<strong>EJ - Bar - Taking in the ambiance</strong><br/><br/>EJ slid the key off the counter and into his pocket.  He gave up trying to contain the bulging erection distorting his pants.  Isis had gotten him all worked up but there had been no release.  He was aching and about ready to explode.  She still had a hold on his thoughts.  He shuffled around behind the bar, cleaning, listening and observing as everyone began to hook up and retire to their chambers.  The cleaning crew was sure to be busy tomorrow.  There usually were no walks of shame, only the dances of avoidance as chamber visitors returned to their rooms.  He took a break to ponder his situation.  His lower head twitched, voicing its opinion.  He went to pop open the ice box and grabbed three bottles of champagne, making sure they were of suitable quality to match his company for the evening even though they'll come out of his pay.  He knew what he was getting himself into and would be at their mercy.  He was willing to take that chance, knowing that their moods could change from angels of the flesh to devils at any moment.  Either way, being in heaven or hell with those three was something few had the opportunity to experience.