Noah’s povAs the night progresses, I find myself relaxing, pouring drinks, serving shots, and even exchanging a few playful, flirtatious comments with the patrons who approach the counter. Oddly enough, it’s almost only the men who showed any interest in me, most of them leaning over the bar to strangely sniff at my neck just as the green-eyed stranger had done. Super weird.The constant predatory attention and the thick, musky pheromones filling the air from all the activities happening around me leave me in a state of painful arousal, my pants feeling uncomfortably as my hard cock pushes against it. This night better be over fast. I need a bit of relief. "Hey, purple-eyes," a loud voice breaks through my foggy thoughts, and I turn to see one of the managers. "Benson wants to see you in his office right now."I nod quickly, adjusting my uniform before turning to Nikolai. "I'll be right back, just need to see what the boss wants," I say, stepping out from behind the bar and headi
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