"Oh, Jason." Ron nodded, then paused to take a sip of his beer, “Man, it seems like every woman here tonight's with someone or is seeing someone."

"Yeah, tell me about it," I said glumly, as I took a moment to pop the cap off of a Heineken and slide it halfway along the bar where it stopped directly in front of the guy who ordered it.

“Good one kid!" He called, hoisting it up to me.

I waved and muttered, "Then leave a decent tip asshole.”

“Crappy night?" Ron asked, making a show of putting a five down for his three dollar beer and pushing it at me.

"Pretty much. And you don't have to tip me."

"You didn't have to tutor me last semester." He said, “Pay it forward, right?"

“Okay, thanks." I put the five in my pocket and put three ones on the table for the register.

“But yeah, not just for tips, but every other ladies night there's a bunch of single girls and I was hoping

I could, you know, break the new place in."

“Well, night's not over yet."

“It's eleven, I'm done at midnight, Mitch is coming back to close up and cash out." I answered.

“Always tomorrow, Saturday night usually gets a good crowd."

“Maybe.” I shrugged, “Plus who knows if I'd really meet anyone who would want to fool around first time out."

“Some girls have wanted to, you just couldn't."

“And they knew it, might have just been a game."

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself," Ron rolled his eyes, “You got your own place, boo fucking hoo if it takes you some time to get laid."

"Yeah, you're right, but it's not just about the place, it's been two months since Missy, I'm getting pretty antsy."

Ron shrugged his shoulders and chugged the rest of his beer. I turned around at the sound of my name and saw the couple at the end of the bar signaling and turning to the back of the bar busied myself making them a fresh round.

A Captain and Coke for him and a Vodka with Cranberry for her. As I brought them their drinks, I noticed Ron staring down the end of the bar and when I came back over to him he exclaimed, "Goddamn look at that one! Fucking cougar time!"

I followed his gaze and I saw a woman with long blonde hair standing with her back to us talking to one of the guys who had been sitting at the bar, but was now standing, gesturing towards a stool, trying to get her to sit down.

"Damn." I said softly taking in one hell of a rear view.

The woman was wearing a short skirt with a cheetah pattern that barely covered her ass, exposing a pair of gorgeous long legs that ended in a pair of black fuck me heels. The skirt was so tight it appeared painted on, showing off a damn fine ass and hugging a pair of well shaped thighs. She was wearing a sleeveless black shirt that was low cut in the back, showing off the smooth creamy skin of her back.

Her blond hair was curly and fell to just past her shoulder blades and shaking my head, I said to Ron, “Jesus Christ, look at that fucking ass!"

“Wait until you see the front," He said, then sighed, "That is if that d-bag stops talking to her and she turns around.”

We watched as the guy pointed again at the stool next to where he had been sitting and we laughed when she shook her head. The guy frowned, then with shoulders slumped in defeat, he pointed towards my end of the bar.

“Here we go." Ron grinned, “She's turning around."

The woman turned and as Ron released a low whistle, I exclaimed,

“Holy shit!"

The woman with the slutty skirt, fuck me shoes and amazing ass was...