A Long Night At The Bar Ends With An Unexpected Twist

So there I was, closing up the bar at 3 AM when this guy sidles up to me. We'd had a couple of drinks earlier in the night and he wasn't bad-looking, I'll admit it. He pulls out his wallet and says, 'Let's take this somewhere else.' Before I could protest, we’re already climbing into my car. Once inside, I think, what the hell, why not? The next thing I know, his hand is down my pants. We didn't waste any time, I was half-naked before you knew it. And then there we were, on the backseat of my car, skin against skin, him thrusting into me with such intensity that I could barely catch my breath. All I kept thinking was, wow, this bartender life can get wild when you least expect it.