Tonight is going to be a good night. Sara and Mary are with me. The boys in this bar are hot as hell. I'm wearing this sexy black bralette, black jeans, and my "fuck me" stilettos. A nice gentleman by the name of John? Yeah, it was John, bought me my favorite drink. My manicured nails tap against the glass of my cosmo as I walk back over to my girls.
Before I can reach them I trip over a crack on the floor and a strong arm swings around my shoulders and catches me.
"Woah there, honey. You almost took the whole bar down with ya," the man says.
I glance over my shoulders and take a look at my supposed savior. A man with the largest shit-eating grin, and he's looking straight down my cleavage. His wiry mustache and matching eyebrows; immediately turned me off. It also doesn't help that he's easily twice my age.
"I'm not your honey and I didn't ask for your help."
I angrily shake him off my shoulders and strut away, making sure to sway my ass in the way that has made armies of men fall.
"He looks like you just slapped him," Mary says.
I look over my shoulder and I see those wiry eyebrows shooting up to the sky and his mouth slightly agape.
"Hey buddy, you okay?" Sara yells.
His dumbfounded look quickly transitions to a scowl. He turns on his heel and stomps back to the crowd at the bar. We all laugh as he walks away with his tail between his legs.
I take one look at Sara, and I know that something is wrong. Her eyes are staring off into the distance and she's lightly biting her lip. I look over at Mary and I can see she also noticed Sara. We lock eyes for a moment in silent communication.
"Sara, what's wrong?" I say.
Sara looks over. Her usual "I can't believe I've been caught" face stared back at me.
"What? What do you mean?" She says.
"You keep doing that thing where you sigh and look away dramatically. You only do that if you're upset."
"Yeah, you're not really good at hiding your emotions, you know," Mary interjects.
Sara's face immediately ignites with the flame of her shame.
"Careful there firecracker, your face is matching your hair," I say.
Sara squints her eyes into slits and says, "Fuck you."
"You know, I have a feeling that this is what the problem is."
"Ew, what, you? Never."
She sticks her tongue out and fake dry heaves.
"Okay, asshole. You know what I mean. Not that I would want to fuck you anyway. You're not my type."
But maybe I can find a hot girl tonight
, I think to myself.
"Okay, yeah, I know what you mean. You don't have to make it so obvious though."
"Let's find you a hot thing and send you home with him," Mary says.
She gulps down her drink and slams the cup down onto the table. I watch as Mary, with surprising strength, grabs onto Sara and drags her to the bar.
"Mary, this isn't the way I was expecting to get this done tonight," Sara whines.
I follow closely behind in amusement. It's rare when we see Mary take initiative like this. We get to the bar, and I immediately take a seat. I look over to my right and see only one seat available. I place my purse on it to save it.
"Pick one," Mary says.
I scan the bar and I see a handsome set of men close by. One of them with a strong jawline, messy brown hair, a little shorter, but I can see his rippling muscles beneath that tight black shirt.
"The one with brown hair."
"Not you," Mary says and rolls her eyes.
"Meh, too late. I choose him," I look over at the bartender and give a quick order of two drinks. "The second one to the gentleman over there with brown hair if you will."
The bartender readies my drinks and when he's done, he slides mine over and walks over to the area of the bar I motioned to. I can't hear what the bartender is saying but he motions with one finger to us, and I seductively wiggle my fingers at them.
The one with brown hair pulls on his friend's arm--who is also cute--and they walk over to us. I immediately lock eyes with the muscly man.
"Hello, I just wanted to thank you for the drink. How did you know I liked gin and tonic?" he says.
"I just had a feeling," I say, a slight purr in my voice.
To really hit the point home on what kind of skills I possessed, I twirl the lime in my drink with just my index finger before bringing it up to my mouth. I gently place my finger into my mouth and pull it out with a light "pop".
I can see the boys squirm in their pants and I look down to see if they have any reactions.
"Ah well," the messy-haired man says. "My name is Liam, and this is my friend Oliver."
"Hello, Liam and Oliver. Please, have a seat next to us. These are my friends Sara and Mary."
I pull my purse off the chair next to me and I motion to it with a single hand.
"Oh shoot, I didn't notice that these people next to us took over already. Guess you'll have to thank me with some riveting conversation Liam."
Liam chuckles and puts his hands in the air in surrender. "It appears so. Make some room."
I scoot over slightly, and he slides into the seat next to me. As he plants himself onto the seat, I make sure to take note of his ass. Nice and toned, just how I like it. I look up and I can see that he noticed me checking him out. He blushes slightly.
"So, what do you do? I would think that muscles like that can be worked on in the gym, but I can't imagine that there isn't anything more than that."
