"Porn show by the box!"

Lauren Clarkson stopped washing drinking glasses and focused on a corner in the bar, where two drunk college kids were dry humping each other.

The girl in a very short and very tight red dress sloppily kissed a guy in jeans and a T-shirt by the digital jukebox. The girl wrapped her arms tightly around the guy's neck and one slender leg rested on his thigh as the guy's hand cupped the back of her upper thigh, slowly inching higher..

Eyes closed. Tongues out. Oblivious to the world – or other bar patrons – watching and waiting for a glimpse of something explicit.

Lauren wiped her wet hands on a dish cloth and joined two other bartenders – Everett and Tristan – at the ice machine behind the bar.

"I love my job," Lauren said, grabbing a handful of ice chips.

Everett and Tristan smirked at her and turned to pelt the couple in the corner with the small ice cubes breaking up the free peep show. Ignoring the groans and boos from some of the other customers, Lauren aimed her cold ammunition on the girl's thigh – not everyone needed to see her barely-there black thong.

"Take it outside," Everett yelled at the guy who dropped the girl's leg and glared at the bartenders.

Or behind the Dumpster in the alley like normal people, Lauren thought, recalling her own adventures there.

The girl gave Lauren the finger before grabbing the guy's hand and pulling him out of the bar. Lauren rolled her eyes and returned to washing glasses.

"Holy shit! What a fucking crowd tonight," Tristan muttered, shoving some dollar bills into a clear glass beer pitcher holding their tips.

College students and unpaid interns shouting drink orders to the bartenders for four to five hours at The Bitter Night was a typical Saturday night. Lauren thrived on the loud and chaotic environment; it kept her mind occupied and made the time fly to 2 a.m. closing time.

About a dozen small round high-top tables with well-worn wooden stools dotted the floor and a few framed scenic photos were firmly installed on the walls of the well-light dive bar. Two well-used coin-operated dartboards and one touch screen digital jukebox provided the only source of entertainment besides conversations.

Despite its sparse simplicity, the bar attracted ginormous crowds on the weekends with its cheap beer and convenient location near the university and maintained a high reputation courtesy of the regulars during the week.

"One hour left," Tristan announced, refilling a beer pitcher for a group of guys playing darts toward the end of the bar.

"Which fly is waiting for you?" Lauren asked, scanning the remaining customers. Fly was a simple code among the three meaning which customer was waiting for sex at the end of the night.

At one of the tables a group of four girls in push-up bras, crop tops, and low-riding jeans giggled and glanced at the guys throwing darts. A few regulars sat at the bar and talked to Everett while he cleaned. A dozen different cliques occupied the other tables littered with empty glasses and pitchers.

"Best friends at ten o'clock," Tristan replied, referring to the location of two blondes sitting at a table near the door.

"They know the rules?" Lauren knew he was always down for a good time, but he had no desire for a relationship.

Women gravitated toward Tristan like poor flies to a spider's web. Exotic looks, heavily tattooed arms, and thick hair dyed a different color once a month made him a bad boy that needed to be tamed to almost anyone that entered the bar. Except Tristan loved his life too much to settle down, a concept most women didn't understand but never stopped them from trying to conquer the sex god.

"Yeah, but Kylie thinks she's different."

"They all think they're different," Lauren pointed out, quickly pouring vodka into three shot glasses for a student and her two friends.

"She's the best at sucking cocks though," Tristan admitted, taking a five dollar bill from Lauren and shoving it into the cash register. "What about you? Got a fly?"

Everett and Tristan were, by far, her favorite co-workers because not only did they work well together but they could talk about tattoos, sex, and mostly anything else for hours.

Once Everett and Tristan learned Lauren designed her own cherry blossom tattoo, a bond among the three quickly formed soon after she had been hired. And Lauren found herself making extra cash designing unique tattoos for the guys and their friends.

"I've got a surprise waiting for me at home," Lauren said, thinking about the numerous texts from her roommate.

April: Just dry humped a football player I think

Tristan raised a pierced dark eyebrow with curiosity. "April?"

"The one and only."

Tristan and April slept with each other when they were bored or in need of extra spice.

April: At home with baller and friend totally wasted

"Who did she pick up?" Tristan asked, running a hand through his thick pale pink hair.

"How much gel do you use to make your hair stand up like that?" Lauren studied the two contrasting colors of his natural jet black and the dyed pink in his hair.

"Not much honestly. My hair is naturally coarse and stands up like this. Stop avoiding my question." He slapped her hand away as she tried to touch the standing tips.

"A football player and a friend," Lauren answered. "That's all I know."

"Fucking Ravens. On their way to another undefeated season."

She liked football but not enough to follow any professional or collegiate team. Even as a third-year student at Redwood State University, Lauren tried to tune out anything that had to with the city's beloved football team. The whole goddamn state worshipped the team for some reason.

"The season just started," Lauren said, looking at the time on her smart phone.

"She probably picked up a bench or a rider." Tristan referred to players that either didn't start or even play in the game.

"No idea. She didn't give me any details."

"Well, I'm sure you'll give them the best night of their pathetic sexually repressed lives."

Lauren scoffed. "Doubtful, and why do you hate them so much? We make a ton of money when they win."

Tristan shook his head and held her chin with one of his fingers. "You're fucking gorgeous, Ren. You're even hotter than the best friends that I'm going to fuck all night long."

Lauren shook off his finger, knowing the blonde best friends were staring at them and throwing imaginary daggers at her back, and a little embarrassed by Tristan's truth bomb about her beauty.

A "natural knockout" was a phrase her friends and lovers frequently used to describe her. Standing at five feet seven inches – probably five ten when wearing her combat boots – Lauren liked keeping her light brown hair short for easy maintenance. Most of her girl friends – even her roommate – envied her naturally high metabolism kept her frame slender without an ounce of exercise.

Most guys wanting to get into her pants believed her green eyes were "bewitching" while her friends considered them to be "soulful" or "honest." Lauren thought all of that was complete shit and just knew her eyes were green.

A former friend complained Lauren would look "so much hotter" if she wore more makeup and a push-up bra. Lauren loved her every day look of minimal makeup and no bra. Her breasts were just the right size to get away with not wearing a bra. Besides, she hated wearing a bra with a passion and didn't care if people saw her pierced nipples poking out behind her shirt.

Lauren took an extra ten minutes with her makeup before she headed to work. Customers tended to tip a little extra when the sexy bartender gave a seductive wink or "accidentally" showed a soft breast when the V-neckline of her shirt dropped a little too low.

"Your flies are going to kill me when you do something like that," Lauren said, taking a step back. "Stop looking at me with your sex eyes."

Tristan rolled his eyes. "They should know better than to fuck with you. Kylie knows you're off limits."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"That you're my little sister, and if they fuck with you, they don't get fucked by me."

Lauren laughed. "One, that's so cute you think of me as a sister. Two, you'd give up the best blowjob for me? Three, does Kylie know we've had sex?"

"Kylie is the best for now, and yeah, I think she knows we've done it. She knows it was a fun little tryst." Tristan scratched the black facial scruff on his face thoughtfully.

Shortly after Tristan and Everett discovered Lauren was an exceptionally talented artist and sexually open, they all agreed a one-week, no strings attached sex festival would alleviate the heavy flirting and erotic tension among them. Surprisingly, their lives went back to normal after a week of mind blowing sex relieved them of their curiosity.

"Thanks for looking out for me, big bro." Lauren playfully punched Tristan in the shoulder.

"I think I can afford a new tattoo after tonight," Everett said, stepping between them and waving to a group of guys exiting the bar. "With my natural charm, Tristan's bad boy looks, and Lauren's hot little body, I'm guessing we each cleared about two hundred in tips."

Although Lauren dressed comfortably for the job in ripped skinny jeans and combat boots, she usually wore a form fitting crop top to show off her toned stomach, curves of her breasts, and good portion of her cherry blossom tattoo that covered her left side.

"Tell me something, guys. What's sexier? My outfit?" Lauren made a sweeping gesture over her body. "Or the blonde in the tight red dress?"

She caught Tristan and Everett exchanging knowing looks, wondering if their answers would make her upset and get them into trouble. Lauren stomped her foot for their attention. "Be honest. I'm just curious."

"Ren, without a single doubt, you're way hotter than the blonde," Everett said, twisting a damp dish cloth in his hands.

While Tristan nailed the bad boy look, Everett could easily be labeled as the boy next door or the brooding nerd with his soft face, short light brown hair and light facial scruff, slender physique, and brown eyes. Although his heavily tattooed arms tarnished both clichés, a sense of mystery enveloped him that women needed to find out more about.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She waved her hand dismissively in the air. "Yeah, I know that. I'm talking about the outfits. What do guys find sexy?"

Tristan exhaled a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck. "Honestly? It's a personal preference. I thought the red dress made the blonde look cheap and tacky."

"I agree. She could pull off your look if she used way less makeup," Everett said thoughtfully. "But you'd also be a fucking knockout in a red dress like that."

"Fuck yeah!" Tristan agreed, with a grin. "But class it up a little. That dress was way too tight and too short and just screamed of desperation."

Everett nodded with approval. "There's nothing wrong with flaunting what you've got just class it up a little."

"With her legs, she'd look killer in a pair of black stilettos," Tristan added, elbowing Everett in the arm and taking a good look at Lauren.

"Add some smoky eyes with some nude lip gloss."

"And her hair? Tousled or straight?"

Everett studied Lauren's chin-length brown hair before making a decision. "Tousled for sure."

"Do you even know what that word means?" Lauren asked sarcastically.

Everett raked his hands through his short hair and pointed to it with his index finger. "Tousled."

Lauren furrowed her eyebrows at both guys. "Do you read women's fashion magazines for fun? How do you know about all this shit?"

"Hey," Tristan teased, grabbing the dish towel from Everett. "We may be guys, but we occasionally notice the effort."

Everett shrugged a shoulder. "It's hard not to when you see a mountain of makeup in their bathroom. How many tubes of mascara does a woman really need? And why do they need fifteen different shades of blue eyeshadow?"

"Don't ask me," Lauren said, holding up both her hands and shaking her head. "No clue. Takes me ten minutes to look this pretty. Another ten when I have to work."

"Yeah, but you're naturally beautiful," Everett pointed out, with a wink. "You honestly don't need all that shit."

"Thanks, Ev." Lauren smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a side hug and resting her head against his shoulder.

"No problem," he said, putting an arm around her shoulder. "You're making my fly really jealous by the way."

"Is she special?"

When Everett shook his head, Lauren stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

"You're trouble." He grinned at her, squeezing her shoulder.

"What the fuck, Ev?" A girl with dark brown hair and dark eyes demanded, standing between empty bar stools by the bar rail. "I've been here for hours waiting for you."

Everett stood on the other side of the bar and grabbed her small hands. "Baby, there's nothing going on between us, I swear. Lauren's one of my best friends."

The girl, wearing a black floral midi skirt with a slit up to her tanned thigh and a long-sleeve white crop top, huffed and glared at Lauren. "I don't kiss my best friends."

"Baby," he drawled sweetly, drawing imaginary circles on her hand with a finger. "I want you so much."

Lauren swore she heard the girl moan softly and looked at Tristan for confirmation. He dramatically rolled his eyes as he twirled the dish cloth in his hand.

"But if you want me," Everett continued smoothly. "You have to be OK with my friends, especially Lauren."

The little fly wanted to protest or say something snarky but decided against it. Everett extended his arms, showing off his impressive collection of tattoos.

"See these? Lauren drew most of them," he said, as the girl traced one of the tattoos with her finger. "The rose tat that you love? She drew that for me."

"Really?" She looked shyly at Lauren, who forced herself to smile. "You're really good."

"Thanks," Lauren accepted quickly before leaving the bar area to clear glasses off the tables and giving Everett more time to work his magic.

Even if the girl at the bar rejected him – which was highly unlikely – Everett had a long list of other flies he could call for a late-night fuck.

Her phone vibrated with a new text from her roommate, and she smiled brightly after reading the first message.

{ April: Holy fuuuuck, Ren! They are hot and hung. }

Although Lauren looked forward to snuggling in her bed after closing time, the thought of a good fuck aroused her. Like Everett, she had a long list of flies she could call or she could probably take home one of the guys playing darts, but Lauren used caution whenever she could.

Sure, she was sexually adventurous, engaging in numerous threesomes and foursomes and the occasional orgy, but she took safety measures to keep herself clean and healthy.

{ April: Get your perky tits home asap! }

Lauren discreetly watched Everett and his fly at the bar as he leaned across the clean surface to whisper something dirty in her ear. The girl quickly blushed and hesitantly stepped on the lower rail, giving Ev a good view of her cleavage on display in her open V-neck crop top.

Ev whispered in the fly's ear again, but Lauren watched his expert fingers stroke the exposed skin and play with her neckline and edge of the push-up bra. In no time, a hardened dark pink nipple peeked out between his fingers.

Another fly caught in his web, Lauren thought with amusement and arousal.

She really needed to get home.

DEDICATION: The inspiration of Sweet Surrender was born when a group of writers collaborated on one story, which led to several more stories, and eventually one-shot steamy scenes.  poetic_oceanxX was one of the main writers encouraging and coaching me to write scenes outside of my comfort zone.