“See that guy over there?” Kiara whispers. She’s standing so close that her warm breath tickles the curl of my ear.
“Salt-and-pepper hair at ten o’clock?” I answer, pressing back with my hips so my ass brushes the front of her short skirt.
“Yeah,” she sighs. Her hand tickles between my legs, and I bite my lip so that I don’t moan. “He deserves a flash of my leopard print thong.”
With those words, my girl sashays between the tables, her booty swinging like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. Salt-and-pepper watches as she sets down bottles of beer and cloudy cocktails for nearby customers. He’s almost drooling like a hungry dog. It appears accidental when she drops her pencil, necessitating a bend at the waist to pick it up. Kiara twists to give him a full moon as she stoops to retrieve it. She’s graceful, like a pole dancer, and his look of surprise is priceless.
I can pinpoint the moment he enjoys the vista of her plump labia and curvy ass cheeks with a strip of her thong nestled in between. Salt-and-pepper shuffles in his seat, struggling to mask his excitement. He tracks Kiara’s return to the bar with a greedy expression.
“You’re up, Katy,” she tickles a cool finger at the nape of my neck, making me shudder.
We enjoy our game of dare, behaving outrageously to amuse each other. It doesn’t hurt our tips, either.
“Right,” I straighten, tugging the zip of my tight black top to put more cleavage on display. “Watch me get a cutie’s phone number.”
Shoulders back; I flick my long auburn waves off my shoulders and strut in between tables, armed with my most beguiling smile. There’s a group of young women who caught my eye when they first sat down—six pretty faces split with happy grins around a clutter of empty glasses on their table.
“Enjoying yourselves, ladies?” I tilt my head, trying to identify the pack leader. “Hen party? Someone’s birthday?” I enquire.
“Brittany just got engaged!” a blonde pipes up. When Brittany flaunts her ring, the posse whoops anew.
“He’s a lucky guy,” I twinkle at pixie-faced Brittany, which makes her blush. “Another round of drinks for all you single ladies?”
I hover my fingers over my smart device to log their order. They call out their cocktails, giggling and high on life. A stunning brunette in their midst can’t take her eyes off me. She smoulders with passion. Then she lays a hand on my arm. Bingo! My panties dampen.
“I’d like a slow, comfortable screw against the wall,” she tells me, making my pussy clench.
“Noted!” I purr, tapping into the...
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