The Bartending Competition

The prize for losing a bartending competition was getting eaten out by my rival on his own bar and swallowing a hot load of his cum

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My boss, bless his clueless heart, thinks signing me up for a city-wide cocktail competition is a "growth opportunity." For me, it's a special kind of hell. I'm a bartender. I sling pints of IPA and pour tequila sodas at The Hop & Hammer, a place where the floor is perpetually sticky and the jukebox is king. I'm not a "mixologist." I don't have a tiny leather apron or a curated collection of artisanal bitters.

So when I walked into The Driftwood Room at the Hotel deLuxe, I felt like I'd passed through a portal into a world I was genetically designed to despise. It was all dark wood, low lighting, and hushed, self-important murmurs. The air smelled like expensive leather an…