A Sentry 4

At 18.25

A guy who could be him, based on his photos, walks in. My heart is racing. My hands are sweating. He orders a gin and tonic. He sits at the bar, behind the other three. "But hasn't he seen me? The red shirt!"

I get up, moving discreetly with my phone to make myself visible. He has taken out some papers. Sunglasses on his head to put on his reading glasses. He looks up. I think he has seen me, but he continues reading.

At 18.30

"Maybe I should wait until he decides". I order another beer. I haven't eaten almost anything and the alcohol isn't... The waiter has looked at me as if to say "what the hell is the guy in red doing here". I always think I'm so transparent...

At 18.33

This waiter makes me nervous, but I get hard feeling that obedience of the whore when being chosen by a sweaty, smelly, slobbering, and drunk client, when both go to the room.

The guy with both glasses continues with his own thing. I catch glimpses of him when the three from the construction site move and leave some space. He's a really masculine guy. I look at him. I desire him. I could fuck him right there. "What the hell is he waiting for?"

At 18.33

But the fantasy of being on my knees serving him, or behind the bar sucking his cock along with the waiter's because he would force me while they talk about soccer disappears with a dry noise.

It was the cane. The son takes the old man to the bathroom and it falls to the floor. I pick it up. His son smiles at me. I discover his smile. He thanks me. "He's not that bad, actually. But like his father's eyes..."

At 18.37

The bathroom is free and 'my master' gets up. He comes towards me. He passes by my side. I look at him. He looks at me sideways. He smells good. He goes, comes back. He sits down again, behind the three who are still in the middle.