Deborah licked her dry lips, digging into her purse for some gloss. The taxi driver watched her slide the tube quite provocatively over her now kiss-swollen lips. Her hair was flattened and mussed in the back, an obvious indication of what she'd been doing. She straightened her hair out and put the bright red flowers she was holding behind her ear half-jokingly. It made her feel more lively. The cabbie winked at her several times in the rear-view, and it was all she could do to keep her tongue in check.
He dropped her off reluctantly at the first bar she saw. Giving the cabbie a withering look to go along with the cash, she noticed his fly was down and he'd been stroking himself to her image in the mirror. Ugh. She turned and walked straight into the bar to avoid further embarrassment and sat down at the crowded bar.
It turned out to be flooded with mostly underage frat boys from some local college. Junior college, she assumed from the looks of them. Half a dozen of them had noticed her entrance, so she granted them with a quick view of her tight round ass as she bent to hop on a barstool. Almost immediately one of the boys got up from his table, and walked over to her, after getting a round of high-fives from his pubescent frat brothers. Deborah watched him out of the corner of her eye.
He was of average height and build, had spiked blond hair, a tan, and perfect white teeth. Deborah silently hated California for boys like him.
"Hey, how's it going? Never seen you here before." His deep voice made her ribcage vibrate as he sat down dangerously close to her.
"Yeah, I'm from Santa Rosa. I just came down this way for a date." The minute it escaped her lips she winced. Mystery Boy took the bait.
"Hey, me too! Seems like we're in luck." He looked like an excited puppy, drool and all. But he was darling in a very innocent way.