Can't believe I forgot about this. This was the singlemost aggregious time.
I had a secondary partner when I lived in Miami. He managed a wine bar. He negoriated with the hotel across the street, contracting management of their poolside bar under the wine bar he managed. So, he was responsible for staffing both.
He hired a new cocktail waitress, trained her to work the till bar at the pool, and after two weeks of training her, scheduled himself for a night off that coincided with her working the closing shift at the pool.
At last, we had a rare Friday or Saturday night together. We did it big. Went out for dinner, bar hopping, dancing, and then back to his place relatively early so we could have sex for several hours, and I could still get up early to go tonwork the next morning. Round one or two was behind us, and we lay entangled and affectionately canoodling when he said the words I dreaded.
"Sweetie. You already know that ringtone was [my boss]."
"Please don't call him back. He's probably just drunk and wants you there for some bullshit. Fuck that bar. Go to work on me some more."
I was sober and he was not, so I drove him to work. Apparently, the pool was supposed to close at 10PM, but at midnight, hotel guests were complaining that the light and music were bothering them. A homeless guy was bothering me, so I entered the lobby. When asked, I told the employees I was waiting for him to come back downstairs. After another half an hour passed, I went up to the pool to see what was taking so long.
That woman had all three sheets to the wind. He was trying to help her do inventory and count the register, but she kept messing him up. He had told her to go home so he could close the bar quickly, and arranged for a barback across the street to drive her as soon as he could.
She kept running her hands along the muscles in his arms and torso, and he kept gently peeling her off and instructing her to sit down. When he noticed my presence, he looked relieved, then apologetic. He called me over, and hugged me long enough to whisper a synopsis of the sitch into my ear. Then he introduced me to the waitress, as his girlfriend, for the second time. I met her across the street during her first shift.
She was pretty. I think she was used to fucking up at work and then offering her body in exchange for keeping her job. She kept apologizing to him, and then touching him all over, kissing his face, and looking me in the eye and telling me, "I love my boss." He was becoming increasingly irritated. So was I.
She started smoking and blowing the smoke into my face, so I kept changing seats. I was extra ticked because she had bummed that smoke from him. At some point, while he was trying to do the closing book keeping the anger vein showed up on his forehead and he asked me to light a cigarette for him. I returned to my original seat in front of him. As I lit his cigarette, she hugged him from behind, and blowing another stream of smoke in my face repeated that she loved her boss. I stood up, fully prepared to utilize her eye to extinguish the cigarette I held. He looked up in time to see my face and snatched it away. I reached for hers, but he caught my hand, kissed it, and asked me to call the bar and find out when the dude was gonna be ready to take her home. She was fired the next day.