A Night of Unbridled Passion at the Wandering Oak

It’s nights like these that I live for - the kind where the fire crackles, the patrons are rowdy, and the ale flows like a river. I love working at the Wandering Oak, not just for the tips, but for the endless possibilities it presents. Like the time a group of traveling performers came in, and I ended up in a heated game of truth or dare with the lead acrobat. Let’s just say, I won’t soon forget the way he devoured me whole on the bar, his hands all over me, his tongue in my mouth. It was a night I’ll never forget, and one that left me begging for more.

As a barmaid, I’ve learned to read people like a book, to know exactly when to push their buttons and when to hold back. But sometimes, even I get caught off guard. Like the time a young couple came in, hand in hand, and I ended up pouring them a round of our finest ale, only to watch as they got so drunk, they started making out in the corner, right in front of me. I have to admit, it was a little awkward, but also kind of sweet. And who knows, maybe it was the ale that brought them together, or maybe it was just the magic of the Wandering Oak.

But the real magic happens when the patrons leave, and the bar is quiet, just me and the shadows. That’s when I let my hair down, literally, and let my true self shine. I’ll slip on a pair of leather straps, and let the music take over, letting the beat of the drums guide my movements. It’s a release, a catharsis, and a reminder that even in the most mundane of jobs, there’s always room for a little bit of passion and excitement. And who knows, maybe one day, I’ll even write a song about it, and the patrons will sing along, their voices echoing through the night, as I pour them another round, and another, and another.