

"Not as nice as yours." He purred as if she had said what she was thinking flatly.

Again she kissed him feeling his body press against hers. Her hand traveled from his lower stomach and stopped just above the top of his black briefs. She hesitated and looked to him for permission.

"What the hell do you think I came in here for?" He whispered longingly, wanting only to feel those red lips press against his skin. He could feel the energy rising like static underneath his skin.

She inhaled a breath as he kissed her neck. Her hand dipped below the waist of the glossy black fabric. Her hand gently caressing his hardened shaft it contained. Her fingers slowly tracing the veins that led to the soft head. Finally his eyes closed as she carefully touched his warm flesh. He let a breath escape his lips as if he had been holding it in for ages.

"Good." She thought the intensity of his gaze was getting too much for her to bare. In an instant she was on her knees taking the girth of him into her mouth, a pretty red O as she engulfed him.

"I don't want your eyes to leave mine." He requested. The irony of this situation was not lost on him. A pretty young girl engaged to be wed sucking his cock on the bathroom floor. Sometime art imitates life sometimes vice versa.

She no longer cared about her environment as she sucked heartily on him. The grimy tiled walls seemed to fade away as her eyes focused on on him. All she could care about was him and those eyes he wouldn't let her look away from. The way he moaned softly, parting his perfect lips, her arms wrapped around his thighs savoring the soft fabric against the tight muscles of his thighs.

He pulled her hair as she worked, he reveled in her eyes as she looked to him. Her lipstick leaving a slick trail over his dick. Her hands twisted behind him as she pressed herself further into him wanting to take him all in.

"You know you're good girl." He whispered and her eyes sparkled with a smile.

He had just sang those lyrics as he gyrated with his guitar on stage. If she would have known this would be the outcome an hour later she would have dressed a little more appropriately. The jagged tile floor knocked angrily against her knees as she pressed against him hungrily wanting to watch his face as he came.

The feel of her mouth was intoxicating, a warm wet cave as her tongue rolled around his skin getting to know every inch of his cock. Her eyes though that is what most interested him. He had watched her at the bar she was full of life personality, but as he watched her just a few minutes before she seemed unsure, awkward and though her lips were wrapped firmly around him now he could swear there was a little shyness. It had seemed like the two parts of her were at odds and in this thought he found companionship. He touched the side of her face and she closed her eyes briefly taking in the gentle touch. As she looked up again complying with his request she rolled her tongue against him and with that simple act of eyes and tongue he came with a guttural exhausted breath rattling through his body.

She swallowed quickly and smoothed her hands across his thighs as she stood back up. "You know that's a good color for you." She referenced the red stain she had left behind. Washing her hands she reapplied her lipstick and he straddled her from behind again watching her lips intently as she finished. His hands making their way to her garter belt straps that held up her stockings.

"BECCA!" She looked to the door in a panic, hearing her name brought her back to the reality.

"Uhhh huhhh you've been caught." He whispered. Gliding his lips across the skin on her cheek, the hair that bristled under his nose scratched against her a pleasant reminder of his mouth as they kissed before.

Again her name was called and her heart raced. Kissing the golden sinew of his neck she left a perfect pair of red lips as a stamp of her accomplishment, and bolted towards the exit. She opened the door and tried to slip out without being noticed.

"Becca how many times have I told you about the men's bathroom?" David stood very close to the door. She was thankful he hadn't reached for the knob... or maybe she wasn't.

"Shit!" She been caught, at least in part. "The line is always so damn long David come on. Is it really that big of deal?"

"But customers." She mouthed as the words came out of his lips.

"Have you seen Prince?"

"Who?" Slipped out of her mouth trying to be smooth before she realized how ridiculous it sounded. David turned to her with a glare.

"Prince?" He pointed to the now empty stage.

"Sorry, sorry that's not what I heard. I haven't a clue." She tried to stifle a grin, her jaw still aching.

They shuffled together back to her bar as she began to clean up glasses and bills that had been left behind. She was half listening to the conversation as David rambled on about cover charges, ticket sales or some kids that had snuck in. She was still captivated with the moment just before the feel of his body above her, the way he smelled, the way he tasted, his eyes.

She nodded her head but wasn't sure if it was because she wanted to appear she was listening or the aftershock of the repetition her body had just been through.

"Hey." A deep voice rang out. The familiar timbre brought her out of her thoughts and she looked up as he walked over to the bar.

"Man what a great show." David extended a hand.

"Thanks." He said quietly, his hand running through his hair nervously, unsure of how to take the complement.

"Hey we got a few more bookings in the area if you guys are available."

"Yeah just call to set anything up." He looked up to Becca the back of her neck began to warm as she could feel his eyes again fixed on her.

"Oh hey. This is my fiance, Becca." David introduced her.

"Becca."

Again with the eyes. She was able to replay their whole experience just from his look. She had wondered just how much David could see. That deep voice made her body tremble. She loved the way her name sounded as it left his lips.

"It's good to put a name with a face."

Wiping her wet hands on the pair of cut offs she wore, she reached out to take his extended hand. The collar of his coat slipped exposing a perfect replica of her red lips on his neck.

"Or mouth." He whispered quietly between them.