I slid my royal blue thong up over my hips and adjusted them to fit snugly. A matching push-up bra barely contains my DDs. A short black skirt, and white button down blouse unbuttoned down to THERE completes the outfit. I debate between schoolgirl pumps and super high heels. I choose the pumps. There is a certain type of guy that I want to attract.
I take a look in the mirror as I leave, makeup perfect, hair demure, tidy body ready underneath.
As I enter the darkened bar, I can feel the eyes of several men, and a few women, on me. Taking a deep breath, I slide up to the bar, and order a chardonnay. Usually I go for something a little harder, but it is all part of the scene.
“Let me get that for you,” I hear in my ear. Standing WAY too close is a tall, heavy man, full beard, a little too nah for me. “Thanks, anyway,” I let him down gently. I turn at the bar and look around. An older man, rather short, nope. A young hispanic man, hmm, nah. Then HE turned around, smooth, dark, handsome. He had the look of a man who could enjoy a girl like me.
I take my wine over to a nearby table, making sure that I am facing slightly away from him. No need to broadcast my intent.
I slowly sip my wine, glancing at my phone. Then glancing at him.
I watch him put his beer down, and walk directly to my table.
“What are you doing here, little girl?” he asks.
“I think school is out,” I reply.
I see him grin, wide smile showing perfectly white teeth against a beautiful brown background. He pulls out a chair and sits down. “What’s your name, princess?”
“Candace,” I reply.
“Oh, like Candy,” he answers. The grin returns. “So, Candy, what are you doing tonight, besides this, I mean?”
“Well, this is it. Do you have any ideas?” I add my grin to his.
He reaches his face towards me, and stopped just short of touching his lips to mine. “Come with me,” he breathed. I can only nod in affirmation.
He rises and takes my hand in his and we walk out into the night.
(to be continued)