Cracking Coconuts

Problem #1: Getting Kicked Out of Bars

Amira Pierson watched from the table as Addison and Lisa walked up to the bar. She had slipped in a few minutes earlier and gotten some sparkling water from the bartender. Now, it was a new shift. A new bartender. The perfect time to put the plan in action. 

She watched the two girls walk up to the bar. She had given them strict instructions on what to do, but she didn't really have to. These girls were pros. The two girls approached the bartender, smiling and giggling like the high schoolers they were. Addison was a vibrant redhead, but still had childlike freckles. Her friend Lisa was a beautiful Greek girl with dark frizzy hair and a natural tan. The evening crowd was still trickling in. In another half hour, this place would be packed. She could hear the conversation from her earpiece. She had given Addison a microphone to put on her shirt. It wasn't perfect, but she could hear everything as she scanned the crowd nonchalantly. 

"So hi!" laughed Addison with a bright smile. Her make-up was exaggerated enough to show some inexperience, but not enough to be comical. Lisa hung off her arm as they leaned on the bar. Lisa didn't have to say anything though. Her big boobs were being held up by the bar itself. The bartender went straight for the bait. Addison kept talking, knowing that the guy was not focused on a word. It was sad how easy it was to trick young men. Amira sometimes felt bad about it, but not that much. She saw it as a means to an end. A truly good guy would not be so easily swayed by a pretty face and a nice set of breasts. 

"We would really like a drink, you know. Right, Lisa?"  Lisa adjusted herself leaning her head on one arm. It only served to squeeze her breasts even more. 

"Umm . . .okay. What can I get you?" asked the bartender talking to Lisa's breasts. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that her breasts were like one of those shiny medallions used to hypnotize. Amira was sure if the girl began to sway them around like they did in the movies, the guy would be lost.  

He did look like a young guy. Fresh out of college or maybe still in college. Either way, he was more worried about impressing these girls than he was doing his job. 

"I don't know. What do you recommend?" said Addison as she ran a hand through her hair. A couple of college guys by the looks of their university hoodies came in. Even they gave the girls a look, which only served to make the bartender more interested in impressing them. In a bar, the bartender was king. He could make or break anyone's night. No matter how young he looked, this king was ready to wield his power as he leaned in closer to the girls. Amira didn't miss the quick glance he gave the newcomers as if to say 'That's right. These girls are all mine'. 

"How about a Sex on the Beach?" Amira tried to hold back a groan. Really? That was his pick up line. If she were a bartender, she would've done some fancy-schmancy trick or pull out a new cocktail and said she invented it. Then again, he didn't seem too quick on the uptake. Being a bartender was probably the only pick-up he needed. He probably didn't need to be a smooth-talker too. At least, not when he could get you so drunk, he probably looked like a knock-off and muscle less version of Chris Hemsworth. 

"Sure. That sounds good. Right, Lisa?" Lisa nodded before pulling away. They didn't even flinch at the obvious come-on. Just pros! 

The bartender quickly went to make up the cocktails. He made sure to keep the girls in his sight as he performed a few tricks. Tossing a few bottles in the air before catching them with ease. It was impressive if you ignored the tool-like aura that radiated off him. Still, it was more than she expected of him, so she complimented him in her head. 

In record time, he finished the cocktails and slid it over. The girls did a cute clap where they even put in a little bounce. Amira had to hand it to them. It was actually a little scary how easy this sting went down.