The Dive in the Basement of the Four Queens
Welcome to the Taboo Bar, where fantasies come to be drowned in the memory holes of drink and debauchery.
I work at the Taboo Bar in the basement of the Four Queens Hotel. Technically, I’m a bartender, but everyone knows I’m going for my license and there’s plenty of rich girls passing through this town that are into things that aren’t allowed.
The Taboo Bar was supposed to have been the hottest joint in the hotel when my dad was coming up, but since the pandemic there’ve been more and more content bots, and that’s not good for the business I’m trying to do.
You can always tell a bot when she tries to get you with flattery.
”You’re, like, really cute for a bartender,” one of them says. “You remind me of my cousin.”
Her friends giggle stupidly and I pass them their cosmopolitans. They offer to buy me a shot, which I’d normally decline, but tonight I’m feeling like a troll.
I flash them a confident smile like I know exactly what they want and I’m the man for the job, then I knock the bourbon back with ease before striding away. “You ladies let me know if you need anything else,” I toss back over my shoulder. They drink and giggle and drink and laugh and I wish I hadn’t riled them up because they’re the loud type.
There’s a scent in the air on the other side of the bar, like a memory is deciding how much detail it wants me to have. Enough that I know someone’s waiting for me in the bathroom.
I can’t wait to get out of this place and into the lobby. My dad had all sorts of fun stories from his time, but now it’s just a dive. Maybe it always was and that’s just where Dad belonged, but not me. I’m better than he could ever be.
”This is so naughty,” she’s saying as I run my hands from her hair to her hips.
”You like it,” I smirk and she doesn’t disagree. This might be her first time with me, but it’s not her first time at this place.
She’s got a small diamond pendant around her neck, strawberry blonde hair, and a tight little smile. She’s probably on enhancers because she is very sensitive to my touch. When you’re licensed, you gotta get a waiver if enhancers are involved, but this isn’t that type of establishment.
”Have you done anything like this before?” I ask, knowing the answer.
But she whips around and catches me with her green eyes all popping with shock.
”You don’t remember?”
The content bot is wailing some bullshit about ”don’t tell daddy” and her friends are doing their shit on the other bed. Fuck, I drank too much bourbon again.
I give her a good hard minute of pounding before grunting and spasming and ending the show. She’s half delirious cuz she wasn’t expecting me to be such a pro.
“I can’t believe you finished inside me,” she says in the least convincing tone ever.
”Shut up, slut,” I grunt and I’m gone.
”Wait, did you fake it?!?” I hear her exclaim as the door closes behind me. “OMG, he faked it,” the bots are screeching. I’m not sure they realize what an insult that is. These bots are getting dumber every generation.
The scent hits me about halfway down the hall and soon enough the girl with the diamond pendant and I are wrapped around each other in the tightest embrace. She’s saying she loves me and I’m saying it back and her green eyes really mean it and I know what I’m supposed to do.
She seems surprised then sad when I finish, and there’s a moment of silence after I collapse on her.
After a half minute of asynchronized panting she says “You don’t remember” in a way that tells me I reckon she’s right.