Megan was a stunning red head that always came to the bar and restaurant I worked at. I had a crush on her since I was about 16 years old. She was defiant of aging; she looked no older than 25 at the age of 35. She had the appearance of the ultimate cougar, yet she would never take any young, lustful man home. She was a tease, an expert flirter who could manipulate any man into buying her a drink. She would show up at the bar in a white blouse, showing miles of cleavage. Her breasts were not large, but she always managed to have incredible cleavage. She would wear black slacks, hugging her sumptuous ass and running down her endless legs, and a pair or sexy black sandals. She was a vision.
I had fallen victim to her seduction; except all I got out of it was thank you for the four drinks. She would lead you on to the brink of insanity, and then disappear with no concern. But the next time you saw her, you were holding your wallet out again. She was addicting, and the juice was never worth the squeeze.
I went into the bar around 10:30 and bought myself a drink. It was a slow Wednesday night, a few stragglers drinking away their daily misery. I took two sips before Megan walked through the door. The sight before me was epic: a dark red dress, gripping the curves of her body and sending me over the edge. She was alone, a very rare occurrence.
"Hey, Jack?" I turned to the bartender.
"What's up?"
"Shot of tequila," I looked at Megan and waited for her to see my eyes. Jack looked at me, and then her.
"Two?" He asked me, waiting for me to cave in to her teasing visage. I looked back at her and then Jack.
"No, one is fine." I looked at Jack. I wasn't going to give in to her seduction of my wallet. And I wanted to make sure she knew I wasn't caving. I put the shot back as Megan approached me.
"See we're taking out the tequila early tonight, huh Mike?"
God her voice was sexy. My knees weakened with her smile, and I could feel her sucking me in. She was incredible. But my recent success with older women has left me feeling confident. I had never felt so confident in all my life. Tonight I was going to raise above her little games. I wasn't going to be her pawn tonight.
"It is a Wednesday." I said, a stupid joke that we both fake laughed at.
"I just had the worst date ever." She said as Jack handed her a drink.
"Is that so?" I said, acting aloof.
She went on to tell me about her pitiful date, a pushover of a man that killed her with kindness. And then it daw ned on me. Her beauty and flirting always lead to men bending over backwards to get her attention. But she was just like most women, and rising above her games and posing a challenge would bring her to me.
I acted indifferent all night, and didn't offer to buy her a drink once. I could see her caving; she followed me out for a cigarette, she touched my hand more than often, and began talking in more depth about her life. She usually avoided talking about her life in the bar, yet she was telling me everything. She was hitting on me, but not for a drink. She even offered to buy me a drink. She began complaining about her love life, and I could hear my opportunity knocking.
"He was such a cold lover. He never really made me feel like a woman. It was like he was never really into it. I just-" I cut her off there.
"Not into it? Have you looked in the mirror Megan? Not being into it with you is called homosexuality."
"Oh yeah? You think so?" She was obviously fishing for a compliment, but my cockiness began to dwell inside of me. I was going to tell her something that would catch her completely off guard.
"You want me to be honest?" I asked, giving enough time for her to nod.
"I would savor every inch of your body. I would make you feel more like a woman than you ever have in your whole life. I don't care if it would take me all night."
Her face was stunned, completely caught off guard. She was either completely into me, or I was about to be slapped. I didn't give her the time to, and I got up and walked outside to have a cigarette. I lit it and watched her staring at me from inside. I knew that look in her eyes; it was lust. I felt my body rush with excitement. I figured out Megan. I watched her take a shot of tequila and walk to the door towards me.