i clean up, brush and fix my hair, and pull my green satin cocktail dress out of the closet. If you're not taking me to dinner, I'm going to the bar down the street. maybe you'll come find me later.
the breeze as I step into the cool evening reminds me that I decided to forego my panties and bra for this evening.
I pop up the short staircase into the bar and find a spot down the long bar to pull up a barstool. I'm flirting shamelessly with the bartender so he makes my drinks stronger. a couple hours and several drinks later, i'm definitely losing my inhibitions and a rather pushy guy at the bar scoots his barstool much closer to mine and drapes his arm across the backrest of my chair. I shift a little uncomfortably in my seat.
In just a couple moments, I feel a presence behind me...and the guy curiously sits back against his own chair. I see your reflection in the glass behind the bar and I wonder what you're thinking....
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