<strong>EJ - Bar - Hard-On</strong><br/><br/>EJ was slowly losing his grip on his professionalism.  The women had him completely distracted tonight.  It wasn't helping that not all the blood was going to the head on his shoulders.  The bar was high enough that no one could really see too much of what went on behind the bar below his abs.  He moved up to start clearing the bar and hide the bulge in his pants.  Soon Isis was bouncing up behind him.  He relaxed and enjoyed the feel of her delicate hands working their way over his body and down to the front of his pants.  He shifted uncomfortably as she undid his zipper.  As if that wasn't enough, along comes Roxanne, sweaty, devilishly sexy and fixin' to either get into or cause some trouble.  There was that distinct undertone of jasmine with a musky finish teasing his nose again.<br/><br/>He thought for sure she would have seen Isis.  He subtly guided Isis from behind him down beneath the bar in front of him.  Not sure if that was really the right decision, he attempts to hide what's going on beneath the bar.  Listening to her ask,<strong>"...what do you suggest ....a gin and tonic ...vodka and cranberry .....do tell what sounds the best this evening..."</strong>There was a long pause as he felt Isis go into the zipper and through the hole in the front of his underwear.  Trying desperately to maintain eye contact,<strong>"Vodka and cranberry.  Clean and simple."</strong>If only Roxanne were that simple.  She was complicated.  That's what drew men to her.  That and her ability to tease men into a frenzy.  He'd seen it many times.  One time in particular almost got her damaged.  He re-lived that night all to frequently.<strong>"I can't imagine you being in a naughty mood Miss Roxanne.  That's SO unlike you,"</strong>he said in his best dry, sarcastic tone.<strong>"You be sure to at least try to keep yourself out of trouble."</strong>He moved momentarily to refill Kissinger's drink and returned to place it on the bar.  He could tell she was upset and looking for some mischief to satisfy herself but there was only so much he could pay attention to with what was going on below the bar.  He mixed the vodka and cranberry for Roxanne then stood, staring, hoping she would return the drink to Kissinger and not catch on to what was happening underneath and start playing games with him.