To say that you had my attention would be an understatement. I am mesmerized not only by your beauty and your body in that little white dress but by that smile of yours. I sit here watching you, my eyes never once straying from the vision before me, more a compulsion than a sign of my boldness. The fact that you catch my stare and respond only adds to my false bravado. I do not see the other men in the club as they swarm around you, each trying to get your attention. I do not see the glare of the other women, hating you for stealing the spotlight, I see only you.
I snap back into reality only when the barmaid steps in front of me and asks if she can get me another drink. It takes a second for me to focus and remember where I am as I look up at the pretty young girl before me.
"Can I get you another Long Island Iced Tea?" she asks again.
I nod and she looks over her shoulder to see what I am so intently focused on.
"Oh, her. You can forget about that one. She's the biggest cock tease in this place. She's in here 2 or 3 times a month, gives the guys a good show and gets the ladies all pissed off. My tips are always way down when she's here. The men don't even notice me and I really need the money for my college tuition."
As she leaves to fetch my drink a thought pops into my head -- A wicked thought. Actually it is more of a plan than a thought. It all comes together so easily that I know I had to do it. As my young informant comes back with my drink, I decide to enlist her help for my plan.
"How'd you like to help me take care of 2 of your problems at once, the tips and that little cock tease?" I ask her.
She replies, "What do you mean?"
I fill her in on my plan and although she is reluctant at first, one glance over her shoulder at you is all it takes to convince her to help me.
"It shouldn't be much longer, she's had quite a bit to drink already." she says and as I pay for my drink and hand her a ridiculously large tip, I tell her, "This should make up for some of those lost tips.
For the next fifteen minutes I sit there nursing my drink and watching you slink across the dance floor -- moving from man to man, brushing up against them, spinning so that your short dress rides up exposing your naked ass cheeks and your neatly trimmed bush. Finally, walking over to a table, you grab your drink and swallow down the rest of it before walking over to the ladies room. I throw back the rest of my drink as I watch the men across the room with the bulges in their pants scramble to get your drink refilled, each hoping to be lucky enough to be in the position I am about to be in.