(sorry folks...this is the first part of the story..posted on another website and it got all mixed up.)
Melissa stands before her bedroom mirrors admiring herself. Long ago, Melissa had covered all the walls in her bedroom with mirrors because she loved to look at herself. She is getting ready to go to Charlie's Bar. It's her Friday night ritual to help her unwind from a long week of work and start her weekend off in a good mood. Her ritual consists of dressing like a slut and going to Charlie's Bar to have all the men flirt with her, want her, but not have her. She loves how they make fools of themselves over her. It makes her feel powerful and sexy. The main rules of her ritual were never go to the bar with girlfriends (competition for attention is bad) and to never let a guy have his way with her (she had to be in control).
On this Friday, she came home, showered and dressed provocatively. She had settled on a teeny-weeny black leather skirt with a silk black thong underneath so that if and when she bent over the guys would see her round, firm golden tanned ass. To show off her 24-inch waist she decided to wear a halter-top that fell right above her cute little belly button. The halter-top was red and sheer. To have all eyes focused on her 34 C boobs she decided to wear a peek-a-boo black bra so her breast were lifted up, although she had no sag, and her nipples could show clearly through her halter. To top it off she settled on black open toe 3-inch pumps, making her 5'7.
She tousles her black raven spiral curled hair with her hands. She likes to have that slightly unkempt hair that makes you look like you've just been making out. Lastly she applies her firehouse red lipstick that matches her manicured nails. Looking at her reflection with her lustrous ocean blue eyes she said to herself, "you are going to drive them wild girl!"
Melissa makes it to the bar a quarter past nine. As usually the place is packed. Charlie's is your typical bar. A couple of pool tables and a dartboard are in the back. Along the back wall is a jukebox. Above the bar, on either end, are televisions, high on the wall, volume off since the noise level is high. A few tables are arranged in the middle and booths are along the wall. There is actually a Charlie. Charlie is a big bear of a man that looks like he belongs in the mountains. He owns the place and still tends the bar and even acts as his own bouncer if he has to. He recognizes Melissa as a regular. He greets, her, "Hey Missy, what's the haps?"
Walking up to the bar, Melissa pouts her red lips prettily and replies, "As usual I'm lonely and looking for a good man."
Charlie laughs because he knows the game that Melissa's runs. He has seen a many hearts broken and pride and reputations tarnished. "Don't you go hurting anybody," he says sarcastically.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Melissa says and bats her long black lashes over her eyes. She then turns from Charlie, leans against the bar and surveys the room. She could feel the eyes on her when she stepped into the place but she had kept her eyes on the bar and didn't return any glances. Smugly, she notices that many eyes are still on her. Her nipples start to harden from the attention. This is going to be a good night she thinks to herself.
An average joe, who would have absolutely no shot with her even if she were making herself available comes up and offers her a drink. She accepts it of course. After Charlie pours her a whiskey sour, she lightly brushes part of her chest against the guy's arm, thanks him and walks off.
She takes her drink over to one of the pool tables and asks the guys playing if she they will teach her how to play. The two guys are in the middle of a game, but once they see Melissa they quickly oblige. While, "learning", Melissa makes sure to bend over enough so that everyone in the front of the bar can see her ass. It also gives a great view to the guys around the pool table. While bent over her sheer top stretches across her tantalizing nipples.
Melissa soon becomes bored with pool and starts working the room. She flirts, brushes up against, or sits on the lap of just about ever guy who isn't there with a woman. And she blows those guys a kiss or winks at them. She knocks backs three free drinks and humiliates the guys who try to get too fresh with her. Nevertheless, she misses the opportunity to flirt with the guy in the dark corner, drinking a beer, illuminated only by the light from the jukebox.
That guy, however, does not miss her. Brian has watched her from the moment she walked in the bar. All though a looker, he had her number. He saw her play the men for fools. It pisses him off. He decides she needs to be taught a lesson after seeing her flirt with a pimply faced boy who had probably just turned 21 that day. After smiling and chatting with boy for about 5 minutes and making him feel like he was on top of the world, she placed her hands underneath her breast cupping them. Pointing her nipples at him, she had asked him, "Would you like to touch them?" The boy turned red and stammered, "Yyyyes, ma'am." She then put her hands down and laughed and said mockingly, "Well let me know when you become a man." With that she walked away. Brian knew sooner or later that she would notice him and he would make her pay.
Melissa decides it is time to put on some tunes. Dancing and gyrating next to guys so she could feel how hard they were was how she usually ended her night. Walking up to the jukebox she finally notices Brian. Her heart gives a little jump. She recognizes Brian as a challenge. He is absolutely gorgeous and she doubts he will be putty in her hands like the others. He's probably used to hot women, she thinks to herself. But if I can make him a blubbering idiot like the rest, then I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I've have got it going on, she thinks to herself.
She starts to saunter up to the jukebox, all the while examining Brian through lowered lashes. She estimates that he has to be at least 6'1, hard to tell for sure though because he's slightly leaning against the jukebox. Although he's dressed just in jeans and a Chicago Bear T-shirt, it's obvious that he takes care of his body. The jeans are skin tight and show that he has a nice size bulge between his legs. His muscular forearms and biceps are a testament to the fact that he works out. She sees that his blond hair is cut short and is neat, but from her distance she can't make out his eyes.
Finally reaching her destination, she acts like she is looking for a selection swaying back and forth. She then turns to Brian, bats her eyes and asks, "Any suggestions?"
Amused by this obvious ploy, he shrugs and says, "Play whatever you like," and takes a swig of his beer and looks away. Melissa is momentarily startled, not only by his curt response, but by his steely gray eyes. It was like he had looked right through her and decided he didn't like what he saw. Melissa turns back toward the jukebox and decides on another plan of attack. She puts her money in and makes her three selections. Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye, I Want Your Sex by George Michael, and Like A Virgin by Madonna.
Sexual Healing plays first. Melissa starts dancing around Brian and asks his name. He looks down at her dancing in front of him and tells her his name and then looks away again at the other patrons. The men in the bar are watching and wondering how he can stand there like a statute. Although he doesn't ask she tell him her name is Melissa. She keeps dancing around him, rubbing up against him and waiting for his response. There is none. Melissa is not dissuaded because even though he is ignoring her he is not pushing her away. She is sure she can get to him. The first song ends and I Want Your Sex begins. Melissa stops dancing and tries to flirt with him.
"So Brian, you come here often?" Wow that is so lame she thinks to herself.
"No," is the short reply.
"What's the matter Brian, you don't like women?" Melissa asks in a singsong voice.
"I like women just fine, it's silly little girls, I can do without," he says harshly while looking down into her eyes.
Melissa eyes start to mist at the insult, but she quickly recovers. "I bet if you kissed me you'd know I'm a woman," she challenges.
"Look," Brian, began, “if I were in high school or some frat boy, I would get off on kissing you in a bar full of people. But I'm not. I'm a man and I know some things are better off in private. So I think you should go off and find some boy toy."
