(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)
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Dr. Jennifer White had never been a big bar-goer, even in her younger years. But lately, she'd found herself going out for drinks at the end of a long, hard workday, but not for the reasons you'd think.
She'd been going to this bar 'Frost' for a few weeks now, and it suited her needs quite nicely. A trendy new bar nestled in the heart of downtown, it wasn't uncommon to find this place filled with well-dressed young professionals looking to unwind after work with some strong drinks in a crowd full of beautiful people. This was a very popular bar with young singles, and it was also one that might be a bit much for people who'd long settled down with their partner. Not that it was a rowdy college bar or anything like that. It was just that the crowd was very much of a certain type that might dissuade people not of that ilk.
The bar was very modern, taking the name 'Frost' to heart in terms of decoration, with the decor colored black, icy blue, or clear, with them going as far as to have some of the furnishings made of a hard clear plastic that almost looked like ice. The bar could be quite loud as the place was always packed, with each group of people having their own conversations. On top of that, the music could get going as well, making this place slightly off-putting to some who preferred a more lowkey setting. That being said, you'd occasionally see some more familial groups there, treating this place more like a restaurant, so the crowd wasn't always so homogenous. But due to its location in the heart of the city, it found itself as a hot new spot for young, professional singles looking to unwind with some friends, or as a place for those same people to search for potential partners.
Dr. White fit right in among the attractive clientele. Even though this location was a bit out of the way for her, it fit her needs perfectly for multiple reasons. Still dressed well from a long day at work, her heels clicked on the black, stone floor as she approached the bar. Sitting down there next to another young woman and setting down her bag, she smiled at the pretty bartender and ordered a martini. Once the glass was in her hands, she spun around in her chair and glanced at the crowd.
This was her favorite part of this place. The people watching. Coming by here as she had for the last few weeks, she'd been able to hone her skills at perception and human sexuality and use them to read into so many different wonderful stories from afar. She could study people's actions without the bias of their own justifications, and in some ways, she was able to read so much more into people than she could if she'd talked to them. So, for about fifteen minutes, she simply sipped her drink with her back to the bar and watched the crowd with great interest. Finally, as she began sipping her second martini while watching a particular juicy interaction across the room, she couldn't help but speak up.
"Damn... you are something..." she said to herself smiling.
As expected, this drew the attention of the woman sitting next to her. In the whole time Dr. White had been sitting next to her, she'd mostly been on her phone. Unlike some people here, it seemed like she was most likely just wanting to unwind on her own, getting a stiff drink after work. She'd spoken with no one else, came with no friends, and didn't seem terribly interested in socializing. And she kinda gave off the vibe that she would eat a man alive if he approached her with some lame pick up line, so even in a bar of singles, she wasn't being bothered. Which was a shame, because was a true stunner. A petite Asian woman in her late twenties, she was positively drop-dead gorgeous. A stunning face with sharp eyes and smooth, plump lips, she was beautiful enough to be a model. But she had that intimidating sort of attractiveness where it seemed like there was just a drop of evil there, which transformed her good looks from being simply beautiful and instead made her alluring and intensely sexy.
She was the total package. She had long, straight black hair down to her back that seemed perfect and silky smooth. Her fashionable, very expensive looking business suit hugged her fit figure, and despite her slim frame she did appear to have a shapely rear-end and some impressively large breasts. Next to Dr. White, she was one of the hottest people in this bar full of hot people, which really spoke to how intense her vibe was that she was being left alone. She was clearly a woman that didn't suffer fools, which made the behavior of the doctor seated next to her ping on her radar of annoyance. This woman glanced at Dr. White as she continued watching the crowd before turning back to her phone, probably thinking Dr. White was crazy for talking to herself. But perhaps she was in a better mood than usual, because she let it all slide, instead focusing on taking another swig of her very stiff drink.
"He doesn't stand a chance," Dr. White said, speaking to herself once more, causing the young woman next to her to look up again. Feeling the Asian woman's withering gaze on her this time, Dr. White turned to face her. "Oh, sorry," she said, smiling warmly, unintimidated. "I'm a sex therapist, so I just love people watching, seeing how people behave and interact with someone they are trying to seduce. It's... it's really fun," she stated with a knowing smile, giving the woman next to her an almost sisterly look. At first, the Asian woman had seemed deeply disinterested in any explanation Dr. White was about to offer, but after hearing what she had to say, she actually perked up. Say what you will, but being a sex therapist was a great conversation starter, and the Asian woman was on the hook. She set her phone down and spoke up.
"Oh yeah?" she said, following the doctor's gaze. "What do you see?" Dr. White glanced at the woman next to her and smiled conspiratorially before bringing her into the conversation.
"You see over there?" Dr. White began, pointing across the room. There stood an absolutely gorgeous redhead with some very noticeable features, namely some supremely large tits, which she highlighted in slinky black dress.
"The redhead?" the Asian woman asked.
"Yeah," Dr. White replied, glancing at the woman next to her. "So, I've seen her before, and she's this total maneater. Every time I see her, she's flirting with a different man, and from what I've seen, she's very good at it. And the guy she's talking to?" she said, gesturing to the guy near her. Unlike the redhead, this guy wasn't a regular. Clearly, he'd been brought along with some coworkers, as he was with a group of guys dressed in business suits. She'd kinda peeled him away from the pack and took over his attention. "You see how he looks kind of nervous?" Dr. White asked, and the Asian woman nodded. He was a handsome guy, very handsome in fact, handsome enough to fit right in at a place like this, but this did not look like his scene in the slightest. "That guy doesn't want to be here, because he's married. I saw the ring on his finger." The Asian woman nodded again. "He seems like the good, straight-arrow, married type, loves his wife, is devoted to her. You know the type I'm talking about?" Dr. White asked, and the other woman nodded once again. "He wants to seem like a good, cool guy to his coworkers, which is why he's here. All his buddies are single, and they probably razz him for being the only married guy among them. They probably think he's kinda boring and square, but they are gonna think a lot more of him tonight after he goes home with that redhead."
"No way..." the Asian woman said, in disbelief that that cute guy would cheat on his wife. Dr. White nodded confidently.
"He has no idea what he's dealing with, with that one..." she said, gesturing at the redhead. "She's been working it like a pro. Smiling, preening. Feeding him drinks. Touching his arm softly. Tugging down her dress when he's not looking to get the good married man to stare at her breasts. He's only talking to her to be polite, and he's clearly flustered by her, but deep down he wants it. The good ones always do. The best sex is the forbidden shit, and that redhead's bringing him to the dark side."
