Not My Life
an excerpt

It’s Cinco De-Mayo, the fifth of May. From my understanding, it is some type of celebration for either the Spanish or for Mexicans or both. I am not sure and really don’t care. All I know is that everyone around me is laughing and celebrating and I am stuck in this Damn bar serving beer to people who should have quit drinking 2 hours ago.
The other waitress Jean, left without saying a word to anyone. She just took off with a 5 foot body of blubber 30 minuets ago and has not returned. She has no taste in men. So here I stand in the midst of drunken assholes. Well at least they tip.
I started to wipe the bar down in front of me when Don the night bartender came up behind me and pressed his body into mine. I could feel his erection through my skirt as he ground his self into my butt.
“Another hour and we can close this bar” he whispered into my ear.
Don’s hot breath breathing on my neck, causing my stomach to turn. I half turned and jammed my hip into his groin and sent him back against the other side of the bar. Don’s face contorted as he held back a satisfying moan of pain that I so craved and deserved to hear from him.
“If you want to close the bar all by your lonesome self, I can oblige” I smiled so sweetly. “Would you like me to leave?’
“No” he grunted and walked stiffly away.
Same thing happens every weekend. Jean takes off with some unknown slob, and Don makes a play for me. God I hate this job.