It was Friday night and for Amber it was time to unwind after a long week and have a little fun. She has managed to get off work early and go home and get a shower and change clothes before hitting the town for a little entertainment. She toweled off and dried her long sleek blond hair before putting on what she considered her perfect out fit for Friday night. She started with the easy part, the silk and lace bright bubblegum pink bra slipping the straps over her shoulders and easily reaching behind her back to clasp it shut. Amber looked in the mirror and smiled as the bra perfectly cupped her breasts. She had been told by more than one man that her breasts were perfect, not too big, not too small.
Next came the matching pink silk and lace garter belt. Amber slid it high up on her waist before rolling a pair of black sheer stockings up her freshly shaved legs. The feeling of nylon stockings running up her legs always had an erotic feeling for Amber, and she had to stifle a desire to rub herself as she got the stockings up her legs and hooked them to the garter straps. She paused as she stopped mid swing to put her fingers between her legs. Part of her didn't want to go overboard before she even got started, but the other part thought a little feminine aroma might help her in the fun she knew she'd be getting into if she did it right. She compromised on one quick rub to get the juices flowing a little so to speak but saving the rest of her pleasure for later.
Last, but certainly not least, came the panties. Pink silk and lace to match the bra and garter belt. She slid them on and admired her look in the mirror. She giggled at the thought that she'd be down a minimum of the panties and the bra too if things went her way tonight, but she didn't care. It wouldn't be the first time she lost a set like this, and it wouldn't be the last. People who knew her said it was silly what she did, but she couldn't help it. She opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and saw the small collection of identical bra and panty sets to the one she had on. A quick count showed she still had a half dozen sets, so she didn't need to worry about ordering anymore soon. One more time she slipped her hand between her legs and gave herself a couple of rubs. She knew that if all else failed, her scent would drive the point home for some lucky, or unlucky depending on how you looked at it, guy.
Amber then picked up the little black dress of the bed and slowly slipped it on. She knew it hugged her curves perfectly and most men couldn't resist her when she wore it. Everyone knew men loved a woman wearing the proverbial 'little black dress' and Amber learned that a long time ago. She got the dress on fully and reached behind herself and zipped it up. She stepped back and admired herself in the mirror. The dress, as she expected, fit perfectly. It highlighted her curves without appearing slutty and the low-cut neckline showed just a splash of the scalloped lace of her pink bra, just enough to serve as bait...The dress fell to just below her mid-thigh showing plenty of her legs in their sheer black stockings. Black three-inch heels completed the look. In short, Amber looked hot, and she knew it. She smiled at her appearance and was ready to go.
Amber stepped out of her bedroom and saw her roommate, Jordan, coming in from work. Jordan looked at her in instantly shook her head. Jordan had lived with Amber long enough to know what her little black dress meant.
"Don't you ever get tired of that routine?" Jordan asked with a smirk.
"Nope." Amber replied with a smile.
Jordan shook her head again and said, "You know it's really not fair doing guys like that. All their looking for is a little companionship."
"Ha!" Amber said looking at her friend and roommate. "If any guy is seriously looking for love in a bar than he deserves what he gets. No, these guys are looking for one thing and it's pussy."
"The one thing you never give them." Jordan said.
"I never promise to." Amber said with a smirk. "It's not my fault he thinks he's going to get some."
Jordan shook her head again and said, "You're incorrigible."
Amber looked back at Jordan and said, "Why don't you change and come with me. You know you like to watch the show." The gears were winding in Jordan's brain. Her friend was right, as crazy as she thought her friend's schemes were it was always amusing to watch them play out.
She gave a slight giggle before saying, "Ok give me 10 minutes to change." Amber smirked and nodded at her roommate. She knew Jordan wouldn't want to miss the show.
15 minutes later the pair were headed towards their favorite bar, the bar at the Hotel Normandy. It was always the perfect place for Friday night cruising. Because of its proximity to the airport there were always a good number of men staying there during business travel. That fit Amber's MO perfectly.
Jordan and Amber arrived at the Hotel Normandy and walked in to see that it was busy but not too busy. The dim yellow lighting from hidden celling lighting and art deco decor made it the perfect place for cruising. They quickly made their way to the bar and ordered drinks as they surveyed the crowd. Amber took a sip of her drink (top shelf brandy) and glanced around as she crossed her legs in front of her on the bar stool. As she took another sip of her drink, she saw a tall man at the end of the bar appearing to be looking at her.
Amber continued to sip her drink and chat with Jordan while continuing to glance down at the man at the end of the bar. Several times she saw him clearly looking at her and her legs as she chatted with Jordan. Amber took another sip of her drink and said to Jordan,
"That guy at the end of the bar is watching me."
Jordan giggled and said, "Yeah I know. Every time you recross your legs his eyes get big."
"Looks live I've found my target." Amber said with a smirk. "Let's see if I can reel him in."
At that moment a man appeared at Jordan's side and said, "You want another?" Jordan looked up at tall man and gave him a sweet smile before nodding at him.
Amber patted her friend on the shoulder and said, "You two have fun." before grabbing her drink and getting up. The man quickly took her seat and got the bartender's attention. Amber moved down the long bar and took another empty seat. She took another sip of her brandy and stole another quick glance down to the man at the end of the bar. His face was turned away from her, but he was clearly watching her. As she ran her finger around the rim of her glass, she watched him knock back the last of his drink before standing up and moving her way.
A few seconds later he at her side. "Looks like your friend left you all alone." he said with a smile.
Amber turned and looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah, but it's all good. You're here now."
"You want another?" the man asked glancing at Amber's glass.
Another smile and Amber said, "Sure why not."
The man signaled for the bartender who appeared and quickly refilled their drinks. After taking a quick sip of his bourbon, he looked at Amber and said, "I'm Dan by the way."
"Amber." she said.
"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Dan said.
Amber smiled shyly at him before saying, "I see you're a smooth talker."
"I know it was corny, but I couldn't help myself." Dan said
The conversation flowed freely over the next half hour or so. Amber learned that Dan was (like many she had met here) in town for a convention at the hotel. He worked for an accounting firm and was attending a seminar. During the conversation Amber saw him several times shift at his waist. Experience told her that he was getting hard down below but trying to not let it show. She knew he was falling under her spell.
A little more conversation and Amber learned that Dan did have a girlfriend back home, but that the relationship wasn't going good at the moment. Dan admitted that they seemed to be drifting apart, and the intimacy was slowly drying up. Amber listened to all of this with glee. Dan was the perfect mark in her book, guy away from home with romantic problems. In other words, easy to conquer.