This story isn't so much sexual as it is funny, yes that is a warning... However to see the humor and better understand the follow up story, this one is needed.
This is a true story and I have changed names or just Omitted them for privacey purposes.... Enjoy....
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I spent a good portion of my life living overseas; I at a young age was hired by the US Military as a civilian working. It was fun and exciting, I got to meet people, travel and have many adventures. I worked for MWR, for anyone who has never been in the military or around it, MWR stands for Welfare, Moral and Recreation. The short of it is I was hired by the US Army to be a bartender and night manager for one of the post clubs overseas. You have a few different types of Club, you have the officers club, NCO club, enlisted club and then you have the Rod and Gun clubs. I worked for one of the Rod N Gun clubs in Germany.
Rod N Gun clubs are different from the other clubs, it did not matter what rank you were, we had officers mingling with the enlisted. Why it is called a Rod and Gun club is basically it is a sports club with two bars, dance floor, Dj booth, restaurant, pro shop, and gun ranges. You can come in for breakfast, buy a gun, and spend your afternoon shoot clay pigeons on the range, cocktails at 4pm, dinner at 6 pm, then dance the night way to country western music until 5 o'clock in the morning. (Clubs in Germany don't close at 2 like they do in the states; our last call was at 4:30 in the morning.) Overall it was a pretty nice place, the building dated back to WWII, like most of the building on military posts. We were kind of lucky because even though we were a part of post we were not located on post, just right next to it. We were extremely busy Wednesday thru Friday nights, we had several groups that would meet at our little bar for meetings and dinners, but the two main ones were the German Shooting Club and the ERCA or the European Rodeo Cowboy Association, which was also the Military Rodeo Association.
Now the Rodeo team and I had a love hate relationship, I loved them but they made my life hell from time to time, they in turned loved me because I was their kick ass bartender, yet most of them had nicknamed me the Ice Queen because at the end of the night I would not go home with any of them. Not to say I didn't have my fun, there was one guy on the team who I would hang out with but we kept it very quiet. (A few stories about him will come later) but overall being the bartender I saw night after night the girls that the guys went home with, some of which had already slept with half of post. Be it wives, female soldiers or German girls it wasn't that I didn't want to have some fun, but more of the concern I might catch something. Plus we had enough females working at the Rod N Gun that was what was referred to as Buckle Bunnies and I did not want to be a Buckle Bunny. Hell at that point I didn't care for country music nor did I know how to two step.
So after about a year of working there the rodeo team got the bright idea to start a betting pool on me, basically it was who ever got me to go home with them and had proof I went home with them won the money. At one point the pool was sitting at $4000.00 dollar, and the 4 years I had been working there, when this tale takes place, no one had managed to win the money. (Mine you I had no idea about this bet or the money until way later)
Now around December we had a fund raising night for the Rodeo team, and we were packed, and extremely busy. My friend CC had been called in to run the restaurant, because our waitress had gone into labor that afternoon, I was tending bar because our bartender that night had not shown up, so not only was I night manager but I was also tending the front bar. CC and I were standing behind the bar joking around while I started to open a new bottle of Jack Daniels. Then he walked in, not sure what caught my eye but I was mesmerized by him, tall, sexy, wearing a black cowboy hat, white linen shirt, vest that was brown, tight wranglers a black wildrag and tall top boots. He looked like he had just walked out of the old west. He had the most amazing smile I had ever seen and when he looked towards the bar his icy blue eyes made me want to melt. All the while I am opening a bottle of Jack Daniels and completely not paying any attention to what I was doing, CC smacked my shoulder just as I dropped the $48.00 dollar bottle of Jack on to the floor shattering it like an icicle, splashing Jack all over my self and CC.
That was the first time I saw him, he was a new solider to our little post and had joined the rodeo team. Unlike many of the guys on the team, he was not a want to be, he was the real deal, growing up riding horses, he was soft spoken, when he did talk which was pretty much never, other than to ask for a Jack and Coke, and he tipped well, Thank you ma'am always when he was given his drink. All the guys on the team called him Rev. or the Rev. short for Reverend, having to do with his last name. A couple of times over the weeks that followed I tried to talk to him, only to have him just stare at me for a moment and walk away, frustration was not the word for it. Then much to my shock one of the sleazy females that hung out at our bar started to hang out with him. I asked a couple of the guys on the team about him and sleazy, to my amazement they all told me they were kind of seeing each other. It was a blow to my ego and self-esteem. Sleazy was not what I call pretty her body was shaped funny, and it looked like her ass was sitting on her back, she had no personality and was extremely loud, sloppy when drunk and she was also married to another solider. Granted she and her husband were not living together but that was because sleazy couldn't keep her legs shut.
CC and I decided that either he was crazy or drunk because neither of us saw what possible attraction could be there. So I decided to forget about all of it, which became rather hard when I showed up to work one afternoon to find out that Sleazy was the new waitress I had to train for the restaurant. My boss and I had words, I was really unhappy about Sleazy being hired, and of course my boss told me to be nice. So I was nice as I could get, and went upstairs to train her, she started off on the wrong foot telling me was going to get me in trouble for calling her names behind her back, I looked at her and laugh, and started to call her, Sleazy to her face all the while training her. After about a week of her work as our waitress and screwing things up I decided I would not rest until either she quit or I could have grounds to fire her, so it became my life mission to completely piss her off. She would become pissed off at me and start to cuss me out and I would shut her up with one sentence "I am going to steal your boyfriend" of course referring to her boyfriend Rev. She would get mad and stomp around, later when he would come into the bar and order a drink, I would take his order much to her horror and she would drop everything and come over to drag him away from the bar. I of course then would smile at her politely and remind her of her customers, she in turn would grab him by his arm and drag him off telling him that she would come back and get his drink. Normally when she would come back to get his drink she would call me a bitch and I would of course tell her she was a worthless whore and the night would go on. This little nasty dance went on for a month, it came to the point where all I had to do was stand next to him and some of the guys off the rodeo team and she would completely freak out. Mind you, he still had never talked to me other than to order a drink.
Then February hit, and they guys got called up for deployment, in the Balkans, the call actually came in on a Friday night while everyone was at the club, the CQ's started to call our club phone and suddenly all the guys were heading out the doors, leaving tearful girlfriends, wives and female friends standing at the bar to include Sleazy, because the Rev's unit was called up for deployment. About 15mins after he left the club along with all the other guys, she and I started to fight, she wanted the night off, she wanted to go see him off and I being the horrible bitch, as she called me, told her No. Now most would think that is harsh, however she was married and her husband was also being deployed, I was not going to let her off work to go suck face with her boyfriend in front of her husband. That was just wrong in my book. Not to mention it was only 7pm and she was done at 10pm, there was a good chance she would still be able to see him off anyhow. So I made her stay, which turned out to be a mistake because she started to drink and tell everyone that would listen what a bitch I was. Finally around 10:15 she walked half way down the stairs and threw her money box at me and left.
Even though most of the guys had been called up for deployment we were still extremely busy, only half of post was going and it seemed that the other half of post was still at the club dancing and drinking the night away. Around 1 in the morning Sleazy ended up down stairs in my office, much to my horror, drunk was not the word for her, and she sat there for over 20 minutes proclaiming her undying love for the Rev. Spilling her drink all over my paperwork, I finally asked her to go back up stairs and hang out with her friends; she in turn told me how much she loved me and gave me a hug, which made me want to take a shower. Amazing what inebriation can do to someone.
Sometime around 2am the bar back came down stairs and told me that they were running out of vodka and a couple other liquors, we had a bunch of wives upstairs now drinking away their sorrows or rejoicing over the fact that their husband were now on an a C-17 flying to the Balkans. I went upstairs wrote out a list of what I needed to bring to the back bar and walked down to our storage room. I started to unlock the cabinets and I heard moaning. Now mine you, these are old building build before WWII and the basements and sub-basements are creepy and poorly lit. So to hear moaning is a bit un nerving and will cause the hair on your skin to stand prickle up. I stood there for a moment and nothing, so I figured it was just the building and finished unlocking the cabinets, only for the moaning to start again but louder, I dropped my keys and froze, suddenly there was grunting and all sorts of other weird noises coming from the back of the storage area. I stood there for a moment debating if I was going to run away and just not get the alcohol or if I was going to attempt to figure out what the hell was down in my storage room. Mind you there is over 40 yrs. worth of stuff in the storage room which was rather huge and sectioned off. Not all the sections have lighting, so it was to say the least rather creepy. I grabbed the flashlight we had down there and started to walk around, I got to the back section which had a bunch of old furniture, and find Sleazy there with some guy, her tits spilling out of her shirt and bouncing all over the place, keeping time with his strokes, and her pants down around her ankles taking it from behind like a bitch in heat, Oh was I ever amused, not more than an hour ago she had been proclaiming her undying love for the Rev. This was awesome! Neither of them noticed me standing there until I started to laugh, then they froze, I looked at them both, shining the flash light at them and told them to get the fuck out of my storage room. Scrambling to get dressed, I started to walk away only to stop for a moment, to yell "Sleazy I am gonna tell the Rev." and then I kept walking, with her running behind me pleading.
I would like to say I only harassed her for a couple of weeks about busting her in the storage room, but I would also like to be able to say it was the only time, but over the next couple of months, I busted her having sex with random guys in our men's room, the storage room more than once, our restaurant, the beer cooler, my office, the Dj booth, and the outside picnic tables. Each incident always ended with me telling her I was going to tell the Rev what she had been up to. During work hours if she started to get on my nerves or screwed up, I would look at her and ask what the Rev's deployment address was.
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